Chapter Four :- The Night the Pack Fell
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(Leyla’s POV)
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The night felt… too quiet.Not peaceful. Not calm.Just wrong in a way I couldn’t explain.
Blood Moon usually hummed at night distant laughter, wolves shifting on patrol, the soft sounds of life continuing in the dark.
But today evening, everything felt suspended. Like the world was holding its breath.
I sat on the roof outside my window, wrapped in my shawl, staring at the stars. Warda had gone home early, complaining about a headache. Even the wind felt slow.
My chest felt tight for no reason.
I kept telling myself I was tired.
That tomorrow was another school day. Another normal day.
But I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was coming.
I whispered to the Moon without thinking.
Please keep us safe.
The Moon did not answer.
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I was doing my home work when suddenly I hear the screams, the first scream cut through the silence like a blade.
Not a howl.
A human scream.
Then another.
Then alarms.
Metal bells rang through the pack, loud and frantic. Red lights flared along the borders.
My heart slammed against my ribs.
Rogues.
My father burst into my room, eyes already glowing.
“Leyla. Sami. Hide. Now.”
He dragged my little brother from his bed and shoved us into the storage cellar beneath the house.
“Don’t come out,” he said, voice shaking. “No matter what you hear.”
I clutched Sami to my chest as footsteps thundered above us.
Then the howls started.Not wild. Not chaotic.
Organized.
Too many.
Dozens. Hundreds.
The walls shook.
The sky screamed.
They came like shadows made of teeth.
Mercenaries with silver weapons. Rogues with burned eyes and blood-stained fur. Humans with rifles and chains.
I heard warriors fighting. Heard bodies hit the ground. Heard the sound no one ever forgets
the sound of someone dying too fast.
Fire exploded through the pack.
Houses burned. The infirmary collapsed. The school roof fell in.
I smelled smoke and blood and fear.
Sami was crying silently. I covered his mouth, my own tears blinding me.
Then the cellar door was ripped open.
A man with silver tattoos dragged me out by my hair.
“Here,” he said to someone behind him. “Another one.”
Girls were being pulled from houses.
Crying. Screaming. Bleeding.
Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen,
All of us.
They lined us up in chains.
I saw Warda.
Her face was bruised. Her eyes were wild.
“Leyla,” she whispered. “I’m scared.”
So was I.
But I held her hand anyway.
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They didn’t just kill us.
They erased us.
Warriors were executed in front of us.
Elders burned alive inside the council hall.
The sacred tree the heart of the pack was set on fire.
my mother cried while holding Sami tight, she called my name, try to protest, but in vain
my father tried to reach me, a rogue snapped his neck before he took three steps.
I didn’t scream.
I couldn’t.
My throat felt carved out.
All around me, my world turned into ash.
Blood Moon didn’t fall.
It was slaughtered
They forced us into trucks and cages.
Dozens of girls. Chained. Drugged. Silent.
As we were driven away, I looked back.
My home was gone.
Just smoke,Just fire.
Just ghosts.
Something inside me cracked open.
Not power.
Not anger.
Grief so deep it felt like it might kill me.
And yet… beneath it…
A strange warmth stirred in my chest.
Like something ancient had finally awakened.
The Moon still watched.
And somewhere far away…
Someone felt me disappear.
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