THE LUNA'S REVENGE.

was a promise. A promise of pain. A prom

ould decide everything. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying the scent of my enemies-their sharp, foreign musk

onight wasn't just about survival-it was about reclaiming what was ours. My pack, my family, my

at had settled over me. Her hand fell on my shoulder, h

trusted with my life. She was fierce, loyal, and as ready for this battle as I was. We had trained for

her; she knew what I was

shadows where Desmond's pack waited. I didn't

e battlefield. It was a deep, haunting sound, full of dominance and b

rees in a flurry of fur and muscle. They were fast, too fast, and my

at the corners of his lips, the same smirk that had haunted me for far too long. His eyes gleamed with that cold, calc

. No more taunts, no more g

hing that stood in their way. The ground shook with every clash of bodies. The air was thick with the sharp scen

ery swing, every thrust. My dagger flashed through the air, cutting through flesh with the force of my rage. The bl

right hand, my second-in-command, and nothing could break

es glowed with hunger, and I didn't flinch. This wasn't just

ond's voice, carryin

mocking, daring. "You think y

ising. I didn't care what he

Desmond. But before I could reach him, a figure stepped into my way-Ronan, De

g nowhere,"

eeded to get to Desmond. But Ron

my voice low and threate

odged, narrowly avoiding his strike. We were both quick, both deadly. The fight between us was in

s feet. He landed hard, but he was up in

is?" Ronan spat, wiping blood fr

to. I knew what I was capable

ed to strike, I

. Everything else faded away. The sounds of the fight aroun

g, like a force of nature, pulling at me, challenging me. I could feel it deep ins

trange sense of dread. This was the moment I'd been waiting

w, just for me to hear

His touch was like fire, searing through my skin. My body we

ad ever felt before. The air around us seemed to crackle with power, and I coul

. The ma

sed through me, connecting us in a way I couldn't fight. I gasped f

ate

d felt like it had narrowed down to him and me. His eyes held that same cold triumph, t

, but it was already too late. The bond