I got to the training ground. Trying to master my instincts again. Luca thought of giving me space since he had already told me the process. “ Maybe you just need some time alone, remember you have to remain calm,” he said, as he headed back to the camp. Kael, who stood from a distance, joined him. I made another attempt but to no avail. I walked towards a nearby river and sat on a large rock near the water, my arms wrapped around my knees as I stared into the dark ripples. I needed air after the frustrating session. No matter how hard I tried, I still couldn’t control my instincts. Luca had reassured me that it would come with time, I just had to remain calm. I didn't create room for doubts. Footsteps crunched against the dirt behind me. My shoulders tensed before I recognized the scent. Kael. He moved with quiet ease, his presence subtle yet impossible to ignore. “I thought you would need company,” he said as he stopped beside me. “ I knew I’d find you here as you weren’t
Raven Darkmoor’s POVOnce again I had to attend a meeting with the elders. Each step I took echoed in the silence, but I paid it no mind. I had walked this path too many times to care.Inside the council chamber, the air was thick with authority and the scent of burning incense. The Elders were already seated, seeing their faces made me sick. It seemed like the one filled with wisdom and strength but deep down I knew they were just old annoying folks. Their eyes turned to me as I entered, unreadable yet expectant. I was always the last elder to arrive at any meetings.Elder Rowan, the eldest and most revered among them, was the first to speak. His voice, rough like dry bark, filled the chamber.“The messenger had returned from Luca”s pack” he said. “He brought the feedback from Luca.”I met his gaze, unreadable. “Yes.”Elder Balthazar leaned forward, his large hands resting on the table. “ And we got the information you both were attacked by hunters.”A ripple of murmurs spread throu
Luca’s POV“Again.”My voice rang through the training grounds, firm and unwavering.The young wolves before me panted heavily, sweat glistening on their skin as they struggled to catch their breath. But I didn’t let up. Strength wasn’t built through comfort. It was forged through discipline.“Your stance is weak,” I told one of the boys, “A single misstep in battle could be the difference between life and death.”He nodded, his determination rekindling. Good.I turned to another, a young female werewolf who had hesitated during the last attack. “You second-guess too much. Trust your instincts.”She clenched her fists, frustration flashing in her eyes, but she nodded.I exhaled, watching them reset into position. They had potential, unrefined.Just as I was about to issue another round of drills, a scout burst into the training grounds, breathless and tense.“ Luca!”Immediately, I turned to him, my posture stiffening.“What is it?”“Hunters,” he panted. “They’ve ambushed one of our p
Kael’s POVI perceived the scent of blood and herbs the moment I stepped into the healer’s cabin. Luca was lying on the bed, his face paler than I’d ever seen it.I got even concerned, I thought he would feel better when Elara healed him.I wasn’t even aware of the attack. I spent time with Elara until she was called upon to heal Luca.I didn't even know it was this serious. I saw Luca, our strongest, our fiercest, reduced to this? It felt wrong. The guy had always been untouchable, unbreakable. Seeing him like this sent a sharp wave of unease through me.I felt disappointed for not being there, maybe I would have watched his back.I turned and saw Elara was sat right beside him, her hands hovering near his wound, her brows furrowed in concentration. They both chatted happily. And from the looks of it, she wasn’t leaving his side.I made my presence known as they didn't notice when I got in.“You look like hell Luca, I'm sorry I wasn't there.” I muttered, stepping further into the ro
Luca’s POVI felt relieved when I woke up.The pain had dulled, my mind was clear, and I didn’t feel like my body was betraying me.Although I wasn’t completely at ease.I knew I had been unconscious for hours or longer.I couldn’t lie in the healer’s cabin any longer.There was too much to do.I pushed myself up, ignoring the stiffness in my limbs. The healer would throw a fit if he saw me trying to move, but I had no patience for his lectures.A light shuffle made me glance sideways.Elara was curled up in a chair beside the bed, fast asleep. Her dark hair tumbled over her shoulders, her breathing soft and even. She must have stayed with me all night.Something tight gripped my chest at the thought.She was kind hearted, seeing her here, refusing to leave my side even after I had told her to, I realized she was more than just determined.She was relentless.I exhaled and shifted my legs over the edge of the bed. My boots were nearby, and I reached for them, wincing slightly as my mu
Elara's POV I woke up alone.Luca was nowhere to be found.The first thing I noticed was the empty bed. I should have known he'd disobey after everything. I saw the healer was asleep on the other part of the cabin.I sat up, blinking against the dim glow of the dying lantern.Of course, I should have expected it.A sigh escaped my lips as frustration bubbled up inside me. Luca was supposed to be resting, not running around doing whatever it was that couldn't possibly wait until morning.I threw the blanket off and stood up, running a hand through my hair. I wanted to be mad but at the same time, I knew Luca wasn't the type to sit still.I shook off my irritation. It wouldn’t change anything. If I wanted to scold him, I’d have to go find him myself.That night, after the camp had settled into its usual quiet, I made my way up to his cabin.A faint light flickered through the window. He was awake.I didn’t bother knocking.I Pushed the door open, and stepped inside and found him at hi
