Episode 11
720 Words
The silver light vanished as suddenly as it had appeared.
Silence gripped the forest.
The Alpha King stood protectively before Lyria, his massive black wolf shielding her from the warriors surrounding them.
No one moved.
No one dared breathe.
Then Alpha Darius smiled.
It was a smile filled with victory.
So the prophecy was true after all.
He slowly drew his sword.
I spent twenty years searching for the woman chosen by the Moon Goddess, and she walked into the palace without anyone realizing who she was.
The Alpha King shifted back into his human form. His clothes were torn from the transformation, but the fury in his silver eyes was enough to make every warrior hesitate.
Take one more step toward her, and I will tear you apart.
Darius laughed.
You cannot protect her forever.
He raised his hand.
Archers.
Dozens of bows were lifted at once.
Their arrows were not ordinary weapons.
Each arrowhead had been dipped in wolfsbane.
Lyria's heart pounded.
The Alpha King spread his arms, shielding her with his own body.
Stay behind me.
You will be hit.
His voice remained calm.
Not while I am breathing.
For the first time since meeting him, Lyria saw no hesitation in his eyes.
He was no longer denying her.
He was choosing her.
Darius lowered his hand.
Fire.
The arrows filled the night sky.
The Alpha King moved like lightning.
He knocked dozens aside before they reached Lyria, but there were too many.
One arrow pierced his shoulder.
Another struck his side.
A third buried itself deep in his back.
Blood splashed across the grass.
Lyria screamed his name as he dropped to one knee.
The warriors cheered.
Darius walked forward slowly.
Even the strongest Alpha falls before enough poison.
The Alpha King struggled to stand.
Blood ran down his arm, yet he refused to move away from Lyria.
Run.
She shook her head.
I am not leaving you.
You must.
His breathing became uneven.
They are after the babies.
Tears filled her eyes.
I cannot lose you.
Darius stopped only a few feet away.
How touching.
He lifted his sword.
Move aside, King.
I only need a woman.
The Alpha King slowly rose again.
As long as I live...
...You will never touch my mate.
A cold wind swept through the forest.
Dark clouds covered the moon.
The trees began to shake violently.
Every werewolf looked toward the sky.
An elderly warrior standing beside Darius suddenly fell to his knees.
The Blood Moon...
It is returning.
Darius frowned.
That is impossible.
The Blood Moon had disappeared only days ago.
It should not rise again.
Yet the crimson glow spread across the heavens.
A deep female voice echoed through the forest.
It was neither human nor a wolf.
It carried the power of the Moon Goddess herself.
The chosen heirs shall not fall before their time.
Every wolf in the forest instinctively bowed.
Even Darius took an unwilling step backward.
Lyria felt warmth spread through her body.
The pain in her stomach disappeared.
A silver mark appeared on the inside of her wrist.
The Alpha King's eyes widened.
The Luna Mark.
Only the true Queen bears that mark.
Darius stared at it with hatred.
Kill her now.
Before anyone could obey, a powerful wave of silver light burst from Lyria's body.
The shockwave threw every warrior backward.
The ground split open between Lyria and Darius, creating a deep chasm.
Dust and smoke filled the air.
When the wind finally settled...
Lyria was gone.
The Alpha King looked around wildly.
Lyria.
There was no answer.
Darius searched the forest in disbelief.
She vanished.
No tracks.
No scent.
Nothing.
The Alpha King slowly closed his eyes.
He could still feel the mating bond.
She was alive.
But she was no longer anywhere near the battlefield.
Far away, inside an ancient temple hidden deep within the Sacred Mountains, Lyria opened her eyes.
She lay on a stone altar surrounded by glowing silver crystals.
An old woman dressed in white robes smiled gently at her.
At last.
The last Luna has come home.
Lyria sat up in confusion.
Where am I
The old woman's smile faded.
You are the only person who can stop the war.
But first...
You must learn why your children were chosen before they were even conceived.
- Writer
