Chapter 12: The War for the Luna
559 Words
They came at dawn.
Bloodroot.
Fifty warriors strong.
Liam at the front.
Not with peace.
Not with apologies.
But with intent to take.
To reclaim what he thought still belonged to him.
Kael stood on the edge of Stormfang’s border, shirtless beneath his leather jacket, eyes glowing, power pulsing through the ground beneath his boots.
Jace was beside him, weapons strapped across his chest.
And behind them Aria.
Hair braided down her back. Kael’s mark fresh and raw on her neck.
Dressed in black.
Not like a rogue.
Not like a scared girl.
Like a Luna.
Liam’s wolf paced behind his eyes as he approached, his Beta beside him.
“She was ours first,” Liam said coldly. “You know the law.”
Kael’s lip curled. “You rejected her. I claimed her.”
“She was marked as a Bloodroot wolf.”
“And she rejected you. And your pack. Out loud. I was there.”
Liam’s voice rose. “The bond was fated!”
“And you broke it,” Aria snapped, stepping forward.
Liam blinked at her. “You let him mark you?”
She didn’t flinch.
She tilted her chin higher.
“He didn’t let me go. He chose me. He saw the scars and still wanted me.”
“You’re mine,” Liam growled.
Kael moved so fast no one saw it coming.
Boom.
His fist collided with Liam’s jaw again, this time enhanced by Alpha rage and a completed mate bond.
Liam flew back into the mud.
Stormfang wolves growled.
Bloodroot warriors shifted.
It was on.
The battle exploded in full.
Claws tore through air.
Teeth met fur.
Aria didn’t stand back.
She shifted white fur glowing in the sunrise and launched into the fight beside Kael.
She took down a warrior twice her size.
Dodged another.
Protected the pups who'd run for the trees.
And when Liam came back limping, snarling, desperate he aimed for her.
But Kael got there first.
He shifted mid-air.
And ripped Liam’s Beta’s throat out.
Blood sprayed.
Liam fell to his knees.
Kael loomed over him in wolf form, growling deep and low.
Liam shifted back, panting, bloodied.
And looked at Aria with the last bit of pride he had.
“Was it worth it?” he rasped.
Aria walked forward, never breaking eye contact.
“I survived you,” she said coldly. “And now I lead a pack that would die for me.”
Then she turned her back on him.
And Kael finished it.
By nightfall, Bloodroot was scattered.
Those who surrendered were escorted off Stormfang territory banished permanently.
And Liam?
Dead.
Unmourned.
Unworthy.
The Stormfang bonfire lit the sky that night.
Aria stood on the Alpha balcony, looking down at the wolves cheering below.
Kael came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder.
“You were… lethal,” he said softly.
She smiled. “You weren’t too bad yourself.”
“You’re my Luna now.”
“I always was,” she said. “I just didn’t know it yet.”
He turned her to face him, eyes burning.
“And now that the war is over…”
“Yes?” she whispered.
Kael’s voice dropped, hungry and possessive.
“I’m going to make you scream my name until the moon gets jealous.”
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