The morning after the attack was sombre. As wolves laboured ceaselessly to heal wounded, rebuild destroyed shelters, and bury the dead, the camp was a sight of weariness and anarchy. Beneft the surface of oneness, however, were gaps that would deepen if I delayed.Though important for our alliance, the most destabilising aspect was the rogues. Their loyalties were split, years of hostility taints their memories with the pack. Should I fail to confirm their loyalty, this brittle union would fall apart and Cassandra would have triumphed before the last fight even started.Standing in the middle of the camp, my voice permeated the whispers of wolves still traumatised from the previous evening."We fought hard last night," I said, my tone consistent despite my discomfort. "We held our ground, but everyone has seen the destruction Cassandra can do. We passed as this was just a test. Still, we need more than just will if we are to withstand what is ahead. We must build trust.The audience w
As we descended into the ancient hug of the forest, it appeared to be breathing. The tall moss-covered trees created a canopy so thick the moonlight hardly reached the ground. The Crescent Moon Woods has long been a mystery, its mysteries spoken softly among the pack elders. I would find the truth buried deep tonight.I looked over my shoulder at the following group. Dax strolled by my side, his calm and soothing presence despite the strain emanating from him. Kade and two other rogues were behind us; their looks combined wariness with interest. The document I had discovered during the raid blazed in my pocket, its cryptic warning still vivid in my head: "The artefact must be protected at all costs. The key is the Luna. "This place gives me the creeps," Kade said, staring down the shadows as if they would come alive. You sure are headed in the correct direction?I nodded, while doubt bit at the margins of my determination. "Once before, the Moon Goddess guided me here. These forests
As I stood in the middle of the gathering, the brightness of the relic created flickering shadows across the camp. My voice was firm but my chest tightened with the weight of what lied ahead. if it seemed heavier than its physical shape, as if it bore the demands of the Moon Goddess herself, the artefact in my hands exuded warmth."We have what Cassandra wants," I said, staring over the wolf and rogues assembled before me. "But this is a duty rather than just a triumph. We have already lost if we are not ready, if we lack faith of one another.Murmurs of uncertainty mixed with fascination swept over the assembly. Kade stood close to the rear, his arms folded and his face guarded. Ever the doubt-ridden sceptic, Dax stayed by my side, his amber eyes looking around the camp for any signs of disagreement."This relic is not only a weapon," I said. "It represents the power we may attain together. But if we stay split, it will not matter what strength we possess; it will destroy rather than
As I stood in the middle of the gathering, the brightness of the relic created flickering shadows across the camp. My voice was firm but my chest tightened with the weight of what lied ahead. if it seemed heavier than its physical shape, as if it bore the demands of the Moon Goddess herself, the artefact in my hands exuded warmth."We have what Cassandra wants," I said, staring over the wolf and rogues assembled before me. "But this is a duty rather than just a triumph. We have already lost if we are not ready, if we lack faith of one another.Murmurs of uncertainty mixed with fascination swept over the assembly. Kade stood close to the rear, his arms folded and his face guarded. Ever the doubt-ridden sceptic, Dax stayed by my side, his amber eyes looking around the camp for any signs of disagreement."This relic is not only a weapon," I said. "It represents the power we may attain together. But if we stay split, it will not matter what strength we possess; it will destroy rather than
The person that surfaced from the fissure was unlike anything I had ever seen. Wearing a whirl of shadows, it appeared to absorb the faint golden light coming from the relic in my hand. Its eyes locked on mine, shining like molten amber and piercing and relentless."Zaia," it said once more, its voice low and resonant as though the ground were speaking. "You've passed the first trial; your toughest obstacle is still to come."The room went quiet, the air tense. Dax's simmering concern, Kade's cautious mistrust, Elyse's silent understanding—all of the others' eyes were on me. Still, none of them said anything. This was my struggle to battle."What do you want from me?” My voice steady despite my heart pounding, I asked.The shadow figure slanted its head and moved slowly, deliberately. "You pay a price for the ability to decide the course of your kind. You have to face the enemy within to use it.Before I could respond, the chamber shifted. The walls dissolved into darkness, the floor
The molten amber eyes of The Guardian pierced me with a weight that begged my whole focus. Its presence caused the chamber to be so tense that was difficult to inhale. The wolf signified more than simply its size or the strength flowing from it. The last exam. Of my soul rather than of strength.The Guardian hissed, its voice booming like the roar of far-off thunder, "prove your worth." "You have overcome your anxieties; yet, a broken spirit cannot provide the force you are looking for. Show me you can mend damaged things.Deep down within me, the words really connected. Long before this event, my spirit had been broken by rejection, by betrayal, by the weight of leadership I had never been ready to bear. Now I stood on the brink, trying to put myself back together.The room moved about us; the only constant as the light darkened was the brilliant eyes of the Guardian. Though it wasn't as I remembered it, I found myself standing in the centre of Crescent Moon country as the gloom lift
