Violet's Vengeance: The Rise of The Fallen Luna

I was 15 years old when it all came down at the Bloody Moon Ground. 

Blessed with my mother’s beauty and my father’s courage by the Moon Goddess, I was the daughter of the former alpha who was murder there in a territory war. 

So I took control when my parents died. 

I kept my amethyst eyes fixed on my goal: to reestablish my pack’s dominance and avenge the death of those who had given me life.

I was able to do the first part and by my 20 years I was a successful Alpha.

But the same eyes that gave me my name, Violet, would also come to witness a destiny I never imagined I’d have.

How? Well… if I told you that my father’s killer was my mate’s father, would you believe me?

Neither would I, at least not if someone had told me that two years ago, when all I could think about was how I was going to take Roamur’s life, the alpha who had murdered my father, and take revenge.

Who would have thought that I’d be here today, half-naked, lying in Rayan’s room, Roamur’s son, after our bonding ceremony? 

My body covered with his scent after he filled me with his seed all night,

But don’t be fooled: it wasn’t of my own free will. In truth, it was through deception, manipulation, and torture that I ended up here.

For you to understand what happened, we need to go back in time.

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Two years earlier.

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“Violet, things are getting complicated in the east.” The woman with hair as red as fire said as she entered the room with unusual urgency in her voice.

That was Lyun, my best friend and second-in-command.

“What now?” I replied, leaning back in my chair and stopping sharpening my knife. “I just came back from a mission, I really don’t have the energy for this”

“I know, that’s why I came here.” Lyun came closer and sat down in front of me. “If it wasn’t important, I would’ve handled it myself.”

I sighed, massaging my temples. In fact, she didn’t usually bother me with trivial matters. If she said something was complicated, then it really was.

“Alright, what happened?” I asked, resting my hands on the table and intertwining my fingers.

“The Karin broke through our dam and are about to take control of the eastern area.” She said.

“What?!” I asked, incredulous.

The Karin were our main enemy. Their pack had been trying to take our side of the map for years.

They wanted to be the only and true powerful pack on that side of Romênia.

Besides, if our problems were limited to domain disputes, that would already be bad enough, but it was more than that.

The current leader of the Karin, Roamur, was the being I despised most on Earth: it had been he who, in his wolf form, had torn my father’s throat with his claws and hung his body atop a banner during the Battle of the Blood Moon Field.

I remember the scene well: the Karin wolves howling in celebration, him pacing back and forth with his fur drenched in blood, and me, being dragged away by Howard, my father’s most loyal warrior.

Howard handed me over to his daughter, Lyun, and made her promise to take me back to the pack house. 

Then, he ran back into battle to help my mother, who was charging on four legs, overcome with a guttural, desperate fury, heading straight for Roamur.

That was the last time she and I saw him. That day, Lyun and I lost our parents.

“But there’s a chance: if we act now, an ambush is possible.” Lyun declared with seriousness. 

She wanted to end Roamur as much as I did, so it was natural she already had a plan.

I took a deep breath. 

This wasn’t good. I didn’t like acting unprepared; I needed time to think, but that wasn’t always possible. 

Without much time to analyze, I decided to follow Lyun’s advice.

“Alright, what do you suggest?” I asked

“They’re meeting tonight by the Rubro Lake. If we take down at least the group that’ll be there, they’ll feel the shock and be forced to retreat.” She replied leaning foward.

I looked away, thoughtful. It was a good plan, and even if they didn’t retreat, reducing enemy numbers was always welcome.

The Rubro Lake was a region I knew well. It wasn’t usually known for holding combats, It was more for negotiation. It made sense they met there.

“How did you get this information?” I asked, curious.

“I have someone inside Karin's domain. He’s being well paid.. with my p*ssy.” She replied with a giggle. 

I started to laugh too. I would trust my life to Lyun, just as her father had before.

“Good. Then, gather the quietest ones. We don’t need warriors for this attack, just assassins. Thirty minutes after the sunset, come get me. I’ll be ready.” I ordered with the certainty of being obeyed that only an alpha has.

Lyun nodded and left the room. The rest of the day went on normally, but when the night came, cold and dark, I felt something pulse in my chest, a different feeling. 

It wasn’t fear, I was used to missions like this. It wasn’t excitement either, I knew Roamur wouldn’t be there. It was… anguish?

A kind of exotic anguish still unknown to me. 

Looking back, I should have listened to my instinct. My father always told me to trust what the Goddess said to my heart, but I guess I deserved what came for not following his advice.

There were four more with us, six counting me and Lyun. “Me and Lyun will go on the left side, where they should be. Two watch here and two go on the right. Howl If anything happens.” I ordered after lining up the formation.

We walked carefully, Lyun going with me in front, guiding the way as she already knew it.

Until she stopped and turned after passing by an enormous tree, disappearing. 

“Lyun” I whispered as loudly as I could. 

I followed her and reached the same tree, but there was nothing there.

That’s when I felt a searing pain at the back of my neck — someone had struck me with full force.

I felt my knees buckle and brought my hand to the back of my head, feeling the stickiness of blood. Before my world went completely dark, I saw two black boots walk up and stop in front of me.

I raised my eyes, following the body that looked more like a wall until I reached his face.

It was him. 

Rayan Karin stood before me, holding a bloodstained baseball bat. His cynical smile was the last thing I saw before losing consciousness.

Even in those brief moments, I already knew my life was about to change for the worse, but I never could have imagined just how much worse it would become.