The sky outside Purple Moon village was still gray, a sign that snow would fall again at any moment. Inside the warm healing room, the atmosphere remained tense even though the physical threat had passed. Altair stood by the window, his gaze blank through the misty glass. Enne lay unconscious, surrounded by the sharp yet soothing scent of herbs. Lynx, Enne's inner wolf, did not even make a sound.The healer was busy mixing herbs with quick but measured movements. Altair could only watch from a distance, his heart filled with an indefinable sense of anxiety.Andhara's name kept echoing in his mind, like a thorn piercing deep. Altair remembered the first time he faced Andhara. It was not a battle like tonight, but an encounter carefully designed by Andhara.At that time, Andhara deliberately provoked Altair to make the man almost pounce on him by turning into a wolf, unfortunately Enne was still there with them, it was the first time Enne saw Altair's transformation into a wolf, and of
The sound of small birds could be heard faintly from outside, giving the morning a peaceful atmosphere. Enne opened his eyes slowly, his eyelids feeling heavy. She tried to recognize her surroundings, but the room she was in was completely unfamiliar. The warm wooden walls with a small window in the corner gave a cozy feel, but also made him feel wary.Her body felt weak, and she realized there was an herbal scent enveloping this room. She tried to move, but her body seemed to refuse the command. Lynx, his wolf, still felt weak, though a little more alive than before.Enne's mind instantly recalled the battle she had witnessed last time-two giant wolves fighting in the middle of the snow. That white wolf... Altair. He was sure of it. Then the black wolf, Andhara. Why did she always get stuck in situations like this?Enne sighed softly, regretting his lack of caution. If only she had listened to Altair and not been so stubborn..."Altair will definitely be angry," she muttered softly.
The Stella-led pack was still wrapped in the quiet of the morning when Altair and Devota spoke in the small meeting room. The soft scent of firewood wafted through the air, but the tension between them was more pronounced than the calm atmosphere outside. Stella had left to oversee the departure preparations, while Devota began her report with a serious face."The village is recovering," Devota said, opening the conversation. Her voice was calm but there was an urgent tone behind it. "The damage from the last attack has been repaired, and the warriors you assigned have maintained security well. But..."Altair raised an eyebrow, gesturing for Devota to continue."But this can't last," Devota admitted. "They need you there, Alpha. Your presence is important to maintain morale. The pack members are starting to get restless."Altair leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing. "What's making them uneasy?"Devota let out a long breath, then looked directly into Altair's eyes. "Rumors abou
In the depths of a rocky mountain, far from the reach of humans and wolves alike, an old woman sat cross-legged in the silence of the cave. Only the sound of water dripping from the stalactites broke the silence. Lyra, with her long silver hair hanging down, closed her eyes while letting her mind merge with the surrounding nature. Her calm aura enveloped the cave, creating a sacred atmosphere.Suddenly, from the opening of the cave, a white eagle darted in quickly. It soared down and stopped right in front of Lyra, its talons gripping the scroll sealed with Altair's mark.Lyra opened her eyes slowly, as if she already knew what was coming. Gently, she reached out and took the scroll. Her sharp eyes stared at the letter for a while before taking a deep breath."Altair..." she murmured softly, as if reading the name on the wax seal. However, she did not open it. Instead, Lyra simply grasped the letter and returned her gaze to the darkness of the cave. Whatever the letter contained, the
The night sky was filled with thick clouds that obscured the moonlight, creating a dark atmosphere over the Altair pack territory. Snow fell slowly, wrapping the ground in a cold white layer. Although the night seemed quiet, the air around the pack was filled with a palpable tension.Altair stood tall in the center of the main field, his body enveloped in a powerful Alpha aura. In front of him, the warriors were ready with weapons in hand and spirits high. Their eyes looked confident, even though they knew great danger was approaching."Alpha," Devota's voice broke the silence, "They are approaching from the north. We count them much more numerous than the previous attack."Altair nodded slowly, his gaze fixed on the dark forest. "Maintain the front line. Don't let them pass through the gate. I will lead from the front."Devota saluted, then moved quickly to give orders to the warriors.Meanwhile, inside the healer's house, Enne sat restlessly on his bed. His body still felt weak, but
Morning greeted Pack Altair with an astonishing silence. After the brutal attack the night before, the warriors and other pack members were busy tending to their wounds. Healers and omegas were hard at work, making sure all the wounded received adequate care. However, amidst the hustle and bustle, two figures stood tall without needing assistance-Altair and Stella.As Alphas, both possessed extraordinary regeneration abilities that allowed their wounds to heal in a matter of hours. But there was no time for relief. Altair's mind was still filled with questions about the rogue attack and the motives behind it.On the other hand, Enne sat on the terrace of the healer's house. His face was pale, but his mind was in turmoil. She knew that what she was about to tell Altair could change everything. With Lynx slowly recovering, Enne felt a greater responsibility to tell what she knew.***Altair found Enne a short while later. He approached the girl with steady steps, Stella was behind him,
