MasukCHAPTER 7: MOONBRAND GLOWED
The air in the councilor’s office was too cold, like the walls were holding their breath. Alpha Rael stood behind the wide wooden desk, his jaw tight, eyes fixed on the old moon crest that is carved into the floor. The candlelight flickered. The door creaked open, and Councilor Matthias stepped in, his robe dragging behind him. “Alpha,” he said, his voice uneasy. “Something happened last night. The Moonbrand bronze... it glowed.” Rael lifted his head slowly, his eyes narrowing. “Are you sure?” Matthias nodded. “I saw it myself. The color wasn’t dull. It shines bronze like fire in moonlight.” For a long time, Rael said nothing. Then he turned to the window. “That mark hasn’t glowed in centuries,” he muttered. “It only reacts when a Moonborn’s blood stirs again.” Matthias stepped closer. “But that’s impossible. We exiled her. She drank wolfsbane and no one survives that.” Rael’s voice dropped low. “And still the bronze glowed.” Silence filled the room again. Matthias swallowed hard. “Do you also think she’s alive?” Rael turned, his eyes cold. “I think fate is stubborn and if Mira truly carries the Moonbrand, then the we exiling her didn’t kill her, it only woke her up.” Matthias shook his head. “Alpha, if she’s alive and the Council finds out, and then everything changes. The pack won’t stand with you once they know.” Rael leaned against the desk, his claws tapping the wood. “Then we make sure they don’t find out. If she’s alive, we hunt her down before word spreads.” Matthias hesitated, glancing at the Rael again. “And if we don’t find her first?” Rael’s jaw tightened. “Then the world will find out what we did and I’m not ready for that.” “But you and Kira and the other council did well in framing her and exiling her." Matthias said. “And we know what she might be capable of, we know she has the capability." Rael explained. " Does Kira know?” Matthias asked, his brow furrowing. " No… I'm gonna tell her after the pack meeting." Rael said dismissing Matthias. ******* Later in the afternoon, deep in the woods, the forest was darker that morning. My legs ached from walking. Every step sank into damp leaves. Elara kept scanning the trees ahead, one hand tight on her blade, the other resting on her hip like she was fighting the urge to punch someone. “We’ve been running in circles,” she said. “The rogues will catch up if we don’t move faster.” “I know,” Elric replied, his voice calm but sharp. He walked beside me, watching the shadows. “But moving fast won’t help if we’re running the wrong way.” I stopped walking. My breath hitched. “You two should go,” I said quietly. “I’ll slow you down.” Elara turned fast, her eyes flashing. “What did you just say?” “I said go.” I looked between them. “You’ve done enough. I can find my own way.” Elric frowned. “You’re injured, Mira. You can barely stand without shaking.” “I’m fine,” I lied. My hands trembled, betraying me. Elara scoffed. “You survived exile, poison, and a pack that wanted you dead, and now you want to play the lone wolf? Brilliant plan.” Her sarcasm hit harder than I expected. “I don’t want to be anyone’s burden,” I muttered. Elric stepped closer. “You’re not a burden.” “I was wondering." Elara muttered and rolled her eyes. I looked up at him, catching the faint light in his eyes. “You don’t even know me.” “I don’t need to,” he said softly. “I know what it’s like to be hunted.” His words cut through something inside me. For a heartbeat, neither of us spoke. I couldn't help but feel good for meeting Elric at this moment, he was better than Rael. Elara rolled her eyes. “Oh please, not now. Can we flirt later and um maybe when we’re not one howl away from getting eaten?” Elric shot her a glare. “No one’s flirting.” “Sure,” she said, smirking. “And I’m the Moon Goddess herself.” Despite everything, a small laugh escaped through my lips. It felt strange, laughing after so much pain but it faded so quickly. “Elric,” I said, my voice low. “You don’t understand. The Ashback will kill anyone who helps me. You and Elara could lose everything.” He didn’t back off. “You think I care about their laws?” “I think you care about your pack,” I whispered. He hesitated. That silence told me I was right. “I’ll go alone,” I said again. “At least then, if they come, it’s only me they’ll find.” Elara sighed and kicked a stone. “You’re stubborn as hell.” “I learned from the best,” I said, glancing at her. That made her snort, a reluctant smile twitching at her lips but