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71: The First Refugees
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2026-03-09 00:04:20
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The Alpha's Moon Marked Luna 89: Merciless War
GavenWar always sounds glorious until you hear the first wolf scream.Snow falls in slow, silent flakes around us, blanketing the valley in white that will never be clean again. Blood turns it pink. Then red. Then black as it freezes.I stand at the ridge overlooking the battlefield, the cold wind cutting through my coat, carrying the scent of iron, fear, and death straight into my lungs.Below me, wolves clash. There is no ceremony in it. No displays of dominance. This is kill or be killed. This is war. Blackmoor warriors move in disciplined formations, their shifts smooth, their attacks coordinated. To the west, Vale forces push forward with brute strength. South of them, Eastmarch survivors fight with something close to desperation; they aren’t fighting for something they believe in anymore. They are fighting because they are afraid of what will happen to them if they don’t.And Frostveil… Frostveil fights like predators that learned cruelty instead of honor.They don't roa
The Alpha's Moon Marked Luna 88: The Wolf Queen
FernWar changes the way people look at you. Not just my enemies, but my own people. I came to Blackmoor, a useless spare, and now I stand before them as a Queen. I may not look at myself differently, but I can see the difference in the way they see me. I see it now in every bowed head, in every quiet step, and in every wolf that watches me when they think I don’t notice.They don’t fear me. Instead, they look to me with expectation, and that is somehow heavier than being feared.The war room smells like ink, steel, and exhaustion. Maps cover the central table. Markers showing troop movements, supply routes, and refugee arrivals scatter across the surface like pieces of a game none of us wanted to play.Gaven stands beside me, not in front of me. He lets me have a full view of the table. He doesn’t keep secrets from me. Not anymore. This is my war. The council is already gathered, and I hold my breath as I look at them. Warriors with bandaged arms line the walls. Scouts sh
The Alpha's Moon Marked Luna 87: The New Alpha
GraceThe office still smells like his blood. The warriors removed his body and scrubbed the stone clean. They removed every visible sight that my father ever fell here, but they cannot clean what I feel when I sit behind his desk.It is heavier than I imagined. I thought that I would feel relieved with him gone. After I learned about everything that he had done, I thought I would be better off without him. If that is the case, then why do I feel so cold? As I sit behind his desk, I shift uncomfortably in the seat. It feels too big for me. I feel like a child sitting in a seat made for a grown-up. I can almost hear him whispering from beyond the grave. I can hear his cold laughter, asking me what kind of ruler I would be.I already know the answer to that question. I will be the same kind of ruler he was. Cold and calculating, but I will be better at it. I will make sure of it.The door to the office opens, and a warrior peeks his head inside. “An envoy from Eastmarch i
The Alpha's Moon Marked Luna Mercy Given
FernJustin barely walks. Half his weight is on me. The other half he seems to be dragging by sheer will alone. His boots scrape the dirt. His breathing is uneven. His eyes don’t focus on anything.He isn’t fighting anymore. He isn’t defending himself. He isn’t even really present. He is just… empty.I don’t know if that makes this easier or harder.Blood has dried along his hands. Dirt streaks his face. His shoulders sag like something inside him has completely collapsed.I know that feeling. I just carry it differently now, but I remember how it felt to feel hollow.The gates of Blackmoor rise ahead of us, dark against the fading light. The guards spot us immediately. Their weapons lift out of instinct.Then they see who I am holding up, and everything changes.Tension explodes across the wall.“That’s him.”“The traitor.”“Murderer.”Someone growls. Someone else steps forward like they might take him from me. Isara rises inside me immediately. Not violently or aggressively.
The Alpha's Moon Marked Luna 85: The Broken Dagger
TW: Suicide JustinI don’t remember leaving the battlefield. I only remember running.Branches tear at my arms. Rocks slide beneath my boots. My lungs burn, but I don’t slow. I don’t think. I don’t even really see where I’m going.I just know I can’t stay. Not after what I did.Her blood is still on my hands. I can still feel the resistance of the blade against her ribs. I killed the wrong person. I can see the moment it should have been Fern, the moment Iris stepped between us, and the moment everything broke.“I didn’t mean to…” I whisper to the empty trees.But intention doesn’t change anything. Dead is dead.I stumble over a root and crash to my knees. My hands hit the ground hard, dirt grinding into my palms.I don’t get back up right away. I just sit there, breathing like something wounded, because that’s what I am. A wounded animal that doesn’t deserve to heal.Grace’s voice echoes in my head. “Better you end her suffering than them.”I believed her. Gods, I believed
The Alpha's Moon Marked Luna 84: The Daughter He Made
GraceThe battlefield still smells like her blood. It follows me all the way back to Vale. Not on my clothes. Not on my hands. Not on my skin. But in my lungs. Every breath tastes like it.The warriors fall into step behind me as I leave the field. No one questions it. No one stops me. No one speaks.They think I am retreating to regroup. They think I am returning to lead. They do not understand. I am returning for answers.The gates of Vale open at my approach. Wolves bow their heads as I pass. Normally, I would feel satisfaction. Today I feel nothing.My mother’s last breath still echoes in my ears. I fear that it is a sound I will hear for the rest of my life. It didn’t just sound like death; it sounded like betrayal. Not only had she left the Vale Pack and fled to Fern, but she had also asked me to stop fighting her. The request didn’t sit well inside my chest. It burned almost as much as her request to stand beside Fern.My boots strike stone as I walk the familiar h
The Alpha's Moon Marked Luna 29: Finding a Backbone
FernI wake to shouting.Not the sharp, distant kind that fades into background noise, but real anger, raw and uncontrolled, bleeding straight through the walls of the hospital room.“You had one job, Mara!”Alpha Gaven’s voice crashes through the door like thunder, shaking something loose in my ch
Dernière mise à jour : 2026-03-22The Alpha's Moon Marked Luna 23: Quiet
FernBreakfast in Alpha Gaven’s office is nothing like breakfast in the dining hall.There’s no clatter of plates, no overlapping voices, no sense of being watched from every direction at once. The space is warm and orderly, sunlight filtering in through tall windows that overlook the forest. A sma
Dernière mise à jour : 2026-03-21The Alpha's Moon Marked Luna 22: Mistakes
GraceI know the moment I feel it that something has gone wrong.The bond snaps into place without ceremony, without grandeur, without even the decency of warning me first. One moment I’m crossing the courtyard, head high, thoughts already bent toward strategy and inheritance, and the next, my brea
Dernière mise à jour : 2026-03-21The Alpha's Moon Marked Luna 25: Through his Eyes
GavenSeeing her through Riddick is… disarming.The world sharpens in the ways that I am used to, colors are deeper, and sounds are richer. But it’s Fern that anchors everything. Her laugh rings brighter than birdsong, lighter than wind through leaves. It vibrates through Riddick’s chest and into
Dernière mise à jour : 2026-03-21
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