All Chapters of Moonlit Dominion: She-Wolf Ascendant: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Nyx steps quietly from the den, the chill of the midnight air brushing against her skin. She pulls the black robe tighter around her, the fabric swallowing her figure, making her almost invisible in the shadows. The forest seems unnaturally silent, the usual sounds of rustling leaves and distant howls gone. A tense stillness lingers in the air, and for a moment, she wonders if she's just imagining it. But deep inside, she knows something's wrong.The moon is a sliver plate in the sky, casting a pale light over the dense trees. Nyx takes a slow breath, feeling the pulse of the earth beneath her feet as she moves deeper into the forest. She knows she shouldn’t be out here, alone, but something pulls at her, an instinct, a whisper that tells her to keep moving. The Blood Moon pack's borders are safe, but tonight, it feels as if something, or someone, is watching.With a beating heart, she stops and listens, her sharp senses picking up the faintest sound, a twig snapping, a rustle in the

The night was rough. That’s the best I can say about it. Nyx and I had spent it together, and while I don’t regret it, the energy between us was heavier than usual. It wasn’t just the fact that we were constantly fighting against the tension building between us, nor the worries about the pack and the world outside our borders. No, it was something deeper.The following morning, Nyx is quieter than usual. Her gaze shifts from me to the ground, and she’s not as sharp as she normally is. I want to ask her if everything’s okay, but I can tell she doesn’t want to talk about it. So, we don’t.The silence feels louder than anything. Maybe she's in her heat cycle or period. We don’t speak much as we make our way to the pack’s meeting ground. Something in the air today feels different as lately. It’s as if the world is holding its breath, waiting for something to happen.When we arrive, I spot the other pack members milling around, their faces tense. The usual noise of laughter, chatter, and

The pack is on edge. Every warrior, every member of the pack, is waiting, watching. We’ve been preparing for something big, something we can feel but can't quite understand yet. After the news of vampire attacks nearby, we’ve fortified our borders, increased patrols, and trained harder than ever. As the morning sun rises, I find myself walking to the training grounds, feeling the weight of the air around me. It’s thick with tension. No one speaks much anymore. It’s as if the wolves can sense the storm that’s coming, and it’s making us all nervous. There’s something different about her today. Ella—the girl we took in weeks ago. Her quiet demeanor, her delicate frame—it's not what I notice now. Something has shifted in her. Her posture is stiffer, her eyes colder. She’s watching, waiting, like she’s not fully part of us anymore. She’s distant, but I’m not the only one who feels it. I try not to let it bother me, but it does. A quiet voice whispers in the back of my mind, telling me t

Nyx’s voice is sharp, filled with command. “Lorenzo, to the left! We need to hold that line!” I snap into action without hesitation. My muscles tense, my senses alive as I shift with the speed of a predator. The first wave of enemies crashes into us, their faces gleaming in the moonlight—vampires. They’re fast, relentless. Their eyes burn with malice, and I can feel the cold fury from across the clearing. “Move!” Nyx barks again, her blades slashing through the air as she takes down a vampire with a swift strike to the neck. I hear the sickening thud of its body hitting the ground, but I’m not slowing down. I focus on the humans in the distance. There are too many to count, but they’re standing firm, aiming their weapons at us, their eyes full of purpose. This isn’t just an attack—it’s an organized assault. I can feel it in my bones. “We can’t let them get past the line!” I yell, but Nyx is already two steps ahead of me. She’s fighting with deadly precision, her movements so flui

The battlefield is a battlefield no longer. It’s a graveyard. The wolves, once fierce, now lie scattered, broken and bleeding, their cries lost in the wails of death. Nyx stands in the middle of the chaos, her breath shallow, her heart racing, but it’s not the battle that’s taking her breath away.It’s Lorenzo.He’s on the ground, his body still.Everything around her slows down, the sounds of battle muffling into a distant hum. She’s paralyzed by the sight of him.Lorenzo.He’s been shot. The bullet wound, a dark stain on his chest, speaks of death, of everything they’ve fought to protect. She knows she should move, she knows she should help, but the world has frozen, and all that matters is him.“Lorenzo!” Nyx’s voice is a desperate plea, but he doesn’t respond. His eyes are half-lidded, and for a moment, she believes he’s gone.No. She won’t lose him. Not like this.Nyx rushes to him, kneeling at his side. She feels his cold skin, the warmth of his blood soaking into her hands. His