The Alphas Triplets

The Attack - Part 2

The light swallowed everything.

I wasn’t standing anymore. I was falling through it - through the sound of my own pulse, through centuries of memory that weren’t mine. Wolves howled inside that light, thousands of voices joining into one vast chord. Somewhere above them the Moon shone, and her glow I saw the Goddess again, watching.

You asked for strength, she said. Now take it.

The pain came then - not pain like a wound, but pressure, like every bone in my body had remembered it’s truest shape and refused to wait another heartbeat to find it. The world bent around me, my breath a roar. Heat exploded along my spine, and the ground rose up to catch me.

When I opened my eyes, the forest was sharper, every leaf etched in moonlight. My heartbeat echoed in the earth. I looked down and saw paws - silver-black fur rippling with light, claws sunk into the soil. The scent of fear, blood, rain, and pine flooded my senses all at once

Jennie, Emma whispered, her voice no longer inside me but beside me. You are whole now.

The battlefield stretched before us. Rogues tore through the clearing, but the moment they saw me they faltered. Light spilled from my coat with each breath, a shimmer that painted the blood-moon silver again. James and Lilly turned- two wolves flanking me, eyes wide with recognition.

“Royal Star,” I heard someone gasp. Maybe Marcus. Maybe my mother. The words barely reached me.

Instinct took over. I moved - faster than thought, fast than fear. Wherever I leapt, rogues scattered. I didn’t strike; I pushed. The light from my claws flared when it touched them, and they crumbled as if the energy itself drove them back into the dark.

A shadow lunged from the tree line. Carter. His eyes burned the same sick amber I’d seen earlier. For a heartbeat the memory of the boy he’d been flickered beneath the monster he’d become. “You were supposed to be mine!” He shouted, voice warped.

I hesitated. The hesitation nearly killed me. His claws raked my side - not breaking skin, but burning with that same corrupt mark.

Emma growled. No mercy for the fallen.

I met his eyes. “You chose this.” My voice came out half human, half thunder. Light surged from my chest, hurling him backward into the trees. The glow dimmed, and when it cleared, he was gone. Only the echo of his scream lingered.

When silence finally returned, the rogues were retreating. My father stood among the warriors, his sword dripping rain, not blood. The crimson moon faded to pale silver again.

I felt my strength ebb. The light withdrew into my skin, fur melting back into flesh. My knees hit the earth. The world tilted. Someone caught me - my mother, I think, her ares tight, voice breaking.

“Jennie, breathe. You’re safe.”

Safe. The word felt strange. The clearing was a ruin of torn ground and broken branches, but my family was alive. The pack was alive.

The Moon hung above us, calm now, the color of new snow. I raised my trembling hand. The silver crescent on my palm shone once, bright as dawn.

Then everything went quiet.