MOONS OF THE RIFT

Ten: New

e blood-stained earth. The smell of smoke still lingered in the air, mingled with the metall

e horizon, where the sun climbed steadily, promising a new day-and a new beginning. Beside her, Riven remained

etly. "We need to rebuild. To prepare. The bet

ot broken. We need allies, Elara. Old rivalries mu

's. It was Kaelen, the leader of the Nightclaws, a once-rival werewolf pack that had skirt

steady. "Lucien's threat isn't just against your pack

l known - some called him ruthless, others wise. But there was no

y should we trust you? Your pack has clash

survive. And because the moons are aligning again. The next ritual will be unlike an

but resolute. The fight had been brutal, and the cost was heavy. The betra

ers, the outliers, even those who question our leadership. If

st, we need to strengthen your defenses. The betrayer-Koran-has co

en himself? What's he planning next

werewolf clans, promising power to those who join him. He's building an army unl

heard whispered since childhood was no long

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et woods that bordered the encampment. The scars of the battle were visible even here - brok

startled he

la

forest seeming to suit him. There was an unspoken tension in the air - an all

of this pack," he said softl

t's my burden. But I

er. "You don't have

e between them seemed to narrow. But Elara pulled back,

an muster. Not just from allies

d, under

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lanning their next moves. The wounds they bore w

eep," Dorian said grimly. "We

n. "Then we take control. We train harder,

heart. Without her, this pack loses its way. We n

breathless. "Pack of outsiders approachin

"Prepare yourselves. Th

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chamber, eyes glowing faintly with malice. His fingers ta

them," he muttered. "But they un

- Koran, his once-loyal informa

oon approaches. The packs unite. But they sti

se, and the skies will darken with the howl of my army. No one w

g. "The time for shadows is ov

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d Riven met beside a small fire. The stars glittere

soft. "We're fighting for something more. For love. For fa

ouch grounding and fierce. "Whate

their faces, illuminating a m

they allowed themselve

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together by hope and desperation. But it was

of wolves echoed through the night - a haun

ing for the moment when the world would t

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e chill that clung to the night air. Around them, the camp was slowly settling into uneasy silence, the exha

he fragile hope that still flickered like a dying ember. She felt the weight of destiny pressing down on her chest, a relentless reminder that t

warmth of his hand holding hers, was a balm to the storm raging inside her heart. Their journey had b

le, "if this is what hope feels like. Fragile,

ncing flames. "Hope is what keeps us alive. What makes

e saw not just the fierce alpha she had come to trust but the man who car

, "if we're strong enough? If the pack

esolve returned. "I do. Every day. But strength isn't just about power or fighting

g between them. In that connection was a promise - to stand tog

couts whispered among themselves, sharing wary glances. Bonds were reforge

wrapped in caution; Ember and Dorian, fiercely loyal warriors with their own ghosts

n. Each had faced their own losses, their own battl

ht on the battlefield but a poison that threatened to corrupt from within. His charm, his manipulations, his promi

ght chil

o steeled

like a lifeline. "We'll need to be smarter than ever. Str

will watch each other's backs. We'll hu

g blossoming - the kind forged not only in

t deepened, wrapping the camp in quiet shadows. Yet even in darkness,

ertain, paved with danger and sacrifice. But with Riven by her side, and a new alliance

the moon hung low on the horizon, a pale silver promi

of wolves echoed - a haunting symphony of