The Alphas Triplets

The Attack - Part 1

The night of the Blood-Moon celebration began like every story my mother used to tell around the fire - music, laughter, and the sense that nothing bad could’ve reach us while the moon was kind.

The great hall was alive with lantern light and the smell of roasted meat. Wolves from every allied town ack filled the room, their voices blending into low, contented roar. My mother looked radiant in silver, my father proud beside her. Even James and Lilly managed not to argue.

I wore the violet dress. The fabric shimmered under the torches as if remembering the dream where I first touched it. When I moved, faint trails of light followed, disappearing before anybody els could see.

People danced. I tried to. Yet beneath the laughter, something in the air vibrated - off-key, like string tuned too tight.

Emma stirred. The night holds its breath.

I forced a smile when guests greeted me.

“The youngest Luna of the triplets,” someone said. “Soon to find her mate.” I laughed politely, but the sound felt hollow.

Then the music faltered. For an instant everyone turned toward the windows. The moon outside was rising through thin clouds, it’s usual silver already bleeding red.

A murmur rippled through the crowd. My father lifted his glass. “It is a sign of strength,” he said. “The Blood Moon blesses the Red Moon Pack tonight.”

The guests cheered, reassured. Only my mother’s hand tightened around her goblet.

Later, when the feast ended and the torches burned lower, I slipped outside for air. The celebration behind me dulled to a heartbeat of music. The forest looked different under the crimson light - beautiful, but wrong.

The scent hit me first: smoke. Then the sound - soft at first, a crunch of leaves, a whisper that wasn’t the wind.

Emma’s voice sharpened. Not wind. Feet. Many.

“Patrol?” I whispered.

No. Too quiet for trained wolves.

I reached for the small dagger hidden in the folds of my dress. The blade felt cool, grounding. My pulse matched the drums from the hall - steady, faster, faster.

A howl split the air, long and broken. The music inside stopped. Another howl answered, closer, and then the night erupted into chaos.

The doors burst open behind me. Warriors spilled out shouting orders. My father’s voice thundered above them calling for defense lines. From the tree line, shape’s moved- wolves, too lean, too many. Their eyes glowed amber instead of gold.

Rogues.

The came like shadows given form. The first wave hit the outer guards; steel flashed, teeth clashed. I ran toward my siblings. James had already shifted, his dark wolf form throwing back two attackers. Lilly stood beside him, silver-blond fur streaked with moonlight.

“Stay close!” James barked through the link.

“I can fight!” I shouted. But my body shook - not from fear, from pressure. The mark on my palm blazed got, burning through the fabric of my glove.

Now, Emma whispered. She calls you.

The sky deepened to crimson. My vision narrowed until all I saw was light - silver pouring from my hands, crawling up my arms, racing across my skin like veins of fire.

“Jennie!” Lilly’s voice reached me, distant and terrified.

I tried to answer, but the world tilted. The forest, the battle, even the sound of my own breathing dissolved into the hum of the moon itself.