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They straightened. “We—the daughters, the sisters, the mates—have held this kingdom together with quiet hands We’ve protected it in silence. But silence is no longer our place.” I took a breath. My voice rose. “The Lunar Guard is not a symbol of rebellion. It is a symbol of balance. Of choice. Of truth. You are not here because you were forced. You are here because you chose to stand. You chose to fight for a future that sees you.” The wind caught the banner behind me again.

Mike tried to retaliate, pushing Brendon away and throwing a punch, but Brendon caught his hand and held it tightly. "I guess I have forgotten who you where brendon, what can a little boy like me do? How can I think of standing in front of a mafia boss and think of punching him, but I'm sure you won't see me as a kid when I expose you you are to your so called Luna"He scoffed through gritted teeth. I watched as Brendon's eyes narrowed into slits, his pupils transforming into Red-like slits as they locked onto Mike. His fingers twitched and then curled into claws, tendons straining in his taut arms.

Ray let out a guttural roar, stumbling back as blood stained his white commander's tunic. "Retreat!" Ray bellowed, his eyes locked onto mine with a look of agonizing confusion. "Vanessa, stop! Lena told you what?" I didn't answer. I watched them scramble away into the treeline, their pride in tatters. But as the adrenaline faded, a cold shiver washed over me. My daughter, Emily, was safe in the bunker, but the look on Ray’s face wasn't one of guilt. It was horror. "Luna," Beta Marcus approached, his face grim. "We captured one of their stragglers. He's carrying a locket."

However, based on the footage that they got from the cameras on the cars, there were more than a dozen enemies, and all of them were armed with silver bullets coated by the moon herb. “Gio, three of them were wolves and two of them were human. None of them even reached the age of thirty and they’re dead. They died protecting me,” she said as he saw her eyes turn a bit red. He wasn’t sure if it was from the tears that were trying to get out, or if it was from the rage building inside of her. “Sotto Capo Anastacia Pantazis, shut the hell up!” Anastagio announced in a booming voice that made Ana feel like the room shook for a split second.

“They’re preparing to move resources and move out of to another location. They’ll be vulnerable and unprepared. If we strike now, we hit hard, wipe them out before they even know what’s coming.” He took a step forward, his eyes burning with the same fire I felt in my own chest. I understand why. After all we faced the same trauma. Watching both our families die in front of our eyes. He may not always show it, but he was just as angry and Blox intent as I was. "Say the word, Ryan, and we end this." Trevor said, I could feel the weight of his voice. He was thirsty for blood, for revenge. The soldiers didn’t move, but I felt their anticipation.

Even though he's been trying to take a particular part of my pack, he ended up promising he wasn't going to start any issues since we already have an understanding, so I'm surprised to hear this. The Blue Moon Pack has always had something against us, and that is because we're able to secure more lands for the Pack. That made him think we took some parts of his before creating our boundary. Now he's been trying everything possible to make sure he takes some particular land from us, which I am totally against. When we won the last war, we had a mutual understanding that he was not going to tamper with anything that belongs to this pack; now, all of a sudden, he's going back on his promise. Th

Lady Karheel showed me the light, Alastair, too, and I know many people would come into my life as well. I was lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice Alastair has stopped walking. He held my arm and pulled me on his back. “Alastair?” “Shh...” “What's wrong? What's happened—” I was cut off short with a loud howl. I flinched. Alastair cursed under his breath. “F*ck. The rogues...” My widened eyes trembled in fear. Rogues... Rogues are untamed wolves. They crave blood and death. They kill anyone they want until their very last breath. They follow no one.

My heart jumped as I hurried to open it, half-expecting Hannah to have returned. Instead, a tall, broad-shouldered man stood before me. His sharp brown eyes studied me with cool detachment, and the faint scar running down the side of his jaw made him look even more intimidating. He wore the uniform of a Blackstone warrior, and the sheer dominance radiating from him told me he wasn’t just any guard. “Alpha Cade has summoned you,” he said. My breath hitched. Summoned? So soon? I forced my face into a mask of calm, even as my pulse thundered in my ears.

“What… happened to you?” His eye blinked and he looked down for a moment. The others seemed uncomfortable but he pulled out a familiar-looking talisman and handed it to her. It was a military talisman from the werewolf kingdom. The man was a soldier. She turned it over to read his name and the unit he’d been assigned to. “Noah… Jenkins,” she read and looked up at him. “Of the Fifty-First.” He nodded and took the talisman back. “You were… a part of one of Adolph’s platoons over the border…”

“The Full Moon is in two weeks. We don’t have much time.” “We can start tomorrow, Luna,” I said before turning to Gamma Brian. “I also hope to join the warriors in the morning. I’d like to take over a few of the training sessions.” Brian choked on his wine. “Absolutely not,” he snapped before softening his tone. “Traditionally, the Luna does not train with the men in the North Storm pack. The Gamma leads all training.” “We shall see,” I murmured, meeting his hostile gaze with a smile before returning to my meal.