Tension filled the camp as the scout's comments hovered there. There was no doubting what it meant; Cassandra's soldiers were on the march. Every wolf in the group sensed weight as the last battle loomed.My hand clutching the relic as if it might anchor me among the storm building within, I stood close to the middle of the clearing. The wolves around me moved with intent—sharpening their concentration for the coming combat, arming weapons, and establishing defences. Still, even with the apparent harmony, I battled within.Originally not the position I had chosen, I had been a Luna forced into leadership. But now I felt the weight of their expectations as the wolves turned to me for solutions. Could I bring them triumph? Can I guard them? Alternatively, would I fail once again as Cassandra had mercilessly reminded me in the vision? "ZAia."Turn at the sound of his voice. Sebastian was a few steps away, his face insunutable. His presence reminded us of the past and begged questions ab
Tension permeated the camp as word of Cassandra's soldiers approaching the eastern slope resonated among the wolves. The placid resolve of everyone around me stood in sharp contrast to the turmoil developing within, as preparations turned into frenzy. The relic throbbed in my palm, a reminder of the power I still had to completely comprehend as well as the responsibility I held.The eastern ridge was not distant, hence the attackers would be upon us not too far away. Standing in the middle of the clearing, every look weighted down on me. I was their Luna, their boss; failing was not a choice. "We have little time," I murmured, my voice echoing over the whispers of the assembled wolves. "Cassandra's armies will not stop until we are broken; they are closing in. But we are battling not simply for survival. We are fighting for our future, for the link we have created here, for everything she wants to steal from us.The gathering stilled, staring at me. While some were terrified and othe
Not just a strategic site for the pack, but the southern outpost had been a symbol of our resilience, a reminder of what we had worked to rebuild. It was destroyed now. The story of the incident spread around the camp like wildfire, greatly unsettling the wolves and generating uncertainty. For me, however, it was personal—not just another loss.The weight of the relic pressed on my chest like a subdued reminder of the responsibility I carried as the council gathered in the command tent. Around the table Dax, Kade, Elyse, and Rorin stood with emotions ranging from deadly determination to sheer rage." How nasty is it?" I asked to break the quiet.Sebastian went forward, his voice low and sad. "The outpost is no more nowadays. Those who survived assert it was something else, not Cassandra's will. Shadows, as we came across in the woodland. Still, they were moving towards something."leading them!" Elyse repeated, her silver eyes narrowing. "What type of creature could regulate such thi
The wolves gathered in the area, their moves purposeful and keen, the early air was tense. The scout’s urgent report had placed the whole camp on edge. Though it wasn't Cassandra's army, whatever was crossing the western woodland wasn't less of a menace.With the relic warm against my breast, its faint pulse consistent but quiet, I stood in the middle of the clearing. Elyse and Rorin waited close by, their faces austere; Dax and Kade flanking me had stiff postures.Any updates from the scouts? I asked, my voice calm in spite of the churn in my stomach.Sebastian advanced, his keen silver eyes guiding him. "They are watching from the summit. Whatever it is, it is moving swiftly; even if there is no clear indication of what we are dealing with, then we cannot afford to wait. "We shall look in a small group. Others of the camp stay here and enhance the defences.Dax furrowed, worry darkening his golden eyes. You are once more endangering yourself. Let us take care of it."I'm the L
Early dawn sent lengthy shadows over the wolves preparing for the day. The camp stood silent. Though the dark figure from the previous night was disturbing, there was a growing sense of urgency in the air—a common sensation we were running out on. Every decision I took now would impact the pack and beyond, knowing Cassandra looming over us like a storm cloud.Sitting on the edge of the clearing, I stared towards the sun rising. Its friendliness felt far off, a little comfort against the weight I carried. My hand came easily to the relic resting against my breast, its subtle pulse serving as a continual reminder of the power I carried—and the obligation that went along with it.Unwanted but vivid, memories of my mother surfaced as I stared out to sea. She had been a fiery Luna, a woman whose unwavering compassion won respect apart from her power. Her voice returned to me, a soft but strong reminder of the morality she had incilled in me."Leadership is not about power, Zahia," she had