Altair stood on the sill of the large window of his room, looking out over the forest covered in morning mist. His mind was still dwelling on one name: Dawn. That name carried not only memories, but also wounds that had yet to fully heal. After hearing Enne's confession the night before, her heart was filled with feelings that were difficult to express."How did Andhara know that name?" muttered Altair softly, almost inaudibly.The door to the room opened slowly. Stella stepped in with a serious expression, unlike usual. The girl always seemed to relax or even tease Altair with her little taunts, but this time she was just as agitated."You're not asleep yet, Altair?" asked Stella, her voice soft yet firm.Altair shook his head. "It's hard to sleep after hearing that name. Dawn..."Stella pulled out a wooden chair near Altair's desk and sat down. She looked at Altair intently before finally saying, "We need to talk seriously about this. I can't stop thinking about it since last night
When everything seemed to be calming down, the emergency bell suddenly rang. Altair and Stella ran straight to the main courtyard, where the warriors had gathered."What's wrong?" asked Altair in a loud voice.One of the warriors replied, "We found a trail of rogues near the border! The numbers are small, but they're moving fast."Altair clenched his fist. "Prepare the team. We can't let them go any further."Stella interjected, "I'll come with you."Altair nodded, and the two of them immediately led the warriors towards the border.Upon arriving there, they found five rogues lurking. Altair instantly transformed into his great white wolf, leading the charge without hesitation. Stella followed behind him, making sure none of the enemies escaped.The battle was short but intense. The rogues seemed well-trained, but Altair and Stella's power as Alphas was too much to resist.When it was all over, Altair stood in the center of the battlefield, his body riddled with minor wounds that soon
That morning, Stella stood in front of the large gate of the Altair pack. The cool morning breeze swept through her flowing black hair, but her mind was not as relaxed as the morning weather. Stella knew her time here was up; she could no longer delay her return to the pack she led.As an Alpha, Stella had never shied away from her responsibilities. She knew that being a girl didn't make her role any smaller or less meaningful than any other Alpha male. But that duty also meant she couldn't be elsewhere for too long, even if she wanted to ensure the safety of her cousin, Altair, and her new Luna, Enne.Altair stood next to him, his face showing a mixture of gratitude and anxiety. "Are you sure you don't want to stay a few more days? The situation is still not completely under control," he said.Stella smiled a little, though there was firmness in her eyes. "My betas have been taking over for too long. I can't keep burdening them. They need their Alpha."Enne, who was standing by Altai
After a long journey, Enne and Altair finally returned to their village. A large gate made of sturdy wood welcomed them, adorned with the pack crest that symbolized their strength and unity. The normally quiet village was now filled with the boisterous voices of pack members gathered to welcome home their new Alpha and Luna."Alpha! Luna!" one pack member exclaimed with a wide smile. Cheers of joy filled the air, but Enne felt that the heavy burden in his heart had not completely disappeared.Altair held Enne's hand tightly as they got off the carriage. He knew that his wife was still shaken by the events in the city. He could feel the tension emanating from her body despite Enne's face trying to mask her worry."Calm down, it's all over," Altair whispered in a soft tone in Enne's ear.Enne gave a small nod, but her gaze remained vigilant. Andhara's image still haunted her mind. Although they managed to escape the man's threat, Enne knew that the danger wasn't really over.Stella appe
The atmosphere in the old house was tense. Cold air seeped in through the cracks in the weathered walls. Altair and Stella could see Andhara standing holding a small blue glowing object that emitted a magical aura."Andhara," Altair growled, his voice low and threatening. "Let her go right now."Andhara gave a small smile. "Relax, Alpha. I won't hurt her-not yet, at least. You know what I need from him, right? Her bloodline is the key to the Eye of the Moon. If you're wise, you'll leave it to me."Altair stepped forward, while Stella moved to the side, preparing to attack. "You think I will let you touch her?""Then, what are you going to do?" asked Andhara, remaining calm. "I know you won't risk your Lunar's safety. You care about her too much."Enne tried to speak, but Andhara's voice cut her off. "Shut up, little Luna. You don't understand how precious you are."Altair could hold back no longer. With incredible speed, he darted forward, striking Andhara with his sharp claws. Stella