it didn’t last long. The forest suddenly went quiet and the wind stopped moving. Elric’s body stiffened beside me. “Something’s wrong.” He stepped forward, nose lifting as he sniffed the air. “Magic,” he said. “Old magic.” Before I could ask what he meant, the air shifted. A faint shimmer rippled between the trees like heat rising off desert sand. “Elara?” I whispered. “I see it,” she said, drawing her blade. “Stay behind me.” But it was already too late. The shimmer thickened, spreading fast, forming a wall of glowing air around us. It pulsed once then twice before bursting into a blinding flash. “Get down!” Elric yelled, pushing me aside. The blast hit like a storm. The ground shook. I felt the world tilt and then a sharp pain shot through my chest. I flew backward, slamming into a tree. The breath left my lungs in one violent gasp. “Mira!” Elric’s voice sounded far away. My vision blurred. The air was alive with silver sparks and tiny threads of light swirling around me like fireflies. “What the hell is that?” Elara shouted. Elric ran to me, dropping to his knees. His hands hovered near my shoulders, unsure whether to touch. “It’s her,” he said, voice trembling. “It’s reacting to her blood.” I tried to speak, but my throat burned. The marks on my arm, the same one that had glowed during the time they were fighting those unknown packs, were shining again and brighter than before. “Elric,” I whispered. “What’s happening to me?” He didn’t answer. The light grew stronger, spreading from my arm to my chest, until my whole body felt like it was burning. Elara took a step back. “That’s not normal, Elric. She’s… she’s going to explode or something!” Elric ignored her. “Mira, listen to me. You need to breathe. You need to focus.” “I can’t…” My voice cracked. The energy was too much. It felt like the force was pressing on my skin, trying to break through. Then, just as suddenly as it began, the light flickered and died. I collapsed against the ground, shaking. For a moment, everything was silent. Then Elara spoke, voice tight. “That wasn’t a force field... that was a boundary.” Elric looked up sharply. “A boundary?” “Yeah,” she said, scanning the area. “Someone… or something… doesn’t want us or you leaving this forest.” Elric’s eyes darkened. “You mean it’s keeping us or her trapped.” She nodded slowly. “Or keeping her in.” My stomach turned cold. I pushed myself up, wincing. “Why would anyone want to keep me here?” Elric met my eyes. “Because, Mira... maybe you’re not supposed to leave yet.”CHAPTER 8: THE FUTURE WITH YOUElric was already in front of me before I finished catching my breath. He drew his sword so fast the air around it whistled. His whole body stayed low, ready to attack whatever knocked me off my feet. Elara shifted beside him, blade raised, her eyes darting through the trees.My back still throbbed from the hit. The force felt like a giant hand had slapped me out of the world.“Elric,” I whispered, still dizzy.“Stay behind me,” he said. His tone carried no argument. His eyes never left the shadows ahead.Elara moved to my other side. “If something comes out of that mist, I'm cutting first and asking questions next.”Something moved, it was soft and slow, like someone brushing cloth against leaves.Elric lifted his sword higher.Then she stepped out.A woman with silver-streaked hair and sharp eyes that missed nothing. She didn’t look dangerous, but the air around her felt heavy. Her dress was simple, her expression unimpressed, and she walked like the f
CHAPTER 7: MOONBRAND GLOWEDThe air in the councilor’s office was too cold, like the walls were holding their breath. Alpha Rael stood behind the wide wooden desk, his jaw tight, eyes fixed on the old moon crest that is carved into the floor. The candlelight flickered.The door creaked open, and Councilor Matthias stepped in, his robe dragging behind him.“Alpha,” he said, his voice uneasy. “Something happened last night. The Moonbrand bronze... it glowed.”Rael lifted his head slowly, his eyes narrowing. “Are you sure?”Matthias nodded. “I saw it myself. The color wasn’t dull. It shines bronze like fire in moonlight.”For a long time, Rael said nothing. Then he turned to the window. “That mark hasn’t glowed in centuries,” he muttered. “It only reacts when a Moonborn’s blood stirs again.”Matthias stepped closer. “But that’s impossible. We exiled her. She drank wolfsbane and no one survives that.”Rael’s voice dropped low. “And still the bronze glowed.”Silence filled the room again.
