Novel & Cerita The Four Horsemen Laura Thalassa

He was unsure if he had heard her right. “Your mate!” he glared right at the alpha as he spoke. Abigail nodded her head and rushed over to Jacob the second she spotted him. “How is this possible that the moon goddess would bless you, the Alpha, with not only one mate, but two?” Antonio demanded to know. Jacob pushed Abigal off him in disgust. “King Lycan.” Jacob bowed to him.

It was a terrifying moment. “Freya…what if, in this case, my dream didn’t come as a warning to be alert? What if it was already happening while I slept? What if I wasn’t meant to do anything to intervene?” I asked with a cracked voice. Before she could respond, we heard Tessa’s shout from the far end of the village. “Luna! Come quickly, you need to see this for yourself!” We dropped everything we were doing and ran off to meet her. She was standing with her arms crossed by the remnants of the chapel. By the side, a strange symbol was burning into the altar.

​"...black witchcraft sect... a life of equal value..." ​I kicked the door off its hinges without knocking. ​Thalia stood in the center of the room, holding a letter with trembling fingers. Her skin was deathly pale, but her jaw was locked tight—the same frozen mask she had worn since the night she uncovered that journal. ​"What is that?" I hissed. ​Thalia looked up, her eyes meeting mine with that familiar, searing hatred—the same hatred that had never truly faded since she learned who I was. But beneath it, this time, was something else. A flicker of terror she was struggling to bury.

“Nothing about her awakening followed your expectations.” Kael had spent centuries trying to contain something that was never truly gone. And now everything he buried was clawing its way back to the surface. The bond pulsed harder. Another memory crashed into me before I could prepare for it. This time it stayed. I stood beneath a crimson sky surrounded by ancient stone pillars glowing with silver markings. Massive crowds filled the space below while wolves knelt in endless rows before us. The creature rested behind the throne, enormous wings folded carefully around the platform like a guardian watching over its rulers.

Her flat voice reminded me of the ups and downs my late mother went through before her demise. "This pack is for wolves and not humans. I don't know why you have not been eliminated but it's only a matter of time. We shall get the right Luna in place. Yeah... Very soon and she's just yards away," she continued. My subconscious mind went back to Anastacia... I gazed at her from the corner of my eyes. I gnawed my teeth as anger boiled inside me. For the few minutes we stared at each, l restrained myself from bouncing on her with kicks and blows.

Jenna cried out, her voice high with panic. "Get your filthy hands off her!" Tasha shrieked, shoving past racks of dresses toward us. I almost smirked in triumph… backup. But Laura didn’t even spare them a glance. Instead, she unleashed her aura. It hit the room like an explosion… a thick, crushing, suffocating tidal wave that obliterated everything in its path. I watched, wide-eyed and gasping, as Jenna and Tasha were flattened mid-step, falling to their knees with audible gasps, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

The soft scent of moonflowers wafted from their direction, reminiscent of lunar nights. His human mother, Laura and Alexander from the capital sat poised, their elegant attire a testament to their stature. The subtle sheen of Laura's silver hair caught Tristan's eye, while Alexander's firm handshake still resonated in his memory. Athena, Tristan's mate, shone radiant at the front seat. Her raven hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night, framing her luminous complexion. Her eyes, bright as starlight, sparkled with pride. Lucas, Elara, and Eira from Dominion Pack flanked her, their robust presence a testament to their unwavering loyalty.

Torches ignited, and the culvert erupted in a maelstrom of fire, consuming the stone until only smoldering embers remained. "They will return," Hale stated. "This was merely the initial assault." Lucian's wolf form inclined towards her, offering comfort. She gently placed her hand upon her abdomen. The triplets responded with energetic movements, vibrant signs of life. However, the witch's chilling pronouncements echoed within her mind: Doors open. A shadow shifted above. Elder Marros stood at the rampart, observing. His expression was unreadable, his demeanor overly composed and calm. Talia's eyes narrowed.

“You’re very loyal, Lyra. It’s admirable.” “Thank you.” “Though sometimes loyalty can be misplaced.” Before I could ask what he meant, footsteps on the stairs announced the return of my four shadows, now in human form and looking perfectly innocent. “How was the tour?” Marcus asked cheerfully. “Educational,” Theron replied, his eyes still on me. “The forest was full of wildlife,” I added with a straight face. “Really?” Kael asked with mock surprise. “What kind of wildlife?” “The protective kind,” Theron said dryly.

He pulled out a small mirror. Ari rolled up her sleeve. Under the skin faint, like a tattoo of moonlight was a spiral crescent flanked by three dots. “The Hale Mark,” Lyra said. “It hasn’t been seen in over sixty years.” Jeremiah whistled. “Looks like things are about to get messy.” Far from the barn, in a forgotten church deep in the hills, Saris Thorne sat in a circle of wolves. They weren’t just beasts they were human beneath the fur. Pale skin, sharp eyes, mouths that could speak or kill without warning.