Alpha's Claim: A Lunar Legacy

for the fight. Saoirse stood at the edge of the clearing, her hands clenched at her sides, watching as Declan moved among his pack. He was everywhere at once-issuing orders, inspecting defen

e'd fled Erynn's Veil seeking freedom, but instead, she'd brought war to a pack that had o

er her shoulder and a quiver of arrows at her hip. The woman's auburn braid gleamed in

aid, her tone blunt but not unkind. "If you're

voice quiet but firm. "I'm

er. "Good. Because we need every pair

re life-weak, submissive, a tool for others to wield. But she straightened, m

irk breaking through her stern demeanor

re distributing weapons. Aisling handed her a short dagger, its blade worn but sharp. "It's n

elt foreign, but she gripped it tightly, determined to prove

g slightly. "Don't thank me yet. Thank

ound him. His voice carried over the crowd, strong and unwavering. "Cillian's pack is coming. They think they can take what's our

pride, mixed with fear, as she watched them rally around their alpha. She moved closer, drawn to Declan's side

ered. "Aisling, the northern. I'll lead

racticed efficiency. Declan turned to

g Aisling's earlier words. "If

grip tightening on t

spread out, taking up positions behind natural cover-rocks, fallen logs, and dense underbrush. Saoirse

their eyes glowing with feral intent. Declan shifted in an instant, his black fur rippling as he leapt forward

ferocity that took her breath away, his movements a deadly dance of power and precision. He took down t

y wolf. The woman's bow lay discarded, and she wielded a short sword with deadly skill, parryi

The beast yelped, twisting toward her, but she yanked the blade free and stabbed again, aiming for its thr

se, her eyes wide with surprise. "Not bad, omega," sh

ree wolves, their teeth bared as they circled him. Fear gripped her, but before she could move, he lunged, taking down one with a swif

l. As she reached him, one of the wolves turned, its eyes locking onto her. It lunged, and she swung her dagger, catc

s of the wounded and the distant howls of retreat. Declan shifted back, his chest heaving, blood dripp

g?" he demanded, grabbing her a

t back, her voice trembling with emoti

xpression conflicted. "You're

rning with defiance. "I'm not just an omega to b

lan pulled her close, his forehead resting against hers. "You're going to be the death of me,"

nt of blood and pine and him grounding her. "I'm s

ning as he brushed a strand of hai

m not letti

and Conall approaching, their faces grim but victorious. "They're retreating," Ais

ng. "Cillian won't stop. This was jus

replaced by a quiet resolve. He glanced at Saoirse, a fli

t of a smile breaking through

won, but the war was far from over. As she stood beside Declan, the bond between them st