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"It's my fault. I'm the root of your problems." "This has nothing to do with you," Ethan patted my back gently. "He's just too stubborn and clings to our old traditions. Don't worry. I won't let anyone hurt you. No one will ever dare treat you like that again." That night, Ethan gathered the core members of the pack and made my status unmistakably clear. "Clara is my Mate. She is the Luna Queen of this pack. Anyone who disrespects her disrespects me, and disrespects the Alpha King."

There was this uneasiness in my heart and a burn in my wound. “Erin White?” the receptionist calls my name. I got up from my place and went inside the office. As I open the door, a mixed fragrance of jasmine and woods strike my nostrils. It lightens my mood and anxiety. My gaze meets with a pair of angelic blue orbs that are shining like sun rays in water. “Hello, Erin! I am Light. How are you? Please take a seat.” he gestures to me to sit. “I am physically fine but mentally, a total mess.” I smiled slightly at him.

GAMMA DRAKE. I kept telling myself I was fine, but I knew I wasn’t. It felt like my heart was swept away by a tsunami, never to be seen again. A few days ago, I heard my warriors talking about the new doctor who entered the territory and how she could light up the area she walked in. I smacked their heads and laughed at them, telling them they should stop watching sappy movies with their girlfriends because they were getting sappier every time they saw a beautiful female.

One of the tripods turned its central eye toward the Hub, a red beam of concentrated heat beginning to glow in its iris. ​“You think you know the sun?” I challenged. My hair was floating in the electrical gale, snapping with sparks of pure energy. “I am the sun. I am the heart and the wildfire. I am the end of your cold logic. I am the reason the dark is afraid.” ​I did not fire a beam. I became a singularity. I pulled every stray spark of Silas’s grounding, every bit of friction from the falling ships, and every ounce of my own soul into a single point in front of my chest. Then, I threw it.

I command, my voice cutting clean through the chaos. My warriors obey instantly. They form a protective arc around me, blades flashing, teeth bared. A wolf lunges from the right—one of Keith’s chiefs—and is intercepted before he can reach me. My warrior tears out his throat with efficient brutality. The metallic scent of blood thickens the air. And beneath it— There. A pulse. Deep. Ancient. Calling to me. The Heart. My lycan stirs, her presence coiling through my mind like silver mist. Closer, she whispers, low and hungry. It beats for us.

She shakes her head. “The Sun Warriors are an organization of hunters that came about after the werewolf-human war. They used to hunt werewolves and were considered a threat,” I glance at the human in front of me, “to us,” I distinguish, motioning to myself, “until their leader vanished. They have since disappeared for all intents and purposes.” “They fought… for humans?” Amelia asks. I nod, watching as she processes my confirmation, wondering what’s going on inside her calculating mind. It should bother me, as her master, to know she’s always scheming. My brother’s constantly doing the same, and he is the bane of my existence.

I looked at the King, then at my mother, then at the man I loved. "Eryx, hold the King's focus," I commanded, my inner loba let out a roar that shook the Temple. "Mother, give me your hands." As I touched the Solar Heart, the world went white. The last thing I heard was the Frost-Walker King’s scream of terror as the sun finally rose from the depths of the earth.

His heart began beating erratically. Immediately he averted his eyes off her and focused on the full moon. She was saying something to him, but he could not focus on her voice. He was terrified of his heart that was whispering things to him which he didn't want to hear. He then felt her gaze on himself and tilted his head to catch her black eyes focused on his hair. His blonde strands had fallen on his forehead and were sweeping with the movement of wind. "You are a piece of art," she said in a low tone but her words were firm, emphasizing their meaning fully.

He was fast, someone has been training them but they won't know this and would think he is just an ordinary rogue wolf and would attack without thinking or planning. Thus I really need to control him before they come, let me not use men that would help me succeed my goal. The rogue wolf was quick to heal from my attack and this time he was rushing towards me, aiming towards my heart. I couldn't let that happen, as I would be dead if his poison reached my heart. Where is my inner wolf when I need her, I need her now if I wish to suffer. ROMAN POV. "Any news yet," an excited Xylah asked, for some reason she had been confined to her room and most times she slept, with me cuddling her.

Selene’s blood thrummed, her wolf coiled, and for the first time in her life, she welcomed the war coming to their doorstep. The Moon watched. And it had chosen its champion.