THE BLOODLINE’S LUNA

Prologue The night is bright as the full moon casts its light over the city, the darkness fleeing from its beams and clinging to corners where it can hide from the light. It is indeed a beautiful night. The quiet of the night begins to fade as the echoes of rain start their reign, but that isn’t the only noise. They’re at it again. The rogue alphas twist the blessing of the moon goddess to create their own with a bite, turning it into a curse. The screams of innocents, who know nothing about our world, echo alongside the rain as their freedom to choose between the ordinary and the supernatural is whisked out of their hands with a bite. The screams grow louder as Hugo, the alpha of the Bloodline pack, races through the trees toward the city with his Beta, Jon, running beside him, barely keeping up with the alpha’s speed. They have to get there on time; maybe they can save them, even if it is just one life. By the time they arrive, the screams have disappeared. The floors are littered

Liosha’s POV Ouch! I can certainly see how he became the commander of the pack warriors; he has certainly mastered the art of sleep fighting! He kicks again, his foot connecting perfectly with my shin. I bite my lip to keep from wincing out loud. I roll out of bed; it is almost 5:30 anyway, so I should just get an early start today, and I’ll deal with Nappy Chan much later. I say my prayers and slide into the bathroom to freshen up. I’m not surprised when I walk back into the room and see him doing a couple of push-ups on the ground. He hears me enter and starts counting out loud, “501, 502, 503…” I roll my eyes and chuckle. “500 push-ups, huh?” a smile still lingering on my lips. “Oh, babe, I didn’t see you there,” he stops and feigns surprise. “Riiiight,” I reply sarcastically and chuckle a bit. “Go and take a shower; let’s go on patrol together.” “The Luna wants to take a stroll with lowly old me?” he jokes. “Shut up!” I’m laughing now as I push him into the

The silence is oppressive. We're down a man, and we all missed where the ones are. Their senses heightened, their hunger for blood increased. And at this attack came from. A low snarl churns at our left, another at our right. They're closing in on us like wolves on a kill, ironic, as we are wolves. But they're alphas, corrupted point, we're sitting in their den.“Hold formation!” I shout on pack coming, my heart pounding along with the thud of our footsteps on wet mud.Suddenly, a dark blur slices through the trees. A spear flies, no, is thrown and pierces a warrior through the shoulder. He drops to a knee but doesn’t fall. Before I can react, two rogue alphas crash into the circle from opposite ends.“Attack pattern Delta!” I shout.The fighters shatter the formation with perfect discipline, flipping the circle upside down and closing in on the attackers. I jump into the melee, claws out, ripping at the alpha closest to me. He parries with a snarl, my strength met by his. He charges;

At an instant, Carlos walked into the opening, bathed in moonlight, it was like he was late for a show or something. He was calm, composed, but there was this disturbing dark energy radiating off him. It was bad. Bad.Then I saw it. Blood. Soaking the sleeves of his shirt. But it wasn't his.My eyes darted past him, and I saw them. Two rogue alphas. Lying lifeless on the ground. Their necks? Snapped. Chests? Ripped to shreds. Their strength... gone. You didn't even need to have super smell to know Carlos had taken their power for himself."Carlos?" I said, croaked out, and walked forward by a step.He looked at me like I was some stranger he had never seen before. Then smiled and spoke."You owe me some gratitude, Liosha. I just saved your skins."My dad, who was trying to get up beside me, chest heaving, glared hard at Carlos. You weren't even fighting. You were just watching.Watching, Carlos repeated, a smirk playing on his lips. Just looking for the perfect opportunity."You plann

Liosha’s POVThe howls are close now.Carlos coughs on the ground, barely upright. But my eyes lock on the tree line. The air shifts, cold and heavy. Something’s coming.“They’re not just passing through,” Sebastian says. “They’re hunting us.”“How?” I ask.“They weren’t tracking you,” he says tightly. “They were tracking him.”He nods at Carlos.Carlos scowls. “I just killed two rogue alphas.”“Exactly,” Sebastian cuts in. “You stole their power. Power leaves a trail.”My father steps forward, sword dripping. “We move. Now.”“Wait, Jon,” I breathe.I spot him, slumped against a tree, blood soaking his side. Barely conscious.I drop beside him. “Jon! Stay with me.”His eyes flutter. “Get out… lead them…”“No,” I whisper. “Not without you.”“Liosha!” Sebastian’s voice snaps through the link. He’s shifted, massive and silver, radiating command.“You and your father get Jon out. I’ll hold the front.”“You’ll die,” I snap back.“Trust me.”He doesn’t wait. He bolts toward the treeline.My