chapter 5
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Finally, he reached out to smooth the stray strands of hair from my forehead, his tone gentle: "Don't worry, just rest and recover. Tomorrow I'll take you back to the tribe, all right?"
My docility had successfully deceived them.
By evening, the doctor no longer watched me take my medicine, and the Beta guards began chatting idly, no longer scrutinising my every move.
As night fell, I waited quietly for my chance.
The ten-minute shift change between Betas was the weakest link in the entire surveillance system.
I fixed my gaze on the duty Beta, silently chanting: May misfortune befall him! Soon, the duty Beta clutched his stomach, his face contorted.
He dashed towards the lavatory, locked the door, and the sound of agonised retching echoed from within.
The moonstone overhead, responsible for illumination, flickered a few times before plunging the room into complete darkness.
I swiftly pulled out the IV tube, rolled off the bed, and pried open the ward window.
The night wind was bone-chillingly cold, yet I felt more alert than ever.
Facing the Bloodmoon Pack's ironclad defences, escaping unscathed was my greatest test.
I drew a deep breath as the power of the Moon Goddess surged within me, granting me a surge of luck.
A miracle occurred! A herbalist's cart, unloading its cargo, happened to be parked not far from me, offering a convenient means of escape.
Hearing the guards' howls, I darted into the deepest recesses of the cart, my heart pounding.
The vehicle started up, carrying me away from this prison.
The night breeze on the streets dispelled the lingering dizziness from the special sedative. I was free.
I entered an all-night communications station, removed the moonstone bracelet from my wrist, and traded it with them.
It was my mother's keepsake, my last remnant of her.
But what did these worldly possessions matter compared to avenging my fallen kin?
I penned down the crimes of the Bloodmoon Pack, word by word, my fingers trembling with fury. Tears fell silently, yet I steadfastly completed this first step of vengeance.
"The Bloodmoon Pack is steeped in blood! Murder and human sacrifice!"
I hired the communication station's werewolves to relay this message to all major wolf councils and tribal alliances, while simultaneously dispatching the station's most elite Beta to swiftly deliver it to renowned wolf elders across the tribes.
The news spread like wildfire. By dawn the following day, the Bloodmoon Pack's reputation had plummeted.
The following day, Alpha Thorne appeared before the wolf tribe council's interrogation, weary as he faced the elders' questioning.
Selena rushed to the healers' quarters, her facial wounds now severely infected.
My power of the Moon Goddess's ill fortune is far stronger than I imagined.
A storm of public opinion is not enough. I demand the utter annihilation of the Bloodmoon Pack.
I began digging into the Bloodmoon Pack's dark secrets and hostile tribes.
The fully awakened power of the Moon Goddess boiled within me, its thirst for release palpable.
The "good fortune" the Bloodmoon Pack has accumulated over the years shall be transformed into "misfortune" by my hand.
This is my vengeance, and destiny's backlash.
A week later, the Bloodmoon Pack faced a sudden territorial crisis as several key hunting grounds were seized by neighbouring tribes.
Another week passed, and their Moonlight Spring was exposed as containing corrosive toxins, causing the Bloodmoon Pack's reputation to plummet.
And I need only lightly wield the fully awakened power of the Moon Goddess for the Bloodmoon Pack's dark secrets to be exposed one by one; need only focus my mind slightly to bestow misfortune upon the Bloodmoon Pack for their crisis to escalate further.
Selena became my favourite plaything, and I prepared various "gifts" especially for her.
The witchcraft shop she invested in was consumed by fire, leaving her utterly ruined.
Freshly stitched wounds burst open again from her agitation, and those that should have healed only worsened, festering and spreading.
The once-radiant Moon Witch was now unrecognisable, resembling a malevolent spectre.
I studied the secret correspondence sent by the Beta I dispatched. Within a month, the pair had gone from sweet nothings to tearing each other apart.
"Didn't you claim the Moon Goddess's power could cure my lycanthropy? Why has my condition worsened?" Alpha Thorne's voice in the recording brimmed with despair and fury.
Selena countered hysterically: "Shut up! It's your wretched fate that backfired on me! You're dragging me down!"
After reading the secret message, I murmured softly, "Wolves will tear each other apart. I needn't lift a finger; they'll destroy one another."
The Bloodmoon Pack panicked and turned to the Moon Goddess for help.
The 'Prophet of the Moon' they'd paid handsomely for broke his leg upon entering the tribe, while another elder, supposedly blessed by the Moon Goddess, fled in the dead of night, leaving only a prophecy: the Bloodmoon Pack's fate was sealed.
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