LOGINThe chapel fell deathly silent.Lyra's fingers tightened around the journal."My... father?"Her voice was barely a whisper."I don't even remember him."Magnus studied her face before letting out a low laugh."So they erased everything."Thalia stepped in front of Lyra."Don't listen to him.""He'll twist the truth."Magnus's amber eyes shifted toward the old woman."I have no need to lie."He took another slow step into the chapel."The truth is far more painful."Outside, the sounds of battle echoed through the stone walls.Every passing second brought the enemy closer.Lyra looked from Magnus to Thalia."Answer me."Neither spoke."Please...""Did I have a father?"Tears welled in Thalia's eyes."You did.""He loved you more than his own life.""Then who was he?"Thalia lowered her gaze."I swore an oath never to tell you."Magnus smirked."Because your father wasn't an ordinary werewolf.""He was the last Guardian of the Moonborn."Lyra's heartbeat quickened."The man who stood b
The battle had turned.Kael could feel it.His enormous black wolf tore through the enemy ranks, claws flashing beneath the pale morning light. Every roar shook the battlefield, every strike sent wolves tumbling across the blood-soaked earth.Yet no matter how many enemies fell...More kept coming.They weren't trying to defeat him.They were keeping him away from the manor.Kael's golden eyes widened."Lyra."On the western wall, Rowan watched the battlefield with growing unease."This isn't their objective," he muttered.One of his captains hurried toward him."Beta Rowan!""Our warriors have pushed back the Crimson Fang!""Good.""But..."The captain's face drained of color."The eastern gate has opened."Rowan froze."It was never attacked.""It was unlocked... from the inside."Silence.Then Rowan whispered,"We have a traitor."Hidden beneath a servant's cloak, a man slipped through the eastern gatehouse.He looked over his shoulder one final time before pulling the ancient rele
No one moved. Thousands of werewolves remained on one knee, their heads bowed toward the radiant wolf suspended above Black Crescent Manor. The creature wasn't made of flesh. It was woven from pure moonlight. Its silver fur shimmered like stars scattered across the night sky. Its eyes slowly swept across the battlefield. Every Alpha present felt the overwhelming pressure of an ancient power. Even Kael's wolf, proud and unyielding, lowered its head inside his mind. "That..." his wolf whispered, "...is older than the Alpha bloodline." Inside the manor, Lyra staggered backward. The brilliant light surrounded her without burning. Instead, it felt... comforting. Like the embrace of someone she had long forgotten. Her silver pendant floated from her chest, suspended in the air. The crescent moon glowed brighter and brighter. Thalia gasped. "It's happening..." Lyra looked at her. "What is?" Tears welled in the old woman's eyes. "The Moon Goddess has acknowledged you." Ou
The cold night wind swept across the lake. Lyra remained frozen at the water's edge. Her sister. The word echoed through her mind. "My name... is Luna." The reflection had vanished as suddenly as it had appeared, leaving only the moon shimmering across the water. "Was it another vision?" she whispered. Her fingers tightened around the silver pendant. This time, it remained silent. ____ Inside Black Crescent Manor... The great war hall buzzed with tension. Maps covered the circular table. Small carved wolves marked the positions of the approaching armies. Five Alpha Packs. Nearly eight thousand warriors. Against Black Crescent's three thousand. The numbers weren't in their favor. Kael stood at the head of the table. His expression remained calm, but everyone in the room could feel the storm beneath it. Rowan broke the silence. "Our scouts estimate they'll arrive by sunrise." An elder scoffed. "Then our decision is obvious." "We surrender the girl." Several elde
A heavy silence settled over the dungeon. Five Alpha Packs. No one spoke. No one moved. Kael's golden eyes remained fixed on the young scout kneeling before him. "Repeat what you just said." The scout swallowed. "Our northern patrol confirmed five Alpha Packs are approaching Black Crescent." "They crossed the Frost Ridge at sunrise." "They'll reach our borders before nightfall." Rowan frowned. "Which packs?" The scout took a shaky breath. "The Crimson Fang Pack." "The Iron Claw Pack." "The Ashen Wolf Pack." "The Storm Howl Pack." "And..." He hesitated. "The White Moon Pack." The room instantly grew colder. Even Thalia looked shocked. "The White Moon Pack?" Rowan muttered. "They haven't left their territory in nearly thirty years." Kael narrowed his eyes. "Why are they coming?" The scout lowered his head. "They all sent the same message." He unfolded a bloodstained scroll. "The Silver-Eyed Omega belongs to no pack." "Hand her over peacefully..." "...or pr
The iron door groaned open. A damp chill swept through the underground dungeon, carrying the scent of rust, blood, and decay. Lyra instinctively wrapped her arms around herself. She had never been beneath the manor before. The darkness seemed alive. "This way," Rowan said, his voice echoing through the corridor. Four elite warriors escorted them, their swords already drawn. Even they looked uneasy. At the end of the hallway, a lone prison cell stood isolated from the others. Heavy silver chains wrapped around its iron bars. Ancient runes glowed faintly across the stone floor. Inside, a single man sat with his head lowered. His wrists were shackled with silver. Blood trickled from several cuts across his body. Yet... He smiled. "My Alpha," one of the guards whispered. "He hasn't spoken since we captured him." Kael stepped forward. "Open the viewing hatch." The guard obeyed. The prisoner slowly lifted his head. His crimson eyes immediately found Lyra. For a long m







