Wanderer Dramione Novels & Stories

His eyes flickered like lightning silver flashing darker, then storm-grey, like the sky itself warred inside him. “Someone has been kidnapping my wolves!” Darius roared, his voice booming through the hall. A chill ran through me as his gaze swept the crowd, then lingered on me, just long enough to remind me how small, how breakable I was. “Three times,” he continued, his tone low and lethal. “Three times, my people have been stolen.” His voice dropped into something darker. “And yesterday… a human dared to kidnap my woman. Luna Astrid.” My heart stopped.

“No, sir.” Damon’s head snapped toward me. “Why not?” “Because you’re dramatic, not scary.” Rylan fell out of his chair laughing. Damon glared. “Get up.” “I can’t,” Rylan wheezed. “My soul left my body.” Luna Selene smiled at me. “Aria, dear… do you know what it means to be a Luna?” “Yes,” I said. “It means drama, responsibility, drama, paperwork, drama, and people staring at me like I’m a cursed potato.”

I approached the guarded gate with no resemblance to that shy girl who'd been cast out. The two Beta guards, towering wolves both with Damon's cold eyes, immediately sighted me. "Well, well, well. Look what the wind blew back," sneered one. "The rejected Omega. See her still hanging around. Are you alive, little Annie?" "I need to see Alpha Damon," I said, trying to show confidence, although I was nothing but a shy, weak woman. The second guard laughed and clapped me on the shoulder with a heavy hand. "You really think the Alpha has time for something as hopeless as you? He's with Luna Cassandra, planning the expansion of the pack! Get lost before we have to drag you away!"

"Let me talk to Dante." As Selene left, Aria sat alone in her office, staring at drawings Luna had made. Crude pictures of wolves, flowers, and one that showed a small figure surrounded by light and dark in equal measure. A knock interrupted her thoughts. Lyra entered, her expression grim. "We have a problem. One of the Void Walkers we captured is awake." Aria's head snapped up. "Awake? I thought they were permanently unconscious." "So did we. But he woke up an hour ago, screaming. He's lucid now, but terrified. Says he remembers everything."

He cleared his throat and began. "I greet you all, members of the Moonwalker pack. I am alpha Damon and like my elder said, I bring good tidings. We are here for peace. We are for and not against so y'all should put your mind at rest. I know you must be wondering why we are here, and I will tell you in just a moment," he paused and looked around to be sure everyone was following, and when he was certain he had our attention, he continued. "I am related to your wife, Aria. The Luna of this pack."

The hum swelled, and a voice emerged, sweet and intoxicating: “Jessica, heart of the nexus, weave your love eternal.” A figure appeared, not a weaver or a mother, but Kade, his form glowing with love, his amber eyes soft, his voice a whisper of promises. “I am Ardyn,” he said, his tone Kade’s, rich with devotion. “The Love Weaver. You wove the dawn, Jessica. Weave with me, and our love will bind the nexus forever.”

A growl rippled through the line. “This is our home,” I continued, my voice growing louder, steadier. “Our families. Our pack. That thing in the mist? That is not our Alpha. That is not our blood. I am your Luna. Damon is your Alpha. And we are still standing. We are all going to stand, we are all going to fight until the very end of this, no matter what is to happen.” I pointed to the creatures writhing at the treeline.

Kiran put the bags down and the exhaustion was noticeable. “Who’s the woman?” Malachi asked. “Charlotte. She’s a witch and his girlfriend,” Kiran said. “I can never thank you enough for this, Kiran,” Malachi said. “Dad, you know I’d do anything for you. Let’s go downstairs so you can meet Charlotte. You’ll like her and she knows Levi best. I know you have questions,” Kiran said with a smile. Malachi closed the bedroom door behind him and followed Kiran downstairs.

“He’s on the verge of abandoning the pack, Draco. Abandoning Nightshade itself. All for a girl.” That brought out a long, amused laugh from Draco. “A girl?” he echoed mockingly. “Gods above, don’t tell me. Some high ranking Alpha daughter? A political match gone wrong? Or wait…” He gasped dramatically. “Don’t tell me it’s one of those innocent virgins from a storybook. Don’t tell me big, bad Damon found himself a damsel to suddenly ‘fix’ him.” Nyla’s jaw tightened. “Worse, Draco. She’s an Omega.”