The Silver Moon Valley stood silent, a world torn between ruin and rebirth. Ash drifted like morbid snowflakes, settling over the scarred earth and the splintered trunks of ancient trees. The once-proud packhouse now lay in smoldering ruins, its walls reduced to charred stones, its aura of safety gone. Wolves gathered in hushed clusters around the clearing, their gazes fixed skyward at the fractured moon. The great celestial body hung above them, its jagged crack pulsing faintly as if it were a living wound.Aiden knelt in the heart of the destruction, his fingers buried in the dirt where Iris had vanished. His nails bit into the cold soil as though he could claw through realms and drag her back from whatever void had claimed her. His voice came low, hoarse, and unyielding.“She’s not gone.” The words trembled like fragile glass. “She can’t be.”Damon stood a short distance away, his usual smug confidence stripped away. His arms were folded tight, and his expression—often unreadable—
The air was heavy with ash and blood as Iris stood in the shattered remnants of the Silver Moon Packhouse. Flames still licked the stone walls, casting flickering shadows across the carnage. Wolves lay injured and broken, their howls a mournful chorus that made the very earth tremble. Above, the Rift pulsed with malevolent energy, its crimson glow searing the sky like an open wound.Aiden knelt at the edge of the wreckage, his body trembling with barely contained darkness. Black veins spiderwebbed beneath his skin, the mark of Valeborne’s corruption spreading deeper. His sword clattered to the ground as he clutched his head.“I—I can’t hold it back,” he growled, his voice a guttural snarl. “It’s consuming me.”Iris dropped to her knees beside him, her hands glowing faintly with silver light as she pressed them against his chest. “No! I won’t let him take you. Stay with me, Aiden!”He lifted his head, his eyes glowing faintly red. “You’ll have to stop me… before I lose myself.”“No,” I
The Silver Moon Pack burned.Ash filled the air as flames licked the ancient walls of the packhouse. Screams of wolves and the roar of shadow beasts blended into a single, deafening cacophony. Iris stood on the ridge above, her Hollow Star mark blazing as she watched Lyra’s army surge through the valley like a tide of darkness.“They’re already inside,” Selene gasped beside her, ice crackling from her fingers. Her white hair was streaked with soot. “We’re too late.”“No,” Iris said firmly, her golden eyes flashing. “We still have time to save the survivors.”She turned to Damon, who stood at her other side, his twin blades humming with restrained power. “Split our forces. Selene, take the western flank and hold the bridges. Damon, with me—we take the packhouse.”Damon nodded grimly. “If we don’t make it…”“You will,” Iris said sharply. “I’m not losing anyone else tonight.”Scene 1: Breaching the ShadowsThe trio plunged into the chaos. Iris led the charge, her silver fire blazing a pa
The world trembled on the brink of collapse.From the shattered heavens, crimson rifts splintered across continents like jagged wounds. The sacred lands of the Silver Moon Pack were the first to fall under a creeping tide of shadow as Valeborne’s unholy power seeped into the world. Once-vibrant forests twisted into skeletal groves, rivers thickened into black sludge, and an eerie, mournful howl spread across the lands as the realms’ fragile balance fractured.At the edge of a darkened Rift, Damon stood, fists bloodied from pounding against the obsidian wall of shadows that pulsed faintly with life. His voice, hoarse yet defiant, echoed into the void. “Aiden! Do you hear me? I swear, I’ll bring you back.”Behind him, Iris emerged from the Circle of Flames, her body shimmering with celestial energy. Her silken hair floated as if in water, haloed by golden fire, and her Hollow Star mark blazed with silver and sapphire threads. The Moon Goddess’s essence now coursed through her veins, h
The wind howled like a chorus of the damned as Aiden staggered back from Damon’s monstrous transformation. Black wings spread from Damon’s shoulders, blotting out what little light remained in the sky. His horns gleamed with raw shadow magic, and his crimson eyes burned with Valeborne’s power.“Aiden, go!” Damon roared, his voice layered with Valeborne’s guttural tone. “I can’t hold him back for long!”But Aiden didn’t move. His grip on his lunar blade tightened as memories of every battle they’d fought together flashed through his mind. He couldn’t abandon Damon—not now, not ever.“Not a chance,” Aiden growled. “You’re still in there. I’m not leaving you to him.”The Rift above pulsed violently, sending streaks of black lightning arcing across the fortress. Lyra watched from the altar’s remains, a cruel smile curling her lips.“Foolish Alpha,” she sneered. “You can’t save him. You can’t even save yourself.”Scene 1: The TemptationThe shadows around Aiden shifted. A whisper curled in
The sky brooded over Silver Moon Valley, bloated with rolling storm clouds veined with lightning. The air was thick with ozone and the acrid scent of scorched earth, remnants of the recent skirmish that had left the once-pristine land fractured and blackened. Trees lay toppled, their trunks twisted like snapped bones, and the soil itself seemed to hum with restless energy. Damon and Aiden stood on the jagged plateau, staring at the churning Rift where Iris had been taken. Each breath they drew was laced with unspoken dread.“She’s alive,” Damon murmured, his crimson eyes glowing faintly, betraying the turmoil beneath his calm exterior. “I can feel her mark—it hasn’t gone dark.”Aiden’s jaw tightened, his fingers curling into fists. “We’ll bring her back. But first…” He swept his gaze over the decimated battlefield, where scattered survivors clung to their wounds and fear. “…we have to deal with the mess she left behind.”The Silver Moon Pack was shattered. Warriors wandered aimlessl