"I feel we shouldn't go through with this, my goddess," Cancer muttered, his voice thick with emotion. He tore his gaze away from the pond that reflected the scene below—a lone she-wolf lying battered and broken on the muddy ground, clinging to the last fragile threads of life. He had watched countless trials unfold before bput this... this was different.
It took all his willpower not to abandon the heavens and intervene directly. Every instinct urged him to save her, but the weight of the Moon Goddess’s command anchored him in place. She lay in a pitiful state, drenched in a mixture of rain, blood, and mud. Sweat clung to her pale skin, and her breathing was ragged, shallow. There were no more tears left in her, not after the ultimate betrayal—a rejection from her mate and the massacre of her family. It was no small tragedy, and in her condition, the odds of her surviving another five minutes were nonexistent. What the Moon Goddess proposed was unthinkable. If the she-wolf survived this ordeal, she would not emerge unscathed. The power she would inherit could drive her feral, her wolf consuming her humanity. A feral rogue with unchecked strength was a danger to everyone and everything. Her wolf could shift without her consent, hunt without conscience, and destroy entire strongholds if it pleased. It was a fate worse than death. Cancer clenched his fists. He wanted her to live—desperately—but not like that. His heart wrenched as he looked back at the Moon Goddess. Her expression, as always, was unreadable, a serene mask betraying none of her thoughts. He had spent eons trying to decipher her, to see beyond the veil of her divine composure, but she remained as enigmatic as the stars she ruled. Her smooth, oval face bore a slight frown, her amethyst eyes—void of any whiteness—narrowed in deep contemplation. Her silken, pale hair flowed around her like liquid light, blending seamlessly with the purple silk gown that clung to her perfect form as if it were part of her being. "It is not in my place to question you or your decisions, my goddess, but—" "I know, Cancer," she interrupted gently, her voice like a melody that resonated in his very soul. She tore her gaze from the image in the pond to look at him, and he felt as though a million unseen eyes were boring into him. "I know you. Your compassion sets you apart. These trials clash with your nature, and perhaps I should have summoned Taurus instead. He would have faced this head-on without hesitation." Cancer’s cheeks flushed with shame. "I'm sorry for being a disappointment to you, my goddess," he murmured, lowering his gaze to the grassy plain beneath his feet. Her laugh was light, like the tinkling of wind chimes. "Oh, you silly thing. I was only jesting. You take yourself far too seriously, Cancer. Perhaps learning to laugh would ease your burdens. You are no disappointment, not to me." He lifted his gaze hesitantly, meeting her warm smile. "It’s just... to place this much power in a mortal soul—it feels reckless. If she survives, who could stop her if she goes rogue?" "There are always risks," the Moon Goddess replied, her voice steady. "But there are many paths to every outcome. You, of all my guardians, should know that by now." Cancer nodded reluctantly, though his unease remained. "Are we to help her if she survives? To guide her toward the right path?" "No." Her answer was firm. "Interference from our realm rarely ends well. I have faith in her. She will rise to greatness, of that I am certain." Cancer sighed, the sound heavy with resignation. He could no longer argue. Her will was law, and so it would be. The Moon Goddess extended her hand, a single glowing moonflower petal resting in her palm. "Take this," she said. "Feed it to her, and let us watch the story unfold." He took the petal, its light as bright as the moon itself. Closing his eyes, he focused on his task. His entire form shimmered, dissolving into radiant energy, and when he opened his eyes again, he was no longer in the celestial realm. Rain poured around him in the mortal world, the earthy scent of wet soil filling his nostrils. In his lupine form, his rich cream-colored fur glistened under the storm's onslaught. His keen brown eyes scanned the surroundings until they found her—lying crumpled beneath a mahogany tree. Even with his heightened senses, her heartbeat was faint, barely audible over the rain. He approached cautiously, each step heavy with the weight of his purpose. She was a heartbreaking sight up close. Her golden-brown hair, once vibrant, was now a jagged, matted mess, stained crimson with her own blood. Her torn gown, soaked and sullied, clung to her broken body. She had lost so much blood that her survival seemed impossible. Cancer dropped the glowing petal onto the ground, nudging it gently toward her mouth with his snout. With a soft growl, he maneuvered it past her lips, ensuring she swallowed it. Then, he stepped back, watching intently. At first, nothing happened. But then, her body convulsed violently, and she began to cough and choke. Blood poured from her nose, ears, and mouth, pooling around her. Cancer tensed, ready to end her suffering if it became too much, when the Moon Goddess’s voice rang sharply in his mind. "No." He hesitated, his paws rooted to the ground. Before his eyes, the convulsions stopped, and her pale blue eyes snapped open. For a fleeting moment, they met his gaze—eyes filled with pain and confusion. Then, in a flash, her irises shifted to a brilliant purple, the mark of the Moon Goddess’s essence. She gasped, a single tear escaping down her bloodied cheek, and whispered hoarsely, "I should have done something." And just like that, she fell unconscious again. Cancer’s heart ached as he stood over her fragile form. "I’m rooting for you, little one," he murmured softly, his voice thick with emotion. "You’re going to win this." As the rain continued to fall, washing away the blood and grime, Cancer remained by her side, a silent guardian. Somewhere in the