THE LAST ALPHA
389 Words
The walls of Moonridge Academy had never felt so small.
Mira stood frozen in the library’s echoing silence, Elias’s words still sinking into her bones.
“You’re the last living blood of the lost Alpha line.”
The Blackfang Pack. A name whispered in caution. A family wiped from history—some said by betrayal, others by war. No one had ever told her that the blood in her veins could bring down empires.
Her voice was a whisper. "Why me?"
Elias looked at her—not with pity, but reverence. "Because you survived. And the moon never forgets its chosen."
Kael leaned back against the shelf, arms crossed. "When word gets out, the Elders will want to control you. Or eliminate you. They’ve buried the Blackfang legacy for a reason."
"And Lyra?" Mira asked. Her heart ached with the weight of too many questions.
Kael shrugged. "She’ll see you as a threat to her title, her family… and her pride."
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Meanwhile, in the council chamber hidden deep beneath the academy, six cloaked figures sat in a circle, murmuring.
A silver wolf pendant spun slowly on the table between them, marked with Mira’s energy.
"It’s true," one Elder rasped. "The Blackfang child lives."
"She’s awakened the bond. She’s accessed moonfire."
Another voice sneered, "Then she’s a weapon. And weapons can be used… or broken."
A third raised their head. "Not if she’s protected by Elias Storm."
Silence. That name carried weight. The Storm heir had power—and loyalty the council couldn’t break.
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Back at the academy, Mira sat alone in her room, a storm raging outside the window. Her thoughts were louder.
She had never asked to be special.
She had never wanted a legacy.
And yet, here she was—an orphaned servant with a bloodline powerful enough to reshape the entire hierarchy.
The pendant around her neck shimmered faintly. When she touched it, she felt something stir inside her. Not just the bond… but something older. Wilder. Like a sleeping voice awakening.
A knock broke her trance.
Elias stepped in, drenched from the rain, eyes soft.
"You’re not alone in this," he said gently.
Mira looked up, her voice steady now. "I don’t want a throne."
"Good," he replied. "Because fate didn’t give you one."
"It gave you a war."
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