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I teased and he paused, taking the knife and twisting it a little only for it to wobble at his finger tips. “You’re so rigid my lord” I said with laughter, covering my mouth as my eyes pooled with tears of false joy. “It isn’t real” I said again when he stared at me and back at the knife. “But what you had just said..it’s…” “All a joke, do you think a mortal like me could kill you?” I asked softly, lifting the hood of my cloak to really reveal my face under the night’s sky. “Hello, I’m Alora, Alora Felmstone” I stretched forth my hand in anticipation but he looked at my hand with disdain.

Familiar. Ghosts. Some wore armor. Others robes. Their faces were blurred, as if time had forgotten their names—but one stepped forward. Tall. Dark hair. Cloak torn. My breath caught in my chest. “...Alaric?” But it wasn’t him. The ghost shook his head solemnly. His lips didn’t move, but his voice echoed in my skull like wind against a bell. “He is not here. But he lives.” I gasped. Damian moved beside me, grabbing my shoulder as if to hold me to the world. “What did it say?”

Immediately our eyes met, he quickly dropped his eyes to the floor. I moved closer to him and put an arm around his shoulders, tilted his head up and forced him to look up at me. “My name is Alora, and I am not the Luna of any pack. I am human” His eyes widened. “No, you’re not human Luna, I could feel it the moment you were brought in, and I’m sure Alpha will regret his decision very soon”, he replied. I shook my head and moved away from him. I didn’t know what was in the water in this part of the world, but they were really freaking me out.

He was larger than life, every inch of him carved with confidence and restrained strength. He approached me slowly. My breath caught when his hand lifted, rough fingers brushing the side of my face. I didn’t mean to, but I leaned into his touch, drawn by some invisible force I didn’t understand. His palm was warm, grounding, gentle in a way that undid me. “How do you feel?” he asked softly. “Better now?” “Yes,” I whispered, voice trembling. “I am. Thank you—” He interrupted smoothly, a faint smile touching his lips. “Of course, how rude of me. I’m Alaric Warren Knight, the Alpha King of Ernysia.”

Faye stammered trying to search for the right words to say. “Cat cut your tongue?!.” Alora asked. Zemia smirked and pulled her close when he saw Faye's eyes darkened. “You have an Alpha aura!. What are you, a Lycan ?!.” Zemias brother said. “I am Alora and for what I am I would rather keep that to myself!.” Alora replied and leaned on Zemia. “Well I am Loki!.” He said. “Nice to meet you!.” Alora replied. The rest of them kept calm studying Alora.

Logan looked like a kid in a candy store. I wished I could hear what Kane’s answers would be as I had the same questions in mind. Logan’s smile got wider as he listened to his alpha talking through the mind link. “Luna, his name is Alaric, doesn’t he look magnificent?” he was right Alaric was majestic, he looked like a royal wolf with his shiny black coat. “He looks like a king.”

I hissed in danger when I saw Alpha's familiar face had trapped me into this disgusting place, and now he was standing in front of me. The Alpha was named Alaric Damian. His tall and big body stood upright with his handsome face looking at me arrogantly. On his lips was embedded a big cigarette with smoke billowing in the air. Behind his body was a red-eyed wolf who looked at me with a hungry look. My body got goosebumps as Alpha Alaric grinned and pressed me down with Alpha's pheromone. My animal instincts were certainly so scared that the wolf in my body ran into the darkest corner.

Khalid arrived with the car at the same time. “You've prophesied quite a number of times in just three months and I can't even remember them.” I sighed. “Who's here, Thalos?” “The ruin or the salvation of the wolf world. She's here.” He said, and I felt a chill run down my spine as I remembered the exact prophecy. “THE FACELESS LUNA IS HERE.”

“And he knows her name?” Altheya turned slowly to Liora. “He doesn’t just know her name. He marked her soul.” A flash of memory surged in Liora’s mind, A dream she’d once had as a child, A man with no face whispering to her in a voice made of thunder: “When all else falls, you will belong to me.” “I thought it was just a nightmare,” she whispered. Aria gripped her hand. “It was never a dream. It was a claim.”

Of course, Rael and his human had been hunting and not conscious of where they’d been heading, until the old wolf felt the chill in the air. Malakar’s appearance was as twisted as his mind. His back hunched unnaturally, and a wicked smile curled at his cracked lips as his eyes, glinting with a mix of cunning and malevolence, met the old alpha’s gaze. “You’re punctual, Varian,” Malakar croaked, his voice dripping with a false cordiality that belied the calculating mind behind it. He was near the last of his arcane ability and this old man was his last option. “Call me Malakar.”