Rachael POV
1229 Words
A figure stepped out of the trees tall, calm, and oddly familiar.
"Who are you?" I asked, my voice louder than I intended, trying to sound bold.
The stranger slowly raised both hands, palms open, showing he meant no harm. His movements were calm and careful, like he knew I was on edge and didn’t want to startle me.
The sunlight slipped through the trees and touched his face, revealing sharp features and steady brown eyes. There was no fear in them, just calm and something else I couldn’t place. Maybe I'm concerned. Maybe kindness.
“I’m Dominic,” he said, his voice low and smooth, not rushed. It carried a quiet strength, the kind that doesn’t need to shout to be heard. “I’m from the Blue Moon Pack.”
My heart jumped at those words. That name still made my stomach twist. But before I could react, he added quickly, “You don’t need to be afraid of me. I’m not here to fight. I’m here to help you.”
Blue Moon Pack? The name hit me like a slap to the chest. My heart tightened so hard it hurt.
I could feel the old anger rising, bubbling under my skin like fire. My claws twitched, nearly pushing out without me even trying. My breathing changed short, sharp, defensive. Every part of me was ready to fight or run.
How could I trust anyone from that pack? The same people who turned on me like I was nothing? The ones who watched me fall and never spoke up? My mind screamed, Don’t trust him. Don’t let him in. Don’t forget what they did.
But then… something in his voice made me pause. It wasn’t loud. I wasn't proud. It was calm, soft, honest…. too honest.
And for the first time in a long time, I hesitated.
He didn’t move closer. He simply stood still, waiting. His eyes were clear. Honest.
Dominic.
He seemed like he truly cared, but I couldn’t just trust him. Not now. Not yet. I folded my arms and took a slow breath.
He has to prove himself, I thought silently. If he’s truly real... he’ll show me.
"Alright," I said finally, my voice low.
He nodded gently and walked over to sit on a fallen log. There was space beside him, but he didn’t tell me to sit. He let me choose. I slowly sat down too.
The silence between us wasn’t uncomfortable. It felt... calming. For the first time in a long while, I didn’t feel hunted.
“I know what they did to you,” Dominic said after a long pause. “The way they treated you... the lies, the banishment. I was there. I didn’t support it. But I was too low in rank to stop it.”
I didn’t answer. My hands clenched into fists.
“You don’t deserve what happened,” he continued. “You’re strong. But you’re also human. You were left alone when you needed someone the most.”
A lump formed in my throat. I looked away, fighting tears.
"That’s okay," I whispered. "I’m still standing."
Dominic slowly turned to look at me, his eyes serious, his voice calm but heavy with meaning. “Ezekiel has changed,” he said quietly. “He’s not the same leader anymore. He doesn’t see things clearly. It’s like his mind has been clouded… like he’s under a spell.”
I turned my face away for a second, the truth hitting me again. Then I looked back at him, my jaw tight, my voice sharp with pain. “By Lucy,” I said bitterly, the name feeling like poison on my tongue.
He nodded. “Yes. That girl is dangerous. She’s not who she pretends to be.”
The anger inside me simmered. “She’s evil,” I said softly, remembering the night everything changed.
Dominic listened closely, his eyes fixed on me.
“I saw her one night,” I began. “It was late. The sky was dark, and I couldn’t sleep. So I walked toward the cliffs near the edge of the pack’s territory.”
He leaned forward.
“There was chanting,” I began, my voice low as the memory came rushing back. “Strange words I couldn’t understand, whispered like a spell in the wind.
The air was thick, heavy, and the sky above looked darker than usual.” I paused, my hands tightening around my knees. “There was a fire burning in the middle of the clearing: bright, wild, almost too big. Shadows moved around it.”
I looked up at Dominic, his eyes locked on mine. “They were people… dressed in long black cloaks. Faces covered. They stood in a circle.
And right there, in the center…” I swallowed hard. “It was Lucy. She wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t hiding. She was leading them.”
Dominic’s breath caught. “A ritual?”
I nodded slowly, the weight of the truth pressing on my chest. “Yes,” I said softly. “She’s part of the Dark Coven.”
Dominic’s eyes widened in disbelief. “The Dark Coven? Are you sure?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
I looked him straight in the eye. “I saw it with my own eyes,” I said firmly. “She bent down and started drawing strange symbols in the dirt. But not with a stick, she used blood. I don’t know whose. The air around her changed. It felt heavier… colder.”
I paused, remembering the fear crawling up my spine that night. “She wasn’t just standing there with them.
She was leading them. Giving orders. And then… her eyes turned red at first. Then black. Pure black. And in that moment, I felt something unnatural, something evil, moving through the air.”
