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Pain exploded everywhere, even my teeth ached, and I moaned as I struggled to push myself up. The whistling had reduced, but it was still distractingly loud. “Ugh,” I grunted, straightening as I summoned my magic, while searching for Logan and Zade. The half-moon had weakened my strength. And then it dawned on me. Whoever was attacking, had done so knowing that the pack would be around their weakest tonight. It was the natural order. The last nights of half moons were usually a werewolf’s weakest. Shadows warped around me, but the force of my power was thin, flickering like a candle in the wind. Panic threatened to rise, but I pushed it down and forced my self to focus as I heard Logan screa

The air felt like it was pushing against my chest, making it hard to breathe. The Shadowed Moon's real master unleashed its strongest and most secret attack: a wave of molten black, silver, and red energy that moved with a frightening level of intelligence. Each curl, curve, and flicker was meant to hit doubt, fear, and weakness. A beady eyed Kael growled, and his fur stood on end. "Selene, it's attacking all at once!" Everything she did, each thought she had... Prepare!“

The Blackwood Keep had survived centuries of border wars and internal coups, but it had never faced an enemy that sought to erase its very existence. The Blood-Moon army did not use ladders or rams. They used "Lunar Rot," a dark alchemy that made the stone walls of the keep turn soft and porous, as if the buildings themselves were losing their will to stand.

“Well, the blood Moon works a bit differently. It's the only night where even the most strongest breed of werewolves cannot control their shifting and their abilities” “In other words, every werewolf is powerless against the red Moon”, I slowly paraphrased to myself. “You could put it that way, but like I said, it has its benefits. The Red Moon can be used to strengthen the abilities of weak or dormant wolves, only as long as necessary preparations are made for precautions. But one rule remains clear in all of these, never shift during the Red Moon and try to stay directly out of sight or you'd never be able to reverse back to human form, and then you'd have to be hunted down by the rest of

If he knows something, he won’t give it away easily. I swallow, jaw tightening. I can’t afford to be wrong about this. If I accuse him without proof, I risk fracturing one of the last alliances holding this pack together. But if I’m right and hesitate… the consequences could be catastrophic. The silence stretches, thick and oppressive. “I need Moonbane root,” I say finally. The words taste bitter on my tongue. They hang between us like a blade, sharp and final. Moonbane isn’t something you ask for lightly; lethal to most wolves but harmful to a Moonborn- their only weakness. It isn’t used without consequence. It’s a request that carries weight—intent.

“The magic of illusion and fear. We have the magic of tooth, claw, strength and will!” My lips quiver as I stare at the exchange in the room. Suddenly, Ronan appears beside me, stroking my hair carefully as he went on, “I know things about them others have forgotten. They are bound to the half-moon’s pull, not the sun. Their power wanes in the daylight where they cannot shift quickly. This is their most vulnerable time because they are creatures of water. Trap them on land, and they will be slow and clumsy.” ‘On the good side, I was finding out more about the species I was so curious about,’ I think, trying to divert my attention and curb the unease I am feeling in my belly. But each fact is

“This is Moon-Sere Herb. It's a traditional tonic to strengthen the female body for a pup. You look a bit pale, Nadia. Start taking this every day, and you'll get your strength back soon.” I stared at the herb. The irony was almost too much to bear. I was pale because I was already carrying Lucian's pup, and because our bond was fraying, I didn't have the Alpha energy to sustain it. But as a healer, I knew Moon-Sere was incredibly potent. It might actually help me stay upright without Lucian's help. “Thank you, Carlie,” I said softly, taking the herbs. “But I don't know what Lucian thinks about all this. After all, we're about to...”

The curse doesn’t hurt you—it’s waking you. Outside, the forest trembled. The Moon hung too low. And miles away, deep in the Vale, an old woman’s laughter drifted through the trees. “Finally,” the witch purred, stroking a bowl of blood-bright water. “The Luna of MoonRiver has awakened. And she is mine to claim.”

"But that's advanced theory. For now, we focus on control." Elena absorbed this, mind reeling. "What about weaknesses? Surely we have them." "Clever question." Morgan approved. "Yes, we have weaknesses. Isolation…we don't fit into normal pack structures, can't submit to traditional Alphas. That loneliness has driven some mad." "What else?" "The moon herself. Our power waxes and wanes with her cycles. At the new moon, we're barely stronger than traditional Alphas. At the full moon..." Morgan's smile turned predatory. "At the full moon, we could reshape the world if we chose."

Werewolves, their primal strength unleashed, tore through the sorcerer's minions with feral grace. In the midst of the chaos, I locked eyes with Malachi, our connection unyielding. Together, we summoned the depths of our own abilities, drawing upon the primordial force that coursed through our veins. Energy surged within us as if the very essence of Silverwood flowed through our beings. With a surge of power, we launched a combined assault, channeling the forces of light and darkness into a single, blinding strike. The sorcerer's defenses crumbled under the weight of our united front, his shield shattered by the sheer magnitude of our attack.