Long after the light of the relic faded, Cassandra's vision stayed with me. Her dark grin, the promise of shadows overpowering us—all seemed too vivid, too real. I understood it was a deliberate attempt to undermine my will, not just a warning.Over the camp, dawn emerged to create long shadows over the clearing. Wolves walked around, clearly tired but their will unbroken. The meeting with the shadows the night before had left its imprint not just in the suspense hanging in the air but in the questions it begged."Zaia," Elyse murmured, hurriedly walking in front. "We have to talk."I nodded, following her towards the edge of the camp where the leaders had convened. Dax, Kade, Rorin, Sebastian stood in a close circle with stern attitudes."What is it?" Already ready for more terrible news, I inquired.Dax murmured, his golden eyes closing, "There's unrest in the camp." "Some of the wolves are wondering if we can trust you—or the relic."The words strike like a blow, but I will myself
The words of the scout hung thick in the air, causing the gathered wolves to whisper questions and discomfort. Shadows that moved on their own sounded like a trick of the light, a story to spook dogs around the campfire. Still, the scout's eyes revealed a different narrative from the fear."Shades?" Dax asked again, his voice tinged with mistrust. "What kind of shadow?"The scout choked hard, his eyes darting between us. "They lacked naturalness." They crossed the woods against the wind. They seemed alive, like this.My spine shivered, but I pushed myself to remain calm. Watching, waiting for my response were the wolves. As Luna, their undoing may be my anxiety. My voice calm, "Show us where you saw them."Under the pale crescent moon, we trailed the scout towards the eastern ridge. The forest was shockingly still, the regular noises of rustling leaves and far-off howling replaced by an intolerable hush. The relic at my breast throbbed weakly, its warmth a consistent anchor amid the m
The camp was restless as the word of Cassandra's exploits circulated through the ranks. Whispers of another item in her hands planted seeds of mistrust, anxiety crackling like a storm on the horizon. Walking in close circles, wolves clearly showed their nervousness getting ready for yet another conflict.At the centre of the clearing, I observed them as my heart weighed their anxiety and my own doubts. Leading has always seemed like a shroud given to those who wanted it, those who sought fame or authority. I had never dreamed of it. Still here, the Luna of a split coalition expected to lead not only with authority but also with unwavering conviction. "Zaia" Dax's words cut right through my ideas. He stood at my side, searching with golden eyes. They are terrified. And indeed, really? I am thus? Cassandra utilising another relic affects the rules.My fingers clenched on the relic that pulsed softly against my chest, then I looked to him. “We don’t know how strong it is or w
The weight of the figure's presence covering us like a suffocating blanket sliced across the dark room with its blazing eyes. Its words floated over the cavern: "Your soul comes with a price—the truth."Closing my fists, my wolf bristling at the challenge became aggressive. The relic in my hands pulsed faintly, its light flickering like a thin flame against the monster's utter darkness. The others stood stiff around me, clearly uncomfortable in silence." Exactly what do you mean?" I pressed forward, my voice calm under duress.The figure's grin became wider, a frigid, devoid of warmth look. Said its deep rumbling, which seemed to echo over the stone walls, "you seek answers." "But information is never offered for free. If you want to glimpse the path ahead, you have to offer something in exchange.I stared at the relic, its faint glow reminding me of everything we had struggled for. I refused to give up my soul—that of everyone else as well. "There must be another way," I said with f
The mark burned softly on the ground, pulsed with a terrible power that gave the area an unsettling light. Its edges were sharp, as if sculpted by darkness and claw, and the air surrounding it seemed weighty, stifling. With their gaze flickering between the insignia and one another, the wolves gathered in a tight semicircle."This wasn't here before," Dax said, his voice keen with mistrust. "It was not part of the fight.""It's a message," Elyse whispered softly, her glittering eyes closed. Not a friendly one as well.The relic in my grasp blazed weakly, its energy reacting to the presence of the symbol. The contrast was startling: hope against despair, light against dark. My heart racing as I moved towards the symbol, I felt its energy brushing against me."It's a warning," I responded, voice firm but quiet. " Cassandra is not just withdrawing. She is preparing ground for something more.Leading the Shadow Claws, Rorin moved forward from the brink of the clearing. His gloomy look mat
The battlefield stopped as the opposing armies sank into a great silence. From both sides, wolves halted with strained breaths and bloodied but still prepared for the battle. Tension permeated the air, an invisible accord hovering between Cassandra's soldiers and us.Cassandra moved closer, a nasty smirk curving her lips as her red eyes glowed with hate. Her voice piercing through the quiet, she said, "Enough of this senseless struggle." Let's resolve this correctly.I straightened as the relic pulsed faintly against my chest. "What are you proposing?" Though I already knew the solution, I asked."A trial by combat," Cassandra said, her tone sarcastic. You and me here. In one-on-one. Winner absorbs everything.The wolves behind me gasped, but I turned my head only towards Cassandra. It was a daring challenge, one that may determine the course of the war in one instant. But it was also a trap, one meant to take advantage of my frailty.I replied, my voice firm, "I don't trust you.""Yo