Alpha's Claim: A Lunar Legacy

ringing fresh morning dew and green buds among the trees. Saoirse stood at the forest's edge, bow in hand, her sharp eyes scanning the fo

wo months together had deepened their bond, transforming that primal pull into something tangible-trust, af

tlers proud and branching, grazed unaware of their presence. Her heart quickened, the thrill of

ood," he said softly. "Wait until he shi

lead alongside Declan, but the survival skills she'd once only dreamed of as an omega in Eryn

vanishing into the forest. Saoirse lowered her bow, frustration flaring, but before she coul

, eyes sweeping the woods. "What w

ody of a lion and the wings of an eagle-stepped into the late afternoon light. Its golden feathers gleamed, its curved beak sharp, and i

only to deliver prophecies or warnings. Declan stepped closer, placing himself between her and the crea

said, its tone like distant thunder. "R

rn?" she retorted, her voice defiant. "I'm hunting. Th

rm but laced with concern. "Listen to

slightly, blocking the sinking sun. "Time is sh

she snapped, turning to track the stag's trail again, but suddenly her head felt light

round. His face paled as he looked at her, and then he saw it-b

wetness. "I... I'm fine," she insisted, but her voice was faint, her le

y, his strong arms cradling her, his spear abandoned on the ground. The griffin stood watching

She leaned against his chest, hearing his rapid heartbeat, feeling his worry pulse through their bond. T

body was warm, an anchor amidst the fog clouding her mind. When they reached the camp, night preparations w

ded, his voice ringing thro

ht of Saoirse in Declan's arms. "What happened?" she demanded,

etched with worry as he knelt beside her, wiping the blood from her nose with his sleeve. "Y

t weak on her lips. "Just a nosebl

I was too stubbo

ed with a rare uncertainty. "That griffin... it knew somethi

loths. She examined Saoirse swiftly, listening to her breathing, checking her pulse, asking questions S

draining her strength. Give her rest, water, and this brew." She handed Declan a pouch

ed, he sat beside her, taking her hand in a tight grip. "You heard her

ng with fatigue. "I hate feeling w

in. He lay beside her, pulling her into his arms. "You're ju

ifted shut, her mind lingering on the griffin and its cryptic warning. Dusk has fal

ns. Night enveloped Lugh's Claw, and for now, the answers to those questions remained hi