heavens, the Moon Goddess watched with a knowing smile, her faith in this broken she-wolf unwavering.Madeline’s POVI startle awake, my body sweaty and my chest rising and falling hard.When will I get over this nightmare?I stand from the bed and walk over to the bathroom to wash my face, then towards the door, expecting to find Elisha banging on it like a damn maniac.But there's no one there.No sarcastic commentary. No forced meditation. No awkwardly cheery “let’s not die today” pep talk.Just… silence.I shut the door with a groan. The ache in my muscles from yesterday’s spar is still there but it’s not much of a discomfort. I sit back on my bed, rubbing my eyes and waiting for Elisha to barge in st any moment but he doesn't.Getting tired of waiting, I remove my sleeping garments, putting on the black pants and a fitted top they gave me. It smells faintly of smoke. I lace up the boots and step out of the room.The camp seems to be in an active states as people move about, doing something.Wolves move in clusters. Some carry crates, others spar near the training grounds. There'
Lucian’s POVEverything in the office is choking. The air seems stale and I suddenly have the sudden urge to be outside. "Fuck you, Livia." Muttering under my breath, I wipe my sweaty face. That honestly shouldn't have happened. I really shouldn't have indulged her. Forgetting the fact that she was one manipulative bitch, I should have not given her what she wanted. Now, I have to watch my back and Madeline's back cause Livia isn't one to forgive so easily.I throw my shirt on my chair as I walk towards the door, stepping outside and locking it behind me.Taking a deep breath, I try to find solace and peace but it's just irritation and guilt. I have always wanted a mate and now that I have one—even though she doesn't qualify as one— she's still mate and cheating seemed. . .bad.‘Canis,’ I call out to my wolf, trying not to sound as defeated as I feel. ‘What do you say? We run?’Silence.That’s how I know he’s angry.He doesn’t sulk like some dramatic soap wolf. No. Canis goes quie
Lucian’s POV“The spy’s confirmed,” Elisha says as he flops down on a chair. “Came in through the eastern trail—one of the old hunting paths near the collapsed ridge. Used a scent-blocker, almost passed through unnoticed.”My office is barely lit but for the lamp on my table. There are plies of papers spread across my desk—maps, reports, hastily written updates from spies or allies. Elisha rocks his chair back and forth, producing a creaking noise, as he rubs his eyes. Rock’s leaning against the wall, a tired look on his face as he twirls a dagger in his fingers. I haven’t slept, none of us have. And we might probably not anytime soon knowing we're close to war.“But he didn’t—couldn't. We're too good for that.” Rock adds, voice a gravelly growl. “It took two punches and one death glare from Elisha to spill his guts. Not metaphorically. He puked on the floor too.”I nod slowly, flipping through the handwritten confessions. “Who sent him?”“Tyson,” Elisha says. “Shadow Moon insignia
Skylar’s POV“Strip,” I say with a smirk on my face.Jex's mouth curls into a grin. He's always wanted this. Everyone has always wanted this. A chance to taste a part of my body but I'd deny them every single time.Not because they were ugly or weak. Most of them would kill a hundred wolves and not feel a thing. But they weren't what I want.I want something—or someone—that does not want me. That is not how things are with me. I always get what I want. Always.But for now, I guess I'll settle with something else. Jex slowly peeled his shirt off to reveal hard muscles and packed abs. His golden brown skin glistened in the light coming from a lamp on the far end of the tent. His blond hair fell over his face, covering one side. He was perfect. . . For some.Not me.I feel my panties start to get wet as he pulls down his shorts revealing his hardened cock. It has to be more than six feet. It is wet at the tip and I lick my lips at the sight of veins around it. He really is perfect. But
Madeline's POV"Madeline," I familiar voice whispered in my ears as the owner shook me awake. "Madeline, it's time to wake up. He's coming." Opened my eyes to see a bloodstained Maggie in front of me. Bloodied and bruised, my helper's face hovers above mine, her usually vibrant eyes clouded with pain. I jump from the sight of her and trip on something behind me. Or someone.My back hit the ground hard, but that wasn’t what made my breath hitch.It was the sight of the lifeless body beside me.“Ken…” I whispered, staring into his vacant, glassy eyes. His mouth was slightly open like he had been trying to say something before—Something yanked my hair tight, dragging my head back violently.“What the—”“There you are, mate.” That voice.I went still.Tyson.His voice stills my movement, maybe my heart too. It feels like something is walking down my spine. "I've been looking for you. You thought you could run from me?" He laughs behind me and I'm paralyzed. "You want to see what we did
Lucian's POVWe stare at each other for the longest of time, no one saying anything. The only sound coming from the last of the rain dropping on the roof.“I’d like to know everything,” I finally say as I drag a chair close and I sit with my arms folded. My voice is calm. I try not to come off as threatening, but let’s be honest—I doubt I'm less of a threat to her. She basically just called down lightning.She inhales deeply and begins. “It started with me waking up to find that I had a mate.”My brow arches. Not what I expected, but I keep my expression neutral. Questions later. Always later.“His name is Tyson Maxwell. His father was Alpha of the Shadow Moon Pack—”“—Was.” I interrupt before I can stop myself.She squints at me in confusion, and I lick my lips, maybe a little slower than I should. Gods, she’s pretty. Even angry. Especially angry.I clear my throat, shaking the thought off. Focus, Lucian. She could literally smite you with a blink. “I mean, Tyson Maxwell. His father