Lost Luna's Claim

o the forefront, her senses honed to almost supernatural proportions. She didn't have

ped, his jump calculated, but Luna was faster. In a fluid motion, she sidestepped and raked

a wasn'

ow allies in their struggle for survival, shifted as one seamless force. Ethan countered the rogue's next move with his teeth sinking de

aught off guard by the force of both Luna and Ethan, fe

f blood filled the air, and her wolf screamed for more. But she held back, and this strange sense of power coursed th

roval. He shifted back to human form, his body rippling with mus

fought, the more the pieces of her past came together-but so much was still missi

thoughts away. "We're not done yet," she said

n serious. "You're right. T

r, something much more dangerous, was coming. But now, at least, she wasn't al

na was no l

ilent now, save for the wind rustling the trees above them. The blood-stained earth beneath her feet seemed to pulse with an unspoken tension, as if the land itse

g away. The fight had been brutal, but she had survived. She had fought like she was born for this. She should

he performed was so calculated, careful. He hadn't said much since the fight, but Luna knew his mind worked jus

something dangerous. He slid the blade back into its sheath with a sharp click, turning his gaze to her then. "You're stronger

strength-was beyond her comprehension. Barely mastering her wolf form, let alone understanding what was different about her from the rest of the werewolv

ced with doubt. "But I don't know what to

t, we need to go to the old pack grounds. There's something there you need to

n't quite get what that entailed yet. If the rogue wolves were after her, i

s, stretching out across the landscape and distorting it so that all seemed somehow unrecognizable and alien. She felt a tu

Luna said, her voice sli

They'll be watching." With that, they plunged into the night, directed. The cold night air seemed to creep up on them as they journeyed deeper into the forest; trees were becoming taller, their bran

g-someone-waiting for her. She did not know who, but

ave way to open. She could make out forms of old stone ruins beyond: half-destroyed walls, crumbli

breaks in the stone, raising a chill in her bones. Still, there was more. Something here. Someth

bove a whisper. "This is where it all began.

el beneath her feet filling the silence. As she moved, she could feel the tug of something deep wit

s. The image sent a flood of memories running back to her mind-image after image of her family around the altar,

Then the images began to distort, twisting into memories of blood and fire. The screams of her pack as the traitors tore thro

breaking the silence. "

on the stone, feeling the cold of it seeping into her palms. The memories were too fragmented, too p

arents knew what was coming. They knew your bloodline was

, her eyes narrowing. "

ust the Crescent Pack. He wanted you because of the power inside you. But it wasn'

t do you mean? What does my blood

of the oldest lines of werewolves. And with it comes an ancient power that could unite the fractured clans-or destroy

t had been stirring constantly since she started remembering who she was, wasn't just about reclaiming her pa

asn't strong enou

from her thoughts. Her heart lurched in her chest as s

defensive stance, his eyes scanni

ws extending, her senses racing. No. She

shadows. "You should have stayed hidden,