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My transformation mid leap caught them off guard.
Mika plowed like a star descending upon earth, crashing into the rogue wolves with the force of a tidal vrave,
One slammed to a tree, the bark exploding on impact. Another tried to bite at my flank–turned and crushed his throat with my paw.
Then another.
And another.
I moved like light given form. Mika’s power surged through me, striking with ruthless precision.
Wolves charged at me from all sides. But every time, I moved faster.
Tore harder.
Struck deeper
When 1 Howled, the sound was no longer just a call–it was a weapon. A psychic burst of sound that sent a ripple of fear into every rogue within earshot Several whimpered and fled without even touching me.
Then Luca entered the fold.
He shifted mid–run, landing with a snarl, his obsidian–black fur bristling
He was last. Strong. Experienced.
But I could see the hesitation in his eyes.
He hadn’t expected this.
We circled.
Then clashed.
He went for my throat–twisted beneath him and slammed my shoulder into his chest.
He skidded across the dirt but recovered quickly.
Again, he charged. This time I ducked and latched onto his hind leg, throwing him sideways into a jagged rockformation. He yelped as bone cracked.
Blood filled the
But he wasn’t done
He lunged again, this time with desperation.
Rogues rushed forward to help, forming a wall of teeth and fury between us.
Mika growled, furious, and pushed me harder.
I summoned everything.
Power. Speed. Grace.
The Moon Woll exploded through them like a divine storm.
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Claws tore
Fangs ripped.
Magic–deep, ancient magic wieled in the air around
Heapt, whirled, crushed, and danced a bloody waltz of destruction. And still, I stood.
At the center of it all.
Unyielding.
Luca limped away from the wreckage, injured. Panting, Broken.
I stalked forward, my stops slow, deliberate
He met my glowing eyes–and for the first time in his miserable life, he trembled.
Then, with a whimper, he turned and ran.
A coward once more.
He abandoning his men.
And I didn’t chase him.
Because I know he would return.
But next time, he would remember this.
He would remember me…
I stood at the center, chest heaving, blood splattered across my white coat.
I shifted back slowly, surrounded by silence.
No one moved.
Audrey stepped forward, eyes filled with reverence.
“Our Luna… she’s a legend.” She put a long clothes to hide my nakedness.
Alfonso dropped to his knee.
Then the entire perimeter guard did the same.
They bowed their heads.
To me.
their
To their Moon Wolf. Their Luna.
Treleased a hard breath, then fell to my knees, pluch to everyone’s surprise.
The truth was clear now.
The reason it was so hard for me to shift all these years wasn’t because I was broken–it was because Mika wasn’t an ordinary well.
She was special. Ancient.
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And she waited until I was strong enough to hold her power
She waited for me to believe in myself.
“Thank you, Mika,” I whispered through pride and joy
“It’s a pleasure, Ellaine. You are me as I am you, the answered, voice warm and proud.
When I opened my eyes, Audrey, Alfonso, Marlow, Louis, Patricia, and others had surrounded me in worry.
“Are you okay, Luna?” Audrey asked gently, helping me up
“Just tired,” I said with a small smile.
They all nodded, some with tears in their eyes, others with glowing pride
“Turning into an amazing goddess wolf isn’t an easy task,” Alfonso muttered, still in awe
I gave them all a grateful look. “Burn all the rogues. Tend to the wounded. We can’t let this might leave lasting scars.”
Alfonso bowed and gave the orders.
Hours passed in a blur.
Dawn edged into the sky, casting a silver light across the field.
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The scent of blood still lingered, but the danger had passed.
I turned to head back when I heard it.
Howl…!!!
What?
That’s a powerful, worried Lycan howl, echoing from the west gate.
Everyone froze
We knew that howl I know it too.
Francesco…
The ground trembled under pounding paws.
A heartbeat later, massive wolves burst through the woods–Francesco’s personal guard…
“ELLAINE!!”
What?
How?
I blinked, still breathless from the fight, confusion slipping through my daze.
“Francesco…? Weren’t you on your way to Ruben’s territory?” I murmured against his shoulder, my voice hoarse from exhaustion and disbelie
“I was,” he said, voice rough, urgent. “But when Alfonso mindlinked me about the rogue attack, I ran back without hesitation, I didn’t care who saw. I had
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His eyes searched mine with raw emotion, hands skimming over my arms, my rilis, my neck checking for injuries. When his fingers brushed forming bruise near my collarbone, tight, hands and stomach his jaw tightened.
“Are you okay, mi amor?” he asked, his voice cracking slightly, as though terrified he had arrived too late.
I shook my head
gently and offered him a small, warm smile. “I’m okay just bruises. I promise.”
He let out a holy sigh, drawing me closer,
I could hear his heartbeat was loud,
if it hadn’t slowed since the moment he turned back for me.
“When Alfonso mindlinked me about the ambush, I thought I was going to lose my mind,” he admitted. “But then hearing his voice chill from panic to awe–he told me what he saw. You, glowing like the moon itself, tearing through rogues like a force of nature”
1 blinked, surprised.
Of course—they would have shared everything through the bond. Francesco had seen it all through Alfonso’s eyes.
“A white Moon Wolf…” he whispered, as if the words alone were holy. “I never imagined the Moon would bless me with a mate like you.”
His gaze sparkled with pride and wonder, and I couldn’t help but smile, caught in his warmth despite the blood on my skin and the weight of the night
He looked around slowly, studying the field–the burned bodies, the wounded being tended to, the perimeter warriors standing reverently in the soft light of dawn.
Then his expression hardened with Alpha command.
He turned his head and gave swift orders to his warriors through the link.
Only after ensuring everything was under control did he step closer, slip an arm beneath my knees and another behind my back, and pull me into his arms, bridal–style.
“Let’s get you inside,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “My Moon Wolf deserves rest.”
And I didn’t argue.
I simply leaned into him, letting the world fade as the Lycan carried me home.
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