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Silas asked, his curiosity piqued. “They might need her for a ritual. But whoever took her definitely possesses magic. I’ll give you an antidote to drink; their magic won’t work on you if you manage to get there, but you’ll still encounter all that I told you about,” Bryan explained. There was a moment of silence before he continued, “Most who have journeyed to the Blackwood Forest never made it back, Silas. Can you do this?” “I am not weak, and you know that. I’m the son of King Nico. We are called Lycans for a reason. I can do it,” Silas responded sharply. A proud smile curved Bryan’s lip.

He said it keeps him fit. The man leans forward and says with a sly grin, “Well, you are from Liddicoat, so you still don’t know, but the Lycan king has been traveling for the past two years to search for his Lost Luna. You know, that plain-looking woman with massive magic and insane, god-like skills.” “What woman?” I ask, pretending not to know. “Luna Serra Lore-Dunkerson. Although, she’s Mage Serra now if she’s still alive. You might have difficulty earning the Lycan king’s love if he is still searching for his Lost Luna.”

I said, my voice carrying clearly to every corner of the courtyard, "you rejected me when I was at my weakest and most vulnerable. You chose to believe comfortable lies over inconvenient love. You discarded your mate like she was nothing more than an obstacle to your ambitions." His head bowed even lower in shame. I stepped forward and spoke the ritual words he had once used to shatter my entire world, but now they carried the power of my own choice, my own strength. "I, Luna Blackwood, rightful Lycan Queen of the ancient bloodline, formally reject you, Marcus Steele, as my mate. You had your chance to choose love over politics, truth over convenience. You failed that test." A sound like bre

I thought about it and carefully searched for the right industry for Essel. Soon, it was late at night. I washed up and went to bed. It was quiet and peaceful outside the window. I soon fell into a deep sleep. Vaguely, I felt as if I had a dream, but a dream so real that I wondered if it was a vision. In the darkness, a gasp sounded. The screams of the woman beneath me kept stirring my most primal instincts. I seemed drunk. My wolf kept telling me that she was my Luna, my destined lover. That's why I didn't hesitate to get closer to her.

“I am fine. Clive has nearly removed all the drugs. It has just left him a little weak. Yes, I felt the pain that my Luna was going through, even though not as bad as you. When I felt you send some of your energy to her, I sent some of mine to you, wanting to help my Luna... May I ask what happened? Is she really okay?” “She is fine. She is strong. She is a fighter. Unfortunately, I didn’t get a chance to help her through more than one shift into her Lycans wolf, and that was the night of the full moon…” “But that pain was more than just a shift, even for a second…”

He looked sad and wronged as if I had accused him of doing something terrible. “My destiny is to be Kyson’s mate. You must be deluding yourself if you think otherwise. You must want me back because you knew I had changed and become stronger, right? You want me to help you during the war? Dream on! I am the Lycan’s Luna. I won't betray my mate!” I sneered. Both Andre and Rose looked at me as if I was a crazy person sprouting nonsense before they let out boisterous laughter. “Oh, child. You are so naive. You are indeed stronger than we imagined. But everything that happened to you was within our plan,” Rose laughed evilly, shattering the image of a beautiful witch.

But the champion, lost in his own hubris, mistook their reaction as admiration for his supposed dominance. As he basked in the fleeting glory of his perceived triumph, Agnes seized the opportunity to further tip the scales in my favor. Once again, she chanted a spell, her words echoing with power and purpose, “Potentia Lycanum Reviviscentia!” The heavens responded to her call, and the once-clear sky darkened, clouds swirling ominously above. I could feel the surge of energy coursing through my veins, an infusion of strength drawn from my lycan state.

He started and added shakily, “We all know the rebels have a way of turning any werewolf they scratch into one of them, and we are not as strong as the Lycans.” Grunts of agreement resonated through the hall, forcing Rexton to provide an answer. “Yes, we are sadly weaker than the Lycans, but even the Lycans didn’t defeat the witches until our very own Dr. Nicola performed a miracle with the Lycan Princess, your very own Luna.” D-Did he just refer to her… Seraphina as the Luna? That was my title! Not his to throw around and give to that bitch! “And I can assure you that they are currently making that same magic, and we will win this war.”

“Like… a real king?” His silver eyes glowed and they looked sad and angry at the same time. “The last Lycan King,” he said. “I remember my family. My pack. And the night Selene cursed me.” His voice dropped lower, rougher. “She didn’t just take my crown. She took me. She wanted to erase me like I never existed.” “That’s horrible,” I whispered, holding on to my pendant. It was so hot it almost burned me. I wondered why it always burned me for a second.

Bunch of idiots. They attacked her. They’re digging their graves. Luna’s POV: As expected, they didn’t listen to me. My eyes turned red. I must end this in a short time, my body wants to rest. These omega vampires attacked me simultaneously, but I’m not Luna if they could kill me in an instant. With one swift move, I ripped their chest. I looked at my father. “What’s this mess!?”- Miss Lucia exclaimed. I stared at her and smiled.