Andhara emerged from the shadows, a sardonic smile gracing her face. Her piercing eyes stared at Enne with an intensity that sent chills down her spine."What do you want from me?" asked Enne, trying to sound firm despite her racing heart.Andhara approached her slowly, then squatted in front of the chair where Enne was tied. "You know, I really didn't want to involve you in my plan. But you forced me to.""You're crazy," Enne hissed.Andhara laughed softly. "Maybe. But this madness is the result of something you never understood."Enne frowned, trying to figure out what Andhara meant. However, before she could say anything, Andhara stood up and started walking around her."You are the key to destroying Altair," Andhara continued. "And with you in my hands, I can ensure that he will never stand in my way again."Enne felt her anger begin to rise. "Altair will not let you win."Andhara stopped and looked at her coldly. "We'll see about that."***Meanwhile, Altair and Stella led the se
The sky in the village of Altair was filled with orange as the sun began to sink behind the mountains. Lyra stood near the entrance of the cave where she used to meditate, her gaze directed into the distance. The cold air touched her skin, but her thoughts were on the events of the past week or so that kept plaguing her mind.It was a day that should have been full of joy. Altair and Enne were having a wedding in the city, far away from their troubled village. However, Lyra felt unable to join in the celebration. There was something holding her back in the village, something she couldn't ignore.On the morning before Altair and Enne left, a man in dark robes came to their village. His steps were quiet, but the look in his eyes exuded urgency. The man wore a hood, hiding most of his face, but Lyra knew that he was not just anyone. He introduced himself as Ezra, someone who had important information for Altair."Altair is busy preparing for his trip to the city," Lyra said as she looked
Ingrid sat on a wooden chair by her kitchen window, looking out with a questioning expression. She had long known her daughter, Enne, to be secretive and mysterious. However, ever since the arrival of Altair-who she had been vaguely introduced to in the past-Ingrid felt that there was something more going on than just a casual visit.Enne stood at the side of the kitchen table, biting her lower lip while occasionally glancing at Altair who sat quietly. The man, though seemingly relaxed, carried an air of authority that was hard to ignore. Ingrid let out a long breath before finally straightening up and looking at the two seriously."Enne," she said slowly, "I knew you wouldn't come this far for no reason. What exactly is going on?"Enne swallowed, feeling her heart beating faster than usual. She knew this conversation would not be easy. On the one hand, she wanted to protect her mother from a world full of danger, but on the other hand, Ingrid had a right to know."There's something w
Enne stood by the large window, looking out at the forest that was beginning to turn its snow-white color into fresh green. Spring had come to replace the long, harsh winter, but in Enne's heart, a new season could not dispel the doubts that continued to haunt him.The snow had melted, paving the way for green shoots to emerge from the frozen ground. However, Enne felt like the ground beneath her feet was still fragile, like it might collapse at any moment. He thought of his mother, Ingrid, who lived in a small town far from here."Mom," Enne murmured softly, feeling the warmth of the call flow through her. Her mother had raised her alone, never knowing that the bigger world-the werewolf world-was Enne's new home.As a child, Enne often felt different. He wasn't like other children who played freely and laughed carefree. From an early age, Enne knew that there was something else inside him. The voices in other people's heads sometimes echoed in her mind, like whispers that couldn't be
That morning, the warm sunlight penetrated through the cracks in the leaves, creating a golden glow along the forest floor. The atmosphere inside the Altair pack headquarters was peaceful, but the tension behind the calm was palpable. The pack members had just finished with the big celebration that celebrated Enne's appointment as their Luna. However, behind the smiles and friendly shoulder taps, there were doubts, questions, and faint whispers about the future.Inside Lyra's private room, the atmosphere was much more serious. Lyra, with a stern look and eyes full of wisdom, sat on a wooden chair. Her hand was clutching an old scroll, which seemed to have come a long way. In front of her, Altair stood tall, but his face showed deep curiosity."You wanted to talk to me this early in the morning, Lyra?" Altair opened the conversation, his voice firm yet polite.Lyra nodded slowly. "There is something you need to know, Altair. I've kept it to myself for too long, but I feel it's time."A
The forest that night was filled with the soft light of the full moon, its rays piercing the leaves and creating a silvery glow on the ground. The entire Altair pack was busy preparing for the grand ceremony to adopt Enne as Luna. This was not just a tradition, but an official recognition that Enne was now the Alpha's mate, she would be responsible for the welfare and future of the entire pack.Enne stood in a small room filled with the scent of wildflowers and spices. Stella was busy helping to put Luna's traditional robes on her. The robe was long, made of white silk with gold embroidery in the shape of a crescent moon and a wolf on the edges. Enne looked nervous. She had never been the center of attention like this before, let alone in such an important situation."Enne, you need to stand straighter," Stella said with a smile, tugging gently on the collar of the robe to make it look neat. "You're going to be Luna, the symbol of strength and hope for the entire pack. Don't let them