Reya’s POV
After one week of wins and losses for every pack that attended the pack games, it was time to announce the results and know what teams would be heading into the second rounds and which of the packs were hosting.
The next three days was set aside for resting – for those of us who fought – and celebration for the packs who were going into the next round.
Of course, my team came in first place with a lot of points. Then, there was the team from Lycan Tristan’s pack, Alpha Wyvern’s pack made the cut by a narrow margin and the last team in the list was a pack I didn’t know.
At the announcements of those who were going to the next rounds, there was cheers, applause, hugs and kisses and I wasn’t left out of it. Both Lydia and Lycan Xander peppered me with hugs and kisses till I couldn’t breathe and I was smiling from ear to ear, despite the tightness in my chest.
“The next round of the competition will be hosted by Moon Crest Pack,” The announcer said and my heart skipped a beat. My eyes snapped to Lycan Tristan’s face to find him watching me and I looked away immediately.
The announcer was still talking but I wasn’t hearing a word he was saying. My ears rang and my heart was beating with such a wild ferocity it could have shattered my ribs.
Could I really go back there? To a place where the only memories I had of it were gruesome? Most of all, returning to Moon Crest pack was only going to reveal the truth I had been hiding from everyone I had come to love.
Would Lycan Xander ever forgive me if he knew I kept such secrets from him? Will he accept me in his household again? I shook my head. That was impossible. The moment he found out who I was, he was going to cut all ties with me and I was going to lose all the people who were now like family to me.
Weighing my options, I decided the best move was to make sure I wasn’t chosen to represent our team in the next rounds. I could make up an excuse not to go and stay in the city.
That was my only way out.
‘Go tell Lycan Xander then,’ Ciara urged. ‘Tell him you can’t make it and would like to drop out of the games. I’m sure he’ll understand.’ From her voice, I could tell that she hated the possibility of us returning to that pack just as much as I did, even if it was just for a short time.
I sighed as I thought about Helen and how much I missed her. I would have loved to see her again, but going back to Moon crest pack was going to be a miscalculated risk and one I couldn’t take.
With that thought, I set out to find Lycan Xander and give him good enough reasons why I needed to drop out of the games.
After more than thirty minutes of searching, I finally found him, but to my dismay, he was standing with Lycan Tristan and Beta Isaac and it looked like they were deep in a conversation.
“Shit!” I muttered under my breath, changing course before any of them could see me, but unfortunately, Lycan Xander glanced up and his face lit up with a smile when he saw me.
“Ray!” he called out happily. “There you are! Lycan Tristan was just talking about your skills in the arena.”
Taking a deep breath in, I plastered a fake smile on my face and walked towards them, making sure I avoided Lycan Tristan’s eyes the best I could.
“I was trained by the best,” I answered as I came to a stop beside Lycan Xander. “And learned from the best. Only the best is expected of me.”
Lycan Tristan scoffed. “It’s clear that you aren’t the best, Ray,” he said. “They are many other in your team that can do better than you and I’m sure even Lycan Xander can see that. I am hoping he puts this into consideration when he’s picking out your team’s representative.”
I glowered. I could tell he was trying to bait me but I wasn’t biting at it.
Easing my smile into a grin, I answered, “I’m sure that whatever choice Lycan Xander makes will be good for ‘his’ team.”
Lycan Xander nodded. “Besides, I don’t see any reason why Ray shouldn’t stand for our team in the next round. She’s one of the best and while she still needs to do a lot more, I have full confidence in her.”
I held myself from rolling my eyes. How could I tell him that I was going to drop out of the contest if he had so much faith and confidence in me, more than even I had for myself?
“I think you are overhyping this one, Lycan King,” Lycan Tristan continued. “She may be good, but I am sure you have far better fighters. The less skilled of my men can beat her in a duel –”
“Get ready to be proven wrong,” Lycan Xander said impatiently, cutting him off. I stiffened as a wave of anger rolled off Lycan Xander but then he pulled it back in, smoothing out his expression and forcing a smile on his face.
Lycan Tristan smiled. “I have never been wrong, Lycan King,” he said with a confidence that made me want to puke out my lunch.
I wanted to argue that he had never been right about me either, but I was too worried about how to sort out this mess than anything else.
I didn’t want to go back to the past which I thought I buried a long time ago.
Still, a part of me yearned to see Helen again. She was the only family I had left from that past and I longed to introduce the children to her. I knew she was going to love them the same way she loved me.
I wouldn’t be here if not for her and that was a blessing, I didn’t forget every single day.
I left as soon as I could, mumbling an excuse, I left them. While I walked, I felt Lycan Tristan’s stare on my back but I ignored it.
Most importantly, I wanted to prove to him that I wasn’t the same Reya he knew five years ago. The girl who would cry at his feet and worship him was gone. The woman I was now wasn’t going to take anything lightly.
Even if I was going back to that pack, it was going to be on my own terms and not because I was trying to prove anything to him. I was my own woman now and it was all thanks to him.
I was in my room in the next minute and began packing my things. If I didn’t manage to convince Lycan Xander to let me drop out of the games in the next three days, then I was going back to my past whether I liked it or not.
And I wasn’t sure how I felt about it.
