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Messy colors. Simple. Innocent. Yet my hands immediately began trembling. Because four figures were standing beneath a giant silver moon. Four. Not three. Four. The first figure was easy to recognize. King Alaric. Silver crown. Silver eyes. Massive smile. Grandfather. Written beneath him. The second figure made my chest tighten. Elara. Beautiful even in a child's sketch. A silver dress. A crown. Mother. Written beneath her. The third figure was Leo himself.

Before I can say anything, Aurelian takes the chalice. “I, Tobias Cade Walsh pledge my loyalty, my service, and my life to you Alpha Darius Colt Barnett, and to you Alpha Luna Diamond Joy Stone.” Aurelian says in his deep, husky voice. He sips from the chalice, and he drops to the ground, grabbing his head. A muffled groan escapes him. I crouch down to help him.

“Arthur, he is a Sterling through and through. He has the tongue of a prosecutor.” “I’m a Leo!,” the boy snapped, crossing his arms. “And I don't like your tie. The silk is a low-density weave. It’s beneath your station.” “I shall have my tailor executed at dawn,” Alaric promised, his eyes dancing with amusement. “And who is this beautiful creature?” Alaric turned his focus to Luna.

Bringing her back to this moment as the event with JK and his warning just pass to her mind, she is in a stance to fight and defend, asking again. “I said, who are you?” With the chimera’s image of a half-dragon, it smiles towards her as it presents in front of her the neon illuminated cards of seven as it slowly and one by one faces front towards her reading the arcana’s names. “The fool, the magician, the high priestess, the hierophant, the chariot, strength, the hermit. You are the fool, Alliah.” Ending her statement with the tick of warning towards her name, she is somewhat taken breathless as the familiar cards signs a warning and even more unto her.

Everyone turned toward the direction of the voice, and there stood the one person no one had expected. Elyon! As Alex gazed at the Moon Shine Alpha, he struggled to prevent his wolf from shifting completely. Xan emitted a threatening growl, wanted to go for Elyon's head and shred him into pieces. Although Alex managed to control his wolf somewhat, he couldn't stop it from partially transforming. The first signs of fur began emerging on his skin, his eyes shifted to blood red, and claws extended.

“If you touch her, I’ll do far more than just kill you.” A promise. A death sentence. “Look at that. So this human is your weakness, Alpha?” the enemy mocked, a cruel smile on his lips. “Who would’ve thought a man who killed his own brother would care for someone.” “Even predators have their favorite prey,” the sorcerer said, amused, sizing me up from head to toe. He frowned. “You called her human?” “Yes,” the other replied, wrinkling his nose. “She reeks of human flesh.”

I said, pointing to the object partially buried in the earth. She stepped closer, her eyes widening. “What… is that?” “It’s an old tub,” I explained, moving to stand beside her. “Made entirely of precious stones.” She crouched down, brushing dirt from the smooth surface. The stones shimmered faintly, catching the dim light. Lyra’s fingers traced the bold lettering carved into the side, and she read it aloud. “‘Only for the Alpha and the Luna of the pack.’” Her voice was filled with wonder. “This… this is incredible.”

Inside, among a few bound ledgers and a metal box, lay a roll of parchment tied with a familiar thin black ribbon. My pulse stuttered. I slid it out carefully and laid it on the desk. The ribbon came off with a small tug. The parchment unfurled. There it was. My life is in ink. Names. Dates. The neat, impersonal language of law. Lucian Black, Alpha of Blackmoon Pack. Aria Hale, daughter of Victor Hale. Conditions of alliance. Consent of parties (how easily ink lied). I skimmed the opening paragraphs—words I’d seen a version of before.

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i

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.