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“I told you not to fight him. Now you know why. You learned it the hard way.” Jax didn’t answer, but his body shook violently as something within him was changing. After that, a dark fire covered his whole body, making him scream in pain. My father tried to hold him, but the fire burned his hand and pushed him twenty feet away. Jax stood up from the wet grass, holding his head in agony. I watched him as he transformed into a more horrendous being. The muscle in his body grew bigger and the skin color turned black. The dark fire moved and stayed on his head. In his forehead, a bloodshot eye appeared.

The attire covers almost my entire body. I took a deep breath, then unbuttoned the front of my shirt. One by one they were all open, then I took them all off until they fell to the floor. There, I was surprised by something I didn't expect. My breathing became heavier as I groped my right chest. “How come there's… nothing? There's nothing. I don't have the mark...?" **This is the end of Season 1 of The Forsaken Luna's Burning Love. Thank you for riding this story together. Hope you all enjoy it to the fullest. Look forward to the continuation of their story in the next season.**

Now he was out of reach. I no longer loved him as an innocent child. He had changed into something else, something I couldn't even begin to understand. A council of gods watched above in the broken sky, silent and motionless, their eyes gleaming with old strength. The Forgotten Gods were the ones who had long ago banished themselves to the Hollow World. Their faces were difficult to distinguish because they had ethereal, changing features that resembled water reflections. They were no longer idle observers, but they had been silent before. I could sense their presence, each of them standing tall like towering shadows in the sky. Their eyes were trained on the child—my son—as he floated above

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The silence was a bit uncomfortable at first, and I didn’t even realize I’d spoken out loud when I said they’ve always hated me and I’ll never be good enough. Easton reached over and grabbed my hand, and I could feel his worry and confusion, so I knew he could feel my emotions already. ‘How does this person I barely know already seem to care more than my own parents?’ I think to myself. Kyra pipes up, ‘Because our mate is perfect and was created for us by the moon goddess. Our parents are just stupid.’

The cut-off sleeves exposed her shoulders, framing her delicate, heart-shaped face and emphasizing the striking beauty of her features. Haven's makeup, though still dark, had been transformed into a masterpiece of elegance and sophistication. The shimmery hues danced across her skin, lending an air of mystique to her already enigmatic presence. But it was the tattoos on her forearms that truly caught my attention. The intricate patterns depicted the four elements. Earth, Air, Fire, and Water, in perfect harmony, as if the very essence of nature had been distilled into these delicate, swirling designs. The elements were intertwined in vines, a symbol of the balance and unity that the Forsaken

I order my men and walk forward. Now, everyone has to be more careful than ever. The Guardians won't make it easy for us to get closer, let alone close enough to get the kid. I'm sure they have no idea who they are playing with. The bastards are trying to play the game I invented. They're going down- all of them. As soon as I'm done with those who kidnapped my son, I'll go to their damn tombs and burn everything down to ashes. *** Kaven pov I spit out another glob of blood. No matter how long they beat me up and torture me, I'll do anything to spite them. That's why I don't spit out my blood until it reminds me of jelly.

I whispered to my child softly, murmuring promises I wasn’t sure I could keep, yet hoped I would: “You’ll live, we’ll live, my sweet baby. I swear it, I promise. No one will take you from me-not him, not anyone, I’ll fight forever if I have to.” The figure guiding me paused at the gate, glancing back. Their expression was unreadable, sharp, commanding-but there was acknowledgment there too; a recognition of the struggle, the defiance, the desperation that had carried me alive through nine months of running. With one last heave of effort, I crossed the threshold. The walls of the Black Fur Pack’s territory loomed over me, not as a prison as Ironhaven, but as a shield - Shadow Fang. My legs bu

returned from shadow-walks smelling of nothing absent, scrubbed from existence and only partially restored. I tore through the final shelf in the archive with desperate fingers, scrolls cascading to stone. My torch flickered, throwing wild shadows. Then I found it: ancient scrolls bound in flesh-string. The parchment crackled like dry leaves as I unfurled them, forgotten language spilling across the surface like dried blood. "Realm of the Forsaken," I whispered. A cursed dimension where guardian spirits who broke their oaths were cast, starved of light, sealed with sorrow. I hesitated briefly. What mother would not risk damnation to save her children?

Fear. But today is different. Today, I’m dressed in silk instead of a white hospital gown. Today, my name is on a guest list I never thought I’d see again. The Luna Festival. My final obligation before I disappear for good. They say the goddess watches us on this night. I hope she sees me. I hope she knows… I tried. The Luna Festival is an annual celebration. A different pack hosts it each year, and tradition says no wolf can miss it more than seven times.