Raven’s POVThe fire crackled in the hearth, casting long shadows that danced across the cold stone walls of my chamber. The only sounds were the occasional pop of the flames and the soft rustle of parchment as I reviewed the latest reports. My thoughts were preoccupied, spinning with the latest developments. The door creaked open with a low groan, and Gregor entered with the spy I had sent to watch Elara. The spy knelt before me, head bowed low, his posture rigid with respect. His silence only served to fuel my growing impatience.“Report,” I commanded, my voice low and filled with controlled anger.“My Lord,” the spy said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Luca… he has been attacked. Stabbed with a poisoned dagger. He is gravely wounded but alive. He will not be able to continue his training of Elara.”I froze, my pulse racing as the hearing of the words sank in. A poisoned dagger. Luca’s arrogance had finally caught up with him. He was vulnerable now, and it made my blood boil
Elara’s POVWe successfully found shelter in a cave.Luca’s breathing was shallow, his chest barely rising and falling as he lay on the rough cave floor. His skin was ashen, cold to the touch, and each ragged breath sounded like a battle he was slowly losing. I pressed my hands against his wound again, summoning every ounce of energy I had left. Kael sat near the entrance, sharpening a dagger, his watchful eyes darting toward us every few moments.I didn’t know if I could pull Luca back from the brink this time. My hands trembled as I pushed more energy into him, my breath shallow with effort.“Come on,” I whispered. “Stay with me, Luca.”A golden glow spread from my palms, sinking into his wound. His skin twitches under my touch, his muscles stiffening as his body responds to the healing magic. I pushed harder, my head throbbing from the effort, but I refused to stop. The energy pulsed, flickering like a dying flame.Luca groaned, his eyelids fluttering before he sank deeper into
Elara's POV The night air was thick with the scent of damp earth and pine as I made her way toward the stronghold. The torches lining the pathways flickered in the wind, casting long shadows against the stone walls. It had been a long day—negotiations with the clan leaders, settling disputes, and reassuring the elders that the alliance would hold.And then there was Luca.I smiled to myself, remembering his teasing remark."If we had met in high school, you would have had a crush on me, right?"The memory made me chuckle. Luca was always so effortlessly charming.But my amusement faded as I neared the war chamber. The moment she stepped inside, she felt it.A shift in the air.Kael was there.He stood near the large wooden map table, his arms crossed over his broad chest, his golden eyes sharp as they settled on her. His expression was unreadable, but there was something stormy in his gaze.I hesitated. “Lyanna said you were looking for me. What’s wrong?”Kael didn’t answer right awa
Elara's POV The Eight Clans of the Moon were finally united.For the first time in centuries, werewolves of all bloodlines stood side by side under one banner.But I knew unity was only the first battle—the true war was still ahead.Raven would not sit idly by and accept his defeat. He was still out there, lurking in the shadows, waiting for his chance to strike back.And I needed to be ready.I called for a war council within the Lunar Stronghold, where the Eight Clans would discuss their next move.The leaders gathered around a massive stone table, maps and battle plans laid out before them.Kael stood at my right, his arms crossed. "We can’t sit and wait for Raven to attack. We need to take the fight to him."Lyanna nodded. "But we must be careful. If we rush in blindly, we risk losing everything we’ve built."The leader of the fifth clan, the cunning leader of the assassin clan, smirked. "I say we strike from the shadows. Let him feel the fear we have felt for years."The third c
Elara's POV My warriors and I had traveled for days, pushing through snow-covered landscapes and icy winds that cut like daggers.The Third Clan was the most isolated of the eight clans, living in the frozen wastelands of the north. Their warriors were strong, resilient, and unforgiving, shaped by the harsh environment that had become their home.I had heard the stories—how their ancestors had been abandoned in battle, left to fend for themselves while the Ninth Clan retreated.Now, I had to convince them to join her cause.Kael, walking beside me, pulled his fur-lined cloak tighter. "Are you sure they will listen?""No," I admitted. "But I won’t leave without trying."Lyanna exhaled, her breath visible in the cold air. "Then we better be ready for anything."As we neared the Third Clan stronghold, they saw figures on the cliffs above, watching our approach.The warriors of the Third Clan were clad in silver and white armor, their ice-blue eyes piercing through the snowstorm.Suddenl
