Alpha and the Luna of power

s running a few meters from me. Knowing they are just Joe and Tim

the rich tones of his fur gleaming in the soft light of the moon. Watching him from behind, I notice the way his movements are so graceful but powerful at the same time. Every

the Boundary Line ahead of us, Alpha Mike maintains a quiet authority that puts everyone at ease. But the unea

s voice comes through the mind-l

ply, my voice barely audible, even th

ing in dread and anxiety as we move closer and closer to the Boundary Line. The closer

an ordinary line, but this is no ordinary line. It holds so much power that when you're a

invisible force is trying to pull you back. Some wolves say it's a pressure on your mind, others claim they fee

one who did everything with a quiet confidence. I think of her now and feel a pang of longing. Maybe that's

as Alpha Mike begins to slow. His head turns ba

usual. It sends a shiver down my spine. I've never been this close-or even seen-

sible under the moonlight. But somehow, I know its importance

in command, asks, his voice a

f us follow suit, stepping cautiously into the unknown. Mike crosses first, his massive form easily straddling the line

I stare at it. The stories flood my mind-tales of wolves who've tried to cross and felt

p forward. Hesitantly, I pla

and sudden. My mind screams at me to retreat. The stories were right. It does feel like something invisible is trying to

rges me, her voice low

four of my paws are over, it feels like my head is being squeezed together. My breath catches in my throat, and for a momen

h the others. My legs shake with the effort, but I don't let it show. As I approach him, he nuzzles h

fering him a small smile in return. I don't feel great. I feel disorie

ike notifies us, his voice firm as always, but with an und

thin me. My wolf stirs as well, her energy crackling with something unfam

but the feeling lingers. My skin tingles as if someth

I ask my wolf, my min

e uncertainty in her presence. Then, aft

on enough,' she says,

s the question echoes in my mind. What does

in the air. My father is leading the way, his focus unwavering. Joe and

ge. As we move deeper into the Dark Moon Pack's territory

er, the sounds of the night fading into an eerie silence. The moonlight filters through the trees, casting long s

niable. Alpha Tristan. My heart skips a beat. His gaze is locked on us as we approach, his eyes gleaming in

one thing for sure: this mo