Reya’s POV"Do it."My voice didn’t tremble. My hands didn’t shake. But deep inside, something primal writhed.The circle was drawn in my own blood—ancient symbols carved with a silver dagger on the forest floor. The trees held their breath. The wind refused to move. Even the moon watched in silence.Lydia stepped back, her hands soaked in runes and ash. "You understand what this means. Once done, there is no going back.""That’s the point."My heartbeat thundered. Not from fear, but anticipation. Freedom dangled on the edge of a blade."Begin," I said.Lydia's voice turned guttural, possessed. "By oath unbound, by bond undone, by moon forsaken and blood outrun—I summon the severance."I dropped to my knees inside the circle.Pain.Not physical, not yet. But my wolf howled the moment the spell brushed our shared soul."Reya, something's wrong," she whimpered. "He’s still inside us…his scent, his touch. We’re still bound!""Not for long."I reached into the satchel beside me and pulled
Tristan's POV"Rewind it again. Slower this time."The security room was ice-cold, but sweat clung to my skin. My jaw locked; fists clenched at my sides as I stared at the screen replaying the same ten seconds. Again. And again.Reya.The footage had been recovered from a rogue outpost—now a graveyard. Cameras cracked and bloodstained, but still functional enough to capture what I should never have seen.Her.A crimson blur ripped through the screen like divine fury. Eyes glowing molten gold. Her wolf form—towering, silver, and untethered—tore through men like paper. Her scream shattered the surveillance audio, but it wasn’t just rage.It was grief.She was there for a child. Our child."Sir," Beta Isaac said quietly. "That was a one-woman raid. No backup. She stormed a fortified rogue den alone."I turned slowly to him. My voice rasped. "She got Luis back?"Isaac nodded. "Every rogue inside was slaughtered. No survivors. They're calling her 'Blood Moon' now. Even the Lycan High Guard
Reya’s POV"I didn’t choose this war," I whispered as the weight of two kingdoms threatened to collapse on my shoulders, "but I’ll end it on my terms."The court was packed.Cameras hovered like vultures. Fae advisors stood stoic, Lycan generals loomed silent, and the crowd of both Mooncrest and Riverdale wolves—separated by invisible lines of hatred—buzzed with tension.And there they were.Lycan Xander of Mooncrest, my protector, my declared king, standing in full ceremonial armor, a golden crown woven with runes that pulsed with ancient power. Beside him, Alpha Tristan Price—my former mate, my past, my pain—radiating raw dominance, every inch of him carved in regret and unspoken fire.My twins, Pearl and Luis, sat behind me. Pearl's golden eyes glowed like Tristan’s. Luis tapped his claws nervously—claws that were far too advanced for his age.The court knew.They all knew.And so did the magic. It thrummed through the air, ready to snap. This wasn’t just a battle for territory. It
Reya’s POV "There is no quiet tonight." My voice was ice. I stepped forward alone."Reya!""If they ever take my child again," I said. "There will be no mercy."Before he could argue, I shifted. My bones cracked and reshaped, faster than a blink. Midnight fur, pulsing crimson streaks down my spine. My eyes flared white.The Blood Moon rose with me.The guards didn’t see me coming.I tore through the front gate like parchment. My claws sliced through armor, muscle, and bone. Screams echoed into the night. The rogues scattered like rats."IT'S HER! THE LUNA! THE BLOOD MOON!""SHOOT HER!"Arrows? Pitiful.They bounced off my hide like twigs. I leapt to the second level, grabbed a rogue by the throat, and slammed him into the wall hard enough to splinter itI let my claws do the talking.I exploded through the stone wall. Magic flared up around me, but I let it burn. My rage was hotter.Six guards. All armed."FIRE!"Silver rounds. They stung. I snarled, felt the poison coil in my veins—
Reya’s POV The scream ripped through the command tent before I even registered the smell of blood."Luis!" I bolted out the flap, heart slamming, instincts clawing to the surface.Chaos. Warriors shouting. A Lycan guard slumped against the wall, throat slit. Blood soaking the ground. My daughter's cries pierced the air from the safehouse nearby.But Luis was gone."What the hell happened?!" I roared.Xander appeared at my side, eyes wild. "Reya... it's Chloe. She took him. Disguised herself as a medic. Slipped right past our guards.""No. No, no, NO!"The world tilted. My knees nearly buckled.I felt it. The bond. My connection to my son. Distant. Flickering."Track her," I snapped. "Now."A scout stumbled forward, holding a bloodied cloth. Luis's blanket. My wolf thrashed inside me, howling for blood. For vengeance. For my child.Lycan Xander’s voice was tight. "We picked up her trail heading east. Toward the Alpha Wyvern borderlands."Of course. Chloe wouldn’t take him to Tristan.
Reya’s POV"It’s spreading like wildfire," Lydia muttered, her fingers twitching at the hilt of her dagger. "Three packs have already sent envoys to confirm the rumors."Rumors. Lies wrapped in truth, bleeding into every crevice of our world. The Luna who lived. The traitor. The ghost. Me.I stood at the center of the Lycan guard’s courtyard, my chest heaving with rage and confusion as warriors dropped to their knees before me. Recognition burned in their eyes—some in awe, others in fear.Xander’s voice cut through the air like a whip. "Get them up. We bow to no myths. We fight beside legends."But even his commanding tone couldn’t stamp out what had already taken root.My name.My title.My return."They know," I whispered, barely recognizing my own voice. "He knows."Xander gave me a grim look. "Tristan won’t let this stand."RIVERDALE PACK – TRISTAN"It’s a damn lie!" Tristan’s voice thundered through the council chamber, making the glass chandeliers tremble. "She’s dead. I buried