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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.

"Aria, please do not move too much." I turned at the familiar voice, my eyes glistening as I met the warm golden eyes of Elara, my tutor from years ago, the woman who had taught me everything I knew about healing. She looked older now, her red-streaked hair streaked with silver, but her eyes held the same warmth I remembered. "Where am I?" I asked, confused, looking around before the memories came flooding back. The courtroom, the accusations, the Lycan King. I looked around frantically, trying to find the king, but there was no sign of him. Just me and Elara. Yet I could smell his scent lingering in the air.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. The truth was right there, but fear tightened around my throat and swallowed it whole. And Damien… He hadn’t looked away once. His eyes were locked on me, sharp and unreadable. It felt like he could see through me. I was having a panic attack and I couldn't move. I wished I could disappear. After what felt like forever, I gave the smallest nod. It was all I could manage. The priest raised his arms high. “Then, by the ancient laws of the Lycan bloodline, I now pronounce you mates. May the Moon Goddess bless your union.”

Bianca said. Patrick nodded. “He made this personal. He came for our Luna.” “He did,” Alpha Ian responded, voice rough. He sounded close to tears, and now I was the one who wanted to comfort him. “I have a question that might sound strange,” I said. “Ask away,” Dominic said, and I felt a sense of trepidation. “Could it be that… is it possible that we have a Time-lock amongst us... in the supernatural community I mean,” I said. I wasn’t surprised that they were all looking at me strangely.

Their faces showed their thoughts – they were terrified of Prince Griffin. “Today, every last one of you will pay for insulting the Lycan Luna,” he told them, his voice carrying the weight of a death sentence. “Lycan Luna?!” The rogues broke out into exasperated exclamations. “She’s the Luna?!” “We didn’t know! We were just following orders—please, have mercy!” The rogues pleaded frantically, their faces pale with fear. But Griffin’s expression didn’t waver. He ignored their cries and walked back to my side.