All Chapters of RISE OF THE WEAKEST WOLF: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The air in the council hall was cold.Too quiet, and Darius stood at the center of the room, arms crossed, eyes narrowed as the elders murmured among themselves. He hated being summoned like this—like a child called to explain himself.Elder Rowan finally cleared his throat. “Alpha Darius,” he began, voice heavy with authority. “We have gathered to discuss something of importance to the pack.”Darius didn’t flinch. “Then speak.”Elder Miren glanced at Rowan before stepping forward. “It concerns your… position. More specifically, your lack of a Luna.”Darius’s jaw tightened. “I don’t need a Luna.”“You do,” Rowan said, cutting in sharply. “The laws are clear. An Alpha cannot lead without balance. A Luna brings stability, unity, and politics."That’s what this is really about," said Darius. "You want someone sitting beside me to smile at your meetings and pretend everything is perfect.”Miren sighed. “It’s not just about appearances. The pack needs reassurance. With the rogues circling

Wayne was still leaning against the couch with flushed cheeks catching his breath. Darius stood a few steps away, frozen, guilt sitting heavy in his chest.He watched Wayne’s chest rise and fall, watched the exhaustion pull at his features, and the shame twisted even deeper.Wayne finally spoke, voice soft. “Darius talk to me.”Darius ran a hand through his hair. “I shouldn’t have touched you like that.”Wayne frowned. “I told you I wasn’t saying stop.”“That’s not the point,” Darius muttered. “I came to you because I was angry. Not because I wanted to.”Wayne looked down. That quiet hurt in his eyes made Darius feel like he’d been punched.Darius turned away, staring at the cracked table across the room. “The elders cornered me.”Wayne shifted. “About the Luna?”“Yeah.” Darius exhaled sharply. “They gave me a deadline.”Wayne’s brow furrowed. “What deadline?”Darius hesitated. It felt like dropping a bomb between them, but he had to say it.“The next full moon,” he said finally. “By

The Blood Moon should have risen days ago.Every prophecy, every calendar carved into the pack’s oldest stone slabs, all of them said the same thing: the Blood Moon never delays. And yet it hadn’t come.The sky hung in a strange stillness—clouds drifting too slowly, the air too thick, the nights too bright without the crimson glow that should have marked the Alpha’s sacred season. Wolves whispered in corners, even warriors trained with restless movements. And the forest seemed to breathe differently, as if waiting.Darius grew colder and more volatile, and Wayne looked more pale, shaken, and quiet. To the pack, none of it seemed normal, not with a delayed moon. Not with a Luna deadline approaching. Not with an Alpha already under scrutiny.The elders summoned Darius to the council chamber just after dawn.He didn’t want to go. He hadn’t slept in three nights, not since he watched Wayne curl into himself and whisper that he felt the same rejection eating him alive. Darius had barely l

Everyone in Bloodfang stood outside on the sacred hill, eyes fixed on the sky like they were waiting for a miracle. Elders in their long dark robes kept whispering to each other, moving nervously. Even the warriors were quiet with no training, waiting—waiting for the Blood Moon.Darius stood in front with folded hands and an unreadable expression. Wayne stayed behind the crowd, close enough to see him but far enough to avoid attention. The sky was normal and calm, a Silver moon sitting there like it wasn’t supposed to change.Astra stepped forward, her dress flowing like she thought this was her wedding day. Kael stood beside her, stubborn jaw clenched.One of the elders raised his staff. “Any moment now. The signs were clear.” But the way his voice shook didn’t convince anyone.Minutes passed. Then an hour, but there was nothing.Astra’s smile slowly dropped. Kael kept glancing at the sky, trying to force something to happen with his eyes.Wayne shifted uncomfortably. The wait was p

Ren stood at the edge of the ridge, arms folded across his chest with his eyes fixed on the park below The land was his. Every ridge, every path, and every tree answered to him.”Wolves moved through the clearing in practiced rhythm—two scouts circled the treeline, a small group sparred near the rocks, and the rest checked the borders where Bloodfang territory pressed too close for comfort. The air carried familiar scents of pine, damp earth, wolf, sweat. But control and order was stronger in the air.And that was how Ren liked it.“Western boundary’s clear,” his Beta, Ajex, said as he approached, stopping a respectful distance away. “No trespass or markers crossed.”Ren didn’t look at him. “And the north?”“Quiet. Too quiet.”Ren’s jaw tightened slightly. “Double patrols tonight.”Beta Ajax hesitated. “That’ll stretch us thin, Alpha.”Ren turned then, enough to let his gaze land.“Then they’ll learn endurance,” he said. “I won’t have Bloodfang thinking this land is unguarded.”The B