DOUBLE-FACE ALPHA JAKE MOONCLAWTHIRTY MINUTES TO STEINHART RESEARCH ATTACK.“What did he say?” I ask Lucian the moment the call ends.“He’s on his way,” Lucian replies, though his gaze is no longer on me. It’s fixed Nathan. Syra, still in her wolf form, lies curled beside him, unusually calm. Her fur shimmers like a greenish flame, an ethereal glow of Wolf Nature igniting around her.Lucian's voice tightens. “How do you know so much about the Blessed Luna and the Alpha King legend?”“It all connects to their clan,” Uncle Luke chimes in.Uncle Justin adds, “There are fifteen elders currently in Kenya. Marion is among the oldest. They see themselves as guardians of the Blessed Luna.”Nathan looks up, eyes now glowing blue. “We don’t ‘see’ ourselves as anything. We are. There are six guardians chosen by the Moon herself—tasked with protecting the Blessed Luna from any darkness that seeks her.”Lucian frowns. “Six? Where are the rest?”Before Nathan can answer, the front door slams open
OMEGA NATHAN“Who the hell are you?”The voice cut through the room, cold and biting. It came from one of the tall men standing near the center—classic black tailored suit, sharp jawline, and just the right amount of arrogance. He had the looks, sure—but that wasn’t the problem here.She had that glow.Just like Marion described. Just like the left scrolls whispered. And in her wolf form… gods, she was massive. Radiant. Ethereal. I’d only read about it. Never seen it. Never imagined it was real until now.“I asked you a question!” the man snapped again, his voice more agitated this time. “Who are you—and how the hell do you know about her?”I stayed calm, even as the weight of seven gazes burned through me—three elders with unreadable expressions, and four younger alphas that looked like they hadn’t smiled since birth.“Everyone, please,” I raised my hands slowly, scanning the room. “I told you—I’m here to help her.”“And I asked you how,” the same man growled, taking a threatening st
FLORAL LUNA JULESONE HOUR, SOME SECONDS TO STEINHART RESEARCH ATTACKWhen I first met Nathan, he’d been brought in by Elder Marion and Alpha Jacob, and I’d immediately pegged him for just another stray—another lost wolf seeking shelter in our neutral pack.Our pack has always been different. As one of the few neutral packs recognized by the Council, no one dared to provoke us. Not with Elder Marion among us, and Alpha Jacob being part of the Union. But that wasn’t why I hated Nathan.No. I hated him because from the moment he arrived—this dorky-looking boy with quiet eyes and messy hair—he was treated like royalty. He walked through our gates and somehow stole the spotlight I’d spent my entire life building.I was Marion’s favorite. The brightest, the most promising girl in the pack. And the prettiest, if I may add. Daughter of the second-in-command, Alpha Daniel. Then Nathan comes along and bam—he’s the only one who can perform the Blessed Luna ritual. Turns out his ability is som
SYRATWO AND A HALF HOURS TO STEINHART RESEARCH ATTACKMy skull felt like it was splitting in two—no, into a thousand jagged fragments. Each one pulsed with white-hot electricity, stabbing through my brain like lightning bolts without mercy or rhythm. As if the universe itself had gripped my head with iron fists, forcing an avalanche of information—images, voices, memories that weren’t mine—into my mind at once. Each thought slammed into the next, cascading, crashing, overlapping like a storm of screaming data I couldn’t silence.I couldn’t decipher it all. There were too many.Too many voices, too many fragments of names, places, faces, sounds—like eavesdropping on a thousand nightmares all at once, and yet somehow, some part of me understood each and every one. It was unbearable.My chest grew heavy, lungs shrinking as if someone had bound them with invisible chains. I gasped, but the air tasted wrong.Around me, I saw their mouths move—Lucian. They were talking. Arguing, maybe.
SYRAJULY 11, FOUR HOURS TO STEINHART BEING ATTACKED“Alright,” Gabriella said, her voice crisp, echoing slightly in the high-ceilinged conference room. “It’s been two weeks, and the final decision has been made.”She stood tall at the head of the long obsidian table, radiating poise and power. Dressed in a sharp navy blazer tailored to perfection, her white silk blouse peeked through just enough to give a glimpse of elegance without compromising authority. High-waisted charcoal trousers hugged her slender figure, accentuating her poised stance, and a pair of sleek, black stilettos completed the look with just the right hint of danger. A silver brooch shaped like a crescent moon glinted at her collar—subtle, yet commanding.Her wine-red hair was pulled into a high ponytail, strands sleek and controlled, not a single flyaway in sight. Those icy blue eyes swept across the room, razor-sharp and unreadable. You could almost feel the air stiffen around her—the weight of her presence dragg
THE BLOOD LUNA.COMMANDER LUIZ KAMAU“What could this be?” Seth mutters, crouched beside the scorched ground, the faint trail of smoke rising. I watch the flickering blue flame, the bitter taste of my cigar curling at the edge of my tongue.“Huh. Mountain Ash,” I grunt, bending closer. The ember’s hue says it all. “Haven’t seen it used like this in a while. Smells like deep trouble.”We arrived just in time—but even so, my gut churns. It always does whenever these damn Union dogs show up. I’ve hated them for as long as I can remember. Nobody really knows who gave them power… or why they think they own everything.And then—speak of the devil.“What are the Blood Lunas doing here?” The voice grates at my ears.Oscar Oloo.Just seeing his face is enough to sour my mood. That stark white hair sliced into a perfect line across his scalp. Clean cut. Calculated. Condescending. As always, he’s in his tight, jet-black military uniform—like some damn decorative statue from a forgotten war.“We