Chapter 94
Smoke curled into the night sky, thick with the stench of blood, ash, and broken promises. The stone floor beneath my paws was cracked and stained crimson. My body trembled from the explosion.
Pain sang through my ribs, my left hind leg throbbed, and Mika was struggling to stay upright inside me.
Yet I stood.
We stood.
All around me, our warriors were battered–wounded but not giving in. Audrey was limping, her white fur singed. Alfonso had a deep gash down his side but was still guarding the injured. Francesco was next to me, his Lycan form bloodied, his golden eyes never leaving Luca’s.
And Luca…
He stood like a king claiming his battlefield. Not a speck of dust on his black coat. His arms behind his back, eyes glowing red with satisfaction.
“Look at you,” he sneered. “Broken. Bleeding. This is the strength of the Lycan pack?”
Francesco growled low and dangerous. I could feel his fury humming in the air like a storm waiting to strike.
“I should kill you myself, Luca,” he snarled. “But I don’t think you’re worth it.”
Luca’s smirk didn’t fade. “You’re not in a position to choose, Totti. Surrender, and maybe I leave your precious Luna alive-”
“Don’t,” I said.
My voice was hoarse but steady, even in wolf form.
“Don’t speak about me like I’m a trophy or a gift you get to take home.”
His red gaze slid to me.
“And what will you do, little white wolf?” he mocked. “You’re bleeding. Barely standing. Your mate is exhausted. Your people are dying. The rogues will take this land, and we’ll bury you beneath it.”
Behind him, dozens of rogues were gathering. Too many. Some shifted into partial wolf forms, claws gleaming, muscles tensed.
We were outnumbered. Outmatched.
This was the end.
Unless…
Unless I made it not the end.
Mika stirred again, her energy flickering. Weak… but still there.
‘They’ll die,’ she whispered in my mind. ‘Francesco, Audrey and your other member… if he fights anymore in this form, his body might collapse. They’ll die unless you rise.‘
‘I can’t…‘
‘Yes, you can. We’ve waited for this. You were born for this. Open the door, Ellaine
‘What door?‘ I whispered.
‘The one inside you. Let the Luna blood awaken‘
The Luna blood.
My breath caught.
I remembered something–a dream, or maybe it was a memory. My mother’s voice, soft and distant, whispering a lullaby in a language I didn’t understand. Her hand on my forehead. Her tears the night she died.
“You’ll be more than they’ll ever understand, my love…”
The world began to fade around me. The smoke thinned. The pain dulled. I closed my eyes.
And I opened the door.
The power didn’t rush in like lightning.
It rose–slowly, surely, like the sun lifting over the horizon. Gentle warmth filled my chest. Then light. Then fire.
My white fur began to glow faintly. First silver, then pale gold.
Francesco turned toward me, eyes widening.
“Ellaine…?”
The rogues paused. Confused.
Luca narrowed his eyes. “What are you doing?”
I opened mine.
They were glowing–pure, blinding silver. My paws shimmered like starlight. My voice echoed through the clearing, not loud, but unstoppable.
“I am Luna–born. Daughter of the line they feared. Protector of balance. Punisher of the fallen.”
The earth beneath me pulsed. The stone cracked.
BOOM!
A shockwave of golden light burst from my chest, washing over the battlefield. It didn’t hurt my allies–instead, Audrey gasped as her wounds began to knit shut. Alfonso blinked, confusion on his face as he stood taller, strength returning.
Even Francesco breathed deeper, his golden eyes softening as he looked at me.
walked forward. One step. Then another.
The rogues backed away.
“Witch,” one of them hissed, “She’s a witch-”
“No.” My voice shook the air. “I am Luna.”
I howled.
Not a rageful, painful howl–but a call. A song
The air shimmered.
The moon above the ruins broke through the clouds and bathed me in its silver light. My fur turned blinding white.
TUTU
Behind me, I heard our warriors howl back. A symphony.
A chorus.
And then–battle began again.”
I moved like wind. Like a spirit. I didn’t run–I glided.
My claws shimmered with divine silver. My teeth glowed.
The first rogue who dared charge me didn’t even scream. One touch–one claw across his chest–and his body convulsed, wrapped in radiant light, and then turned to ash.
Another tried to flank me. I turned, roared, and my voice sent him flying backward.
I was faster than I had ever been. Stronger. More in control.
This wasn’t just Mika.
This was something ancient. Luna magic.
Behind me, Francesco fought like the Lycan king he was. The rogues couldn’t touch him anymore. His body was healed. His blows hit harder. He protected our warriors with new fury.
“She’s feeding us!” Audrey shouted. “The Luna… she’s giving us her strength!!”
And I was.
Because I could feel them. All of them.
Their pain. Their hope. Their courage.
And I gave it back, tenfold.
The rogues began to retreat.
Too late.
Francesco ripped one in half.
Audrey and Alfonso took down another pair, moving with unnatural coordination.
Even the youngest warriors fought like seasoned champions.
We drove them back. Inch by inch.
Luca’s smug expression was gone.
His jaw clenched.
His red eyes narrowed.
And then–he screamed.
“ENOUGH!!”
He pulled something from his coat. A small, dark object–round and mechanical.
My eyes widened.
A second bomb.
NO! Iran.
He threw it.
BOOM!!!!
It detonated midair. A flash of purple–black fire.
The explosion was magical–enchanted. I felt it in my bones. The force slammed into us like a hammer, throwing us backward.
I hit the ground hard, my body skidding across broken stone. Pain bloomed again. My magic flickered.
Francesco landed near me, blood on his lips. Audrey was motionless for a moment before groaning, moving slowly.
The smoke swirled again.
And through it-
Luca stood.
Unburned. Smiling again.
“Beautiful,” he said softly. “Now I see it. You’re the real threat, Ellaine. You’re not just a Luna, You’re the Luna.”
He looked down at me like a collector admiring his prize.
“Good,” he whispered. “I love a good challenge.”
My body trembled.
But my eyes–my heart–my soul–were not broken.
I rose slowly. Francesco took my hand. Our warriors gathered again. Wounded, yes. But still standing.
Still alive.
Luca stepped back into the shadows.
“This isn’t over,” he called out, voice fading. “The real game starts now.”
And he was gone.
Silence fell.
Only our breathing remained.
And the moon above. Watching. Guiding.
I shifted back into my human form. My clothes were tattered, my skin bruised, but I was whole.
Francesco came to me, pulling me into his arms/His breath was ragged, his grip tight.
“You saved us,” he whispered. “You saved all of us, Ellaine.”
“No,” I said softly, resting my forehead against his chest. “We saved each other.”
But deep inside… I knew.
This wasn’t the end.
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It was only the beginning.
The war had started.
But now, I was no longer just a white wolf.
I was their Luna.
And I would burn the world before I let anyone take my family again.
