Lost Luna's Claim

feeling that her life was about to change in ways she could neither understand nor prepare for. W

ark, yet for the first time in a long time, she did not feel utter

ed. The secrets of her past

which she once belonged. Yet as night wore on, the sounds of the forest diminished, so her thoughts took on a darker cast. The Sablefangs, her pack, her family. We

h she had once belonged. Her memories, fractured and scattered, were like a puzzle with missing pi

e, spoke softly as they moved. "We're not very far away from the old territory.

hat, but the words stuck in her throat. There was something about his tone that just signaled he wasn't some random stranger

tly, her voice far away. "And the howl of the Alph

ee the flicker of something behind his gaze. Compassion? Regret? She

pened," Ethan said. "It's n

r mind slipped away to the memory of her family. Her mother's gentle voice. Her father's gruff but loving presence. Her mind, which once held their faces in pe

the full moon. The air was heavy with the scent of pine and moss but bene

gh her reverie. "This is where the attack happened. The l

g, as if something dark still lingered in the soil. She hunched down, brushing her fingers against the earth. It was co

he whispered, almost afrai

e pack's old territory is still a battleground, in a way. The betrayal that tore your family apart runs deeper than a

fire alarm ringing in her ears. "What do

beat before taking it. His hand was warm, steady, but there was some

another pack. You were descendants of the Moonheart Clan, a line older than most packs. Your blood hold

e name was familiar to her, from the whispered hints in passing, from the old stories her mother used to tell her, but she h

una asked, her voice trembling under the weight

The one who can either restore the Crescent Pack to its former glory or destroy it entirely. Your po

to sink in. The wind suddenly whipped up, swirlin

ed softly. "I feel empty. Like I'm

y now, but deep inside you, Luna, there's a strength that's

stincts flaring to life. She knew the sound well-an Alpha's call. The same call that, as a pup, had comforted and kept her safe. Yet, no

tinctively toward the blade sheathed at hi

ing yellow eyes. His fur was matted with dirt, and his stance was predatory. Luna's body reacted

his chest. "The Lost Luna," he snarled, his voice low and guttural. "You

nch of blood and death - sent a surge of anger through her veins. She had h

tight with tension. "One of the traitor

ger. This was it. The momen

rogue launched himsel