The evacuation began at midnight under a moonless sky, families slipping away from the settlement in groups of ten or twelve, each taking different routes into the wilderness. Mira watched from the ridge as the last glow of abandoned campfires faded below, Aurora sleeping peacefully despite the chaos of their departure."Northern groups are clear," Kane reported through his communication crystal, his voice barely a whisper. "Southern route has some stragglers, but they'll be in position within the hour."Lucian checked his compass against the stars. "Our group takes the eastern ridge trail. If we maintain pace, we'll reach the first waypoint by dawn."Their party consisted of twenty-three people—a mix of original settlers, rescued Thornfield survivors, and displaced pack members who'd thrown their lot in with the Luna Network. The diversity would have been impossible to manage weeks ago, but the crisis had forged them into something resembling a family."How far to the deep forest?" a
The integration of thirty-seven traumatized children into their already stretched community began immediately upon their return. Mira found herself pulled in a dozen directions at once—Aurora demanding her morning feeding while rescued children sought reassurance, medical attention, and in some cases, simply someone to hold them while they cried."The youngest ones don't remember life before the detention center," Healer Thorne reported, his voice strained after twelve hours of treating malnutrition, suppression sickness, and psychological trauma. "They're afraid of their own abilities, afraid to use magic they've been taught is dangerous."Mira adjusted Aurora against her shoulder, her daughter's contented sounds providing a stark contrast to the fearful whimpers coming from the medical tent. "How can we help them?""Time, patience, and the other children," Thorne replied. "The Luna teenagers who've been here since the beginning are already taking the lead. It's remarkable—they seem
The strike force assembled in the pre-dawn hours, but this mission felt different from their assault on Garrett's camp. Where that had been about survival, this was about salvation—thirty-seven children who had been taken from their families and used as pawns in someone else's war.Mira stood at the edge of the settlement, Aurora bundled against the morning chill, watching as Kane briefed the team leaders. Unlike the desperate volunteers of their previous battle, these were seasoned fighters drawn from every allied pack, united by a single purpose."Thornfield Center is a converted hunting lodge," Kane explained, his voice carrying across the assembled group. "Three buildings arranged in a triangle, with the children housed in the main structure. Twenty-four guards, rotating shifts every six hours.""What about extraction routes?" Alpha Reese asked, studying the hastily drawn maps."Northern approach through the old mining trails, or southern route along the river valley," Lucian repl
The prisoners were brought to the great hall as the morning sun painted the settlement in golden light. Mira sat at the council table with Aurora nursing quietly, watching as Garrett was escorted in—no longer the confident coalition leader but a broken man whose authority had crumbled in a single night.Behind him came the real surprise: a young woman barely out of her teens, silver streaks in her dark hair marking her as Luna-born. She moved with the defeated posture of someone who had gambled everything and lost."So," Mira said quietly, her voice carrying across the silent chamber. "Garrett found himself a Luna after all."The girl's head snapped up, defiance flashing in her eyes before being replaced by resignation. "I volunteered.""Volunteered to help destroy your own people?" Elder Sage asked, her ancient voice heavy with disappointment."To protect them," the girl replied sharply. "You think your little revolution here helps anyone? You've painted targets on every Luna family
The assault force moved through the darkness like ghosts, their footsteps muffled by moss and fallen leaves. Mira had remained at the settlement with Aurora and the children, but she could feel the tension of the departing fighters through every bond that connected their community."They're in position," Sera whispered, her eyes unfocused as she reached through the network to the Luna children traveling with the strike team. "Kane's scouts report the sentries are exactly where expected."Mira adjusted Aurora in her arms, the baby unusually restless despite the late hour. Around them, thirty Luna children sat in a loose circle, their combined radiance casting eerie shadows on the walls of the great hall."Are you certain about this?" Healer Thorne asked, his medical supplies arranged within easy reach. "The projection you're planning—we have no precedent for the physiological effects.""We're certain," Naia said, though her young voice carried a tremor. "We can feel Garrett's people. T
The war council convened in the pre-dawn darkness, the chamber lit by candlelight and the soft glow of sleeping Luna children. Mira entered carrying Aurora, whose silver eyes were alert despite the early hour, as if she sensed the gravity of what was being planned."Final intelligence reports," Kane began without preamble, spreading tactical maps across the table. "Garrett's forces are divided between three camps. His main force—roughly two hundred fighters—is positioned at Raven's Hollow, two miles north. The eastern and western camps have about a hundred each.""Which means they're spread thin," Alpha Reese observed, her weathered face intent on the maps. "If we strike fast at the main camp, the others won't be able to reinforce in time.""That's a big 'if,'" Henrik countered, though his tone was more concerned than confrontational. "We're talking about a night assault through unfamiliar territory against an entrenched enemy."Lucian leaned forward, his finger tracing potential appr