FAZER LOGINA cold wind swept through the council hall. Beauty read the letter again, hoping the words would somehow change. > You are looking for the wrong prisoner. Your father isn't the one I captured. The ink was fresh. The parchment carried a faint scent of cedar and smoke—the same scent that lingered in the abandoned monastery. Victor. Alex gently took the letter from her trembling hands. "It's meant to unsettle you." "Or it's the truth," Beauty whispered. Marcus folded his arms. "We shouldn't assume either." Gabriel turned to the guards stationed by the entrance. "Find the messenger." "He couldn't have disappeared." The guards rushed outside. Minutes later they returned, breathing hard. "Alpha... there's no sign of him." "What?" "The horses are still here." "The gates never opened." "It... it's as if he vanished." An uneasy silence settled over the room. Hours later... The council dispersed, but no one slept. Beauty stood alone on the balcony overlooking the compo
The silence inside the underground sanctuary lingered long after the tremors had ceased. Beauty closed the ancient chronicle and carefully returned it to the First Guardian. "I don't think I'm ready for any more secrets today." The Guardian inclined its head. "No one ever is." It took the book and retreated into the shadows, where the other guardians once again stood motionless, as though they had never awakened. Alex stepped beside Beauty, concern evident in his eyes. "We should leave." She nodded. For the first time since entering the sanctuary, she felt exhausted rather than curious. Every answer had only uncovered another mystery. The Blood Moon Heart still pulsed above the fractured throne, but its glow had dimmed, as if it too had returned to slumber. Aldric leaned heavily on his walking staff. "We've stayed here too long." Marcus agreed immediately. "If Victor wanted to trap us, this is the perfect place." Gabriel motioned toward the staircase. "Let's move."
The crack echoed through the cavern like thunder. A jagged fracture split the black crystal throne from its seat to its crown. The Blood Moon Heart shuddered. Its crimson glow flickered once... Twice... Then steadied again. No one spoke. Every face turned toward Beauty. Alex was the first to break the silence. "What did you see?" Beauty struggled to answer. "It wasn't a dream." "It felt..." She placed a trembling hand over her chest. "...real." Marcus frowned. "Start from the beginning." Beauty inhaled slowly. "I saw a little girl." Aldric's expression changed instantly. "No..." "She called herself Luna Ashbourne." The old guardian staggered backward. Gabriel caught him before he fell. "You know that name?" Aldric closed his eyes. "I know the story." The old man sat heavily on a broken stone. For several moments, he simply stared at the Blood Moon Heart. Finally... He spoke. "Before the werewolf packs..." "Before Alphas..." "Before the Moon Goddess be
Silence swallowed the cavern. Hundreds of armored guardians remained kneeling before Beauty, their ancient blades lowered in absolute submission. Only the rhythmic pulse of the Blood Moon Heart disturbed the stillness. Boom. Boom. Boom. Beauty stood frozen. "No..." The word escaped her lips as little more than a whisper. "They're mistaken." None of the guardians moved. Their heads remained bowed. Alex stepped beside her. "They're not." Beauty looked at him sharply. "What do you mean?" He didn't answer immediately. Instead, his eyes remained fixed on the sea of kneeling warriors. "They recognized your blood." Marcus tightened his grip on his sword. "I don't care whose blood she carries." He stepped in front of Beauty. "She's not anyone's queen." A low rumble rolled through the cavern. One of the guardians slowly lifted its head. Its face was hidden behind an ancient silver helm, but a calm, resonant voice echoed through the chamber. "The Blood Throne cannot re
The monastery trembled violently. Stone cracked beneath their feet as a deafening roar echoed from somewhere deep underground. Dust filled the hidden chamber. Beauty instinctively grabbed Alex's arm to steady herself. "What is that?" she shouted. Aldric's face had gone ashen. "It isn't a beast." His voice shook. "It's the seal." Another violent tremor threw everyone off balance. The crimson light surrounding the pedestal intensified until the chamber glowed like it was bathed in blood. The silver dagger rose slowly into the air. Beauty stared. "No one is touching it..." "It responds to your blood," Aldric said. Marcus immediately stepped between Beauty and the floating dagger. "Nobody goes near it." The old guardian shook his head. "It doesn't matter." "If she refuses it..." "It will choose her anyway." Outside the monastery... Dark clouds swallowed the afternoon sky. The wind howled through the mountains. Birds burst from the forest in frightened flocks. Eve
The room fell silent. Beauty stared at the burning fireplace while the rain battered the windows of the Silver Moon council hall. Hours had passed since the Eclipse Order's attack. The wounded were being treated. The dead were being mourned. Yet no one had spoken about the six words Victor had just discovered. Because no one knew they existed. Except Victor. Deep inside the Black Hollow Mountains... Victor sat alone in a candlelit chamber. The old journal lay open before him. His fingers traced the faded handwriting. Trust no one. Not even Alex. He frowned. "Evelyn..." "You always did enjoy your little games." He reached for the next page. The writing abruptly stopped. Several pages had been carefully cut out decades earlier. Victor's expression darkened. "So that's where you hid it." A knock interrupted his thoughts. "Come in." A masked warrior entered and knelt. "My lord." "The Ashbourne descendants survived the assault." "I know." "And Leon fought beside
The council's first meeting had been a success, but Beauty knew that maintaining the newfound unity among the packs would be an ongoing challenge. The alliance was still fragile, and old rivalries could easily resurface if not carefully managed. Beauty and Alex continued to play pivotal roles in t
The days following the battle were filled with a mixture of relief and determination. The allied packs had come together not just to defeat Leon but to forge a new future, one built on trust and cooperation. Beauty and Alex found themselves at the center of this effort, their bond stronger than eve
The anticipation was palpable as Beauty and Alex, along with their growing alliance, prepared for the confrontation with Leon. The days leading up to the showdown were filled with strategy meetings, training sessions, and rallying cries. Beauty felt a mix of fear and excitement, her resolve steelin
Beauty woke up early the next morning, the first rays of sunlight casting a warm glow over the mountains. She felt a renewed sense of purpose as she dressed in comfortable training clothes and made her way to the backyard, where Alex had set up a makeshift training area. He had insisted on helping