CHAPTER 1;THE MOONBRAND LUNA“You were never meant to lead.”I had spent twenty-six years trying not to be a burden. Keeping my head down, doing what I was told, avoiding the kind of attention that led to consequences. In our pack, girls like me didn’t get seen—we served, we obeyed, we endured.I cooked for the elders. I stitched up the warriors’ clothes. I taught the younger pups to read. I smiled, nodded, lowered my gaze. I blended in so well they almost forgot I existed.But when Alpha Thorne died, and the pack began looking for a new Luna, something strange happened.The Seer chose me.Not the warrior’s daughter. Not the silver-haired beauty everyone adored. Not the Beta’s ambitious niece.Me.“Mira,” the Seer had said, her voice firm and eyes cloudy with power, “You will carry the mark. You are the one.”At first, I thought it was a cruel joke. So did everyone else.“That girl?” someone had laughed. “She flinches when someone raises their voice. She can’t even shift properly.”An
CHAPTER 2 – THE MARK OF A MURDERER & EXILEThe moon hung low the next night, blood-tinged and eerie, as if the heavens already knew what was coming.I stood before the stone hearth of the Council Hall, wrapped in a borrowed cloak, the Luna mark still burning against my skin. I hadn’t slept. The whispers hadn’t stopped since Nelly vanished. My name now passed between their lips like a curse. They keep blabbering something I don't know about among themselves.Many of them were giving me the annoying look, while some were giving me the unreadable look.> Mira, the one with glowing blood.> Mira, Moonborn.> Mira, daughter of betrayal.They all whispered among themselves.When the alarm bell rang at dawn, I was already awake.Moments later, warriors burst into the hall. Their boots slammed against the stone like war drums. I froze. “What do they want from me this time?” I thought.“The Head Chief is dead,” one of them barked. “Slain in his quarters last night.”Gasps rang out. My stomac
CHAPTER 3 – “WE NEED TO MAKE SURE YOU'RE NOT A DESTROYER.”The Wasted Vale stretched for miles—silent, decaying, endless. I walked for two days without food, my body trembling, my thoughts looping the betrayal like a curse.I was Framed, Casted out and Forgotten.Only Nelly’s words kept me going.“They left you alive.”By the third morning, the rain had stopped. Mist rolled low between crooked trees, and I stumbled through them like a ghost, until I collapsed near a stream, too weak to stand.That’s when I heard footsteps.It was Soft,Careful and Not a predator—at least not yet.Then came a voice.“She’s breathing.”Another voice answered, sharper. “Or she’s bait. Could be a trap.”“Look at her—she’s barely alive.”I forced my eyes open.Two figures stood above me—a girl with honey-brown curls and worried eyes, and a taller boy with a sharp jaw and arms folded tightly across his chest.The girl crouched beside me. “Hey. Can you talk?”My lips cracked as I whispered, “Who…?”“I’m Elara
CHAPTER 4 – “WE WERE HOPING YOU'D SAY THAT.”They led me through the woods at dawn.I walked between Elric and Elara, silent, my pulse beating like a drum. My thoughts were heavy with what I’d read in that hidden book: Mira of the Lost Line. The girl who could either save or destroy.Was that truly me?“Where are we going?” I finally asked.Elric didn’t respond, but Elara said softly, “Somewhere ancient. Where your blood will speak the truth.”“Truth about what?”She glanced at me. “Whether you're the light… or the curse.”The path turned narrow, roots rising from the ground like claws. Crows flapped overhead. The deeper we went, the more the air seemed to thicken—heavy with power. My skin prickled with each step.At last, we stopped before a ring of blackened trees. Charred, dead, but strangely pulsing with something old.“The Burnt Circle,” Elric said. “It was scorched by the first fire-wielder centuries ago. Only the chosen can survive its trial.”I swallowed hard.Elara looked at







