Chapter 137
Back in the kingdom after King Francesco left.
The great hall was silent except for the ragged, pained breathing of the wounded knight sprawled on the long wooden table.
Sweat poured down his pale face, his hands trembling uncontrollably as if an unseen fire was consuming him from the inside. His wolf had gone eerily quiet – a terrible sign for any werewolf.
Lira hovered nearby, her usual calm replaced by tight worry. She had tried everything- herbs, enchanted salves, even her most potent healing spells — but the moment her hand made contact with his skin, that same burning venom pulsed into her veins, leaving her hand numb for minutes afterward.
“Shit!”
She dared not touch him again.
“We cannot remove whatever is inside him,” she whispered hoarsely to the other healers. “It spreads too fast. If I touch him longer, I’ll be the next to fall.”
The knight’s chest jerked violently, his eyes rolling back for a moment before he gasped for air again.
His wolf was trapped, strangled by something neither physical nor magical in the usual sense – something darker.
The only thing they could do now was inject him with a diluted healing potion, hoping it might slow the spread.
The pale liquid sank into his veins, and for a moment, the shuddering lessened. But Lira’s expression told the truth – it was a temporary reprieve.
They needed their king Francesco.
They needed their king Alpha to return with answers.
Up in the highest tower, the air was heavy with stillness.
The only sound was the occasional rustle of fabric as Ellaine shifted in her sleep.
She had been still for hours- unmoving, silent — until now.
Audrey, seated at her usual post by the door, heard it first: a sharp, uneven breath that didn’t sound right.
Her head snapped toward the bed, her warrior instincts screaming at her.
“My Luna?” Audrey was on her feet instantly, crossing the room in long strides.
Ellaine’s chest was rising and falling in fast, erratic bursts, her lips parting as if she were struggling for air.
“My Luna, what’s wrong?” Audrey’s voice betrayed her panic.
She moved to steady her, but before she could touch her, footsteps pounded up the stairs and Monica appeared, hair disheveled, Beta Alfonso right on her heels.
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“What happened?” Monica’s voice was sharp, urgent.
“I don’t know!” Audrey said quickly, glancing at them both. “She just started breathing like this helped Lira before, what should I do?”
and she’s burning up! Monica, you ve
Audrey was a warrior, forged in combat and steel she could split an enemy’s skull without flinching–but this, watching her Luna suffer without knowing how to help, was unbearable.
Monica pressed her hand near Ellaine’s temple, not touching skin directly but close enough to feel the unnatural heat radiating from her. Her face paled. “She’s in pain… but it’s not fever. This feels… wrong.”
“We need Lira,” Beta Alfonso said, his voice
“She’s with the wounded knight,” Monica reminded him, glancing at him with wide eyes. “And she can’t leave him right now. The others can’t
handle his condition alone.”
Alfonso’s jaw tightened.
But still, he reached out through the mindlink. ‘Lira, it’s urgent. Luna Ellaine-‘
He never finished the sentence.
Because in the next instant, a sound ripped through the air.
It was a howl.
Not a wolf’s howl of warning or rage.
Not even the commanding call of an Alpha.
This was something else…
Every bone in their bodies seemed to recognize it.
This is a sound that made their hearts lurch and their knees weaken.
“This is…” Alfonso’s voice trailed into a whisper.
Audrey’s eyes widened in disbelief.
Monica’s lips parted, trembling.
Then Alfonso dropped to one knee, head bowed.
His voice carried the weight of revelation. “Luna Ellaine.”
HOWLLL!!!!!!
Outside, the howl spread like wildfire through the kingdom.
Every warrior stopped mid–stride.
Every servant froze in their work. Heads turned toward the high tower, eyes wide with recognition and awe.
It was her.
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The White Wolf had howled.
The one they had only heard whispers about. The fated mate of their king. The Luna they had yet to see in her full glory.
One by one, they began to move toward the tower, leaving behind their tasks, their conversations, their meals. Wordlessly drawn to the
source.
On the other side of the courtyard, Kiera and her father, Alpha Gregory, were still in the middle of a heated argument.
“Do you think this is a joke?” Gregory’s voice boomed.
“I’m not a child!” Kiera snapped back. “I know the city better than they do. I can help!”
Her father’s eyes narrowed. “Help? Or get yourself killed?”
Before she could retort, movement caught her eye. Warriors, healers, servants – all of them were walking with the same strange purpose, their gazes fixed on the high tower.
Kiera frowned. “What is going on?”
Gregory’s eyes followed theirs. And then the sound hit them.
HOWLL..!!!!
That howl.
The world seemed to still around them.
Even Gregory’s breath faltered.
Kiera’s confusion deepened. “Who-”
The question died in her throat when gasps erupted all around them.
Up in the high tower, the door opened slowly.
And then she appeared.
Luna Ellaine.
Not the fragile, quiet figure they had guarded in her slumber.
Not the broken woman they had feared might never wake fully again.
She stood tall, draped in a flowing white gown that seemed to glow against the soft light spilling from the room behind her.
Her long silver hair fell in waves over her shoulders, catching every glimmer of light like strands of moonlight.
She stepped forward onto the balcony.
The air in the courtyard shifted, as if every soul present took the same breath at once.
Her gaze swept over them
calm, regal, steady – and then she tilted her head back.
The White Wolf’s howl split the night again, pure and powerful, carrying across the kingdom like a promise.
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Below,
Beta
Alfonso threw
his head back and howled
in return
the formal declaration that their Luna had
awakened,
From there,
the voices rose one by
ne
until the
kingdom itself
seemed to
sing
for her.
Riera stood
frozen.
Warriors, wolves, even those too young to shift yet all howled, their voices weaving together into something fierce and reverent.
She had expected… she didn’t even know what she had expected.
A timid girl?
Someone who clung to Francesco’s protection?
But this…
This woman stood
like she
belonged to the moon itself.
And in that moment,
Kiera understood.
A
She understood why the mighty Lycan King had chosen her as his mate.
Why
he
would move the earth to
protect her.
Because this
was
not a
woman who needed saving.
This was a woman who would change everything.
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