The battlefield was quiet at last. Ash and silver petals floated in the wind, carrying the faint scent of blood and moonlight. Where once there had been howls and clashes of teeth, only a heavy silence remained. The red glow of the Eclipse Moon began to fade, replaced by a soft silvery glow bathing the world in calm.Iris stood at the center of the scorched earth, her long hair billowing around her as if caught in an invisible current. In her arms lay Lyra’s lifeless body, her expression serene despite the lingering streaks of black ichor on her cheeks. Lyra’s once-proud face now looked younger, at peace. The Shadow God’s presence was gone—exorcised in Iris’s final act of mercy.“You’re free now,” Iris whispered, brushing a thumb across Lyra’s pale forehead. “And so am I.”Aiden stepped forward, battered and bloodied but still standing tall. His mark pulsed with faint light, and his blue eyes held a mixture of sorrow and awe as they fell on Iris. “It’s over,” he said softly. “You did
The battlefield was a smoldering expanse of ash and flame beneath the blood-red eclipse. Wolves from every pack lay wounded or fighting on, their howls echoing in the air heavy with smoke. Above it all, Iris stood still, her golden and black eyes fixed on the figure at the center of the chaos.Lyra hovered in the air, her body cloaked in shadowy tendrils that writhed like serpents. Her form was almost unrecognizable—fused with Vaelor’s power, she was less wolf and more an embodiment of darkness itself. Her lips curled into a feral grin, and her voice was a distorted amalgamation of her own and the Shadow God’s.“You’ve come, Moon Queen,” she hissed, her eyes glowing like two bottomless voids. “Come to finish what you started?”Iris stepped forward, the ground cracking beneath her feet as her power surged. Around her, the golden and black wolves of her mark circled protectively, their ethereal bodies blazing with light and shadow in perfect balance.“I didn’t come to destroy you, Lyra,
The sky burned red as the blood moon ascended, its crimson light drenching the world in an ominous glow. The air was thick with tension, every wolf in the gathered packs sensing the magnitude of what was about to unfold. The final confrontation—the war foretold in prophecies whispered across centuries—was no longer a distant threat. It had arrived.Iris stood on the cliffs of the Last Moon Sanctuary, her golden and black eyes reflecting the unnatural eclipse. Her twin children, Aeliana and Kael, watched from a hidden alcove within the sanctuary, their small faces pale with fear. One radiated a soft, pure light, the other carried an unsettling flicker of darkness that even now pulsed faintly in time with the blood moon.Aiden placed a steadying hand on Iris’s shoulder. His aura blazed like wildfire, the mark of the Supreme Alpha glowing in tandem with her divine light. “They’re coming,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “The Shadow God moves through Lyra. This is their final push.”A wa
The moonlight spilled over the Last Moon Pack, bathing the valley in silver hues as Iris sat alone in the sacred grove, quill in hand, parchment spread before her. Every stroke of ink carried the weight of centuries, the legacy of wolves, and her own hard-fought battles. The grove hummed faintly with power—ancestral spirits whispering in the breeze, as if urging her on.Her twins slept soundly in the den nearby—Aurelion, the boy of light, and Nyx, the girl of shadow. Their fragile breaths were the tether keeping Iris grounded in this realm. Yet, even now, as Luna of all packs, she could feel the currents of fate twisting and fighting against her will.“This is more than prophecy,” she murmured to herself. “This is choice.”The quill trembled in her hand as visions of possible futures danced across her mind: her children standing on opposite sides of a battlefield, blood staining the earth; Lyra’s hollow eyes staring at her from the void, whispering threats in the Shadow God’s voice; D
The air trembled with an unnatural stillness, as if the world held its breath. High above, the moon bled crimson, heralding the lunar eclipse that had long been whispered in prophecies. Across the lands, wolves from every pack gathered in hushed anticipation outside the sanctuary Iris and Aiden had built—the Last Moon Pack. Its walls, glowing faintly with runes of protection, seemed fragile against the looming darkness that rolled in like a living tide.Iris stood on the highest balcony, her eyes locked on the blood moon. The chill of the night seeped into her bones, yet her resolve burned hotter than ever. Draped in a flowing white cloak embroidered with silver threads, she looked every bit the Luna of all packs—but beneath her calm exterior, dread coiled tight in her heart.“They’re coming,” Aiden murmured at her side. His voice was low, steady, but she could feel the tension radiating off him. The Supreme Alpha’s mark on his wrist pulsed faintly, golden light struggling against a f
The air in the sanctuary was heavy with moonlight. Iris strolled along the colonnade of The Last Moon Pack, her silken robes trailing like the glow of a falling star. Her children, Aria and Caelum, slept soundly in the inner sanctum, watched over by the elder wolves. Yet Iris felt restless, a gnawing unease pulling her deeper into the night.The twin moons reflected in the pool before her, one pale silver, the other dark and veiled. They reminded her of her twins—the girl bathed in light, the boy who sometimes whispered of the shadows. She pressed a hand to her heart as guilt and love battled within her. She thought of Damon, the man who had sacrificed himself so she and her children could live.Tonight, his memory felt stronger, as if his soul brushed the edges of her own.---Scene 1: The First WhisperAs she stood gazing at the moon, a faint voice stirred the stillness.“Iris…”Her breath caught. The sound was low and haunting, drifting across the air like smoke.“Iris, can you hea