Elara's POV After securing the allegiance of the Fifth Clan, I knew her next challenge would be even greater. The Fourth Clan, dwelling deep within the swamps, was the most elusive of all the werewolf clans. Their members were known for their secrecy and mastery of dark magic. Many considered them more myth than reality.Few who entered their lands returned, and those who did spoke of illusions, dangerous creatures, and whispers in the mist.But if I truly wanted to reunite the eight clans, I needed the Fourth Clan wolves on her side.I was accompanied by Kael, Lyanna, and a handful of warriors, set off toward the southern marshlands where the Fourth Clan resided. The journey was slow and treacherous.The deeper we ventured, the more unnatural the landscape became. Thick fog curled around the trees, shadows moved without a source, and distant whispers echoed through the air.Luca shuddered. "I don’t like this place. It feels… alive."Kael, ever the strategist, kept his hand on his we
Elara's POV The morning sun bathed the land in golden light as I stood atop a hill overlooking the First Clan’s stronghold. The battle against Raven and the hunters had been won, but the cost was heavy. Fields were scorched, homes reduced to rubble, and families mourned their fallen. The war had left scars, not just on the land but on the hearts of the werewolves.I clenched my fists, inhaling deeply as the cool breeze brushed against my skin. The air carried the scent of damp earth and the lingering echoes of battle, but beneath it all, there was something else, a whisper of hope.I turned to face the gathered warriors and council members. Luca stood at my right, his expression hard with resolve. Lyanna was nearby, her sharp gaze scanning the horizon, ever watchful. Kael, standing just behind me, radiated silent strength, his presence a constant source of reassurance.“The war is over,” I began, my voice clear and unwavering. “But our true battle has just begun.”Murmurs rippled t
Elara’s POV The morning sun barely touched the horizon when I stood before my warriors, my people—my pack. The war had stretched for too long, costing lives, homes, and countless sacrifices. But tonight, it will end. I had spent weeks gathering every able warrior, scouting the lands, and hunting down the remnants of Raven’s forces. The hunters had plagued the werewolf clans for far too long, tearing through our numbers like a disease. Not anymore. Dressed in my battle leathers, I walked through the ranks of my warriors. Their eyes burned with the same fire that coursed through my veins. They believed in me. And tonight, we would reclaim our lands and restore the balance that Raven sought to destroy. I turned to Kael, who stood at my side. “Are they ready?” His silver eyes met mine. “They would follow you to the ends of the earth.” A slow exhale left my lips. I nodded, turning to face my army. “Tonight, we end this war.” A roar of approval filled the air as I raised my sword,
Elara’s POVThe morning was crisp, the sky painted in shades of deep blue and streaks of silver as I made my way to the Sanctuary of the Moon. This was where my journey would reach its final test—the last quest that would determine whether I was worthy of being ordained as the Lunar Alpha.I had faced trials that tested my strength, my will, and my loyalty. I had battled against fate itself, emerging victorious against enemies who sought to break me. And now, one final step remained.As I stepped onto the sacred ground, the Elders of the Council stood before me in a solemn line. Their robes fluttered gently in the morning breeze, their expressions unreadable.Lyanna stood among them, her gaze steady, but I could see the flicker of emotion in her eyes—pride, perhaps, or hope.The great silver moonstone stood tall in the center of the sanctuary, glowing faintly under the rising sun. It was said that only those chosen by the Moon Goddess could awaken its full power.“The final quest,” th
Raven’s POVThe scent of blood lingered in the air.I leaned back in my chair, watching the flickering candlelight dance along the stone walls of my chamber. The war had begun.And yet…Elara was still standing.The news of her progress through the Lunar Trials had reached me swiftly. First, she had faced her past and survived. Then, she had endured the Moon’s Labyrinth—an ordeal that had crushed even the strongest werewolves before her.But she wasn’t just surviving. She was winning.A sharp growl rumbled in my throat.The so-called Lunar Alpha was growing stronger. Too strong.I tapped my fingers against the wooden table, my patience thinning. "She thinks she can defy fate." My voice was quiet, but the men standing before me flinched.“She has already passed two trials, my Lord,” one of my hunters muttered.I knew that already.That’s why I had to act, before she became unstoppable.With a slow smirk, I leaned forward. “Summon the sorcerer. I want to speak with her.”Elara’s POVThe
Elara’s POVThe first trial had tested my spirit, forcing me to confront the weight of my past and my deepest fears. I had survived.But the second trial…It would push me beyond my limits.The Trial of Endurance.The sun had barely risen when I stood once more before the Lunar Tribunal. A solemn hush filled the air as the Elders gathered, their expressions unreadable. Today, they would not test my mind. They would test my body, my strength, and my will to survive.Lyanna stood beside me, a soft yet firm presence in my periphery. She had guided me through understanding my first trial, but this… this was something I had to endure alone.“Do you know what awaits you?” she asked quietly.I swallowed hard but kept my voice steady. “Pain.”A flicker of something crossed her face—respect, maybe. Then she stepped back, allowing Elder Vaughn to address the crowd.“Elara, you have conquered the first trial,” his deep voice rang out. “But strength of spirit is not enough to lead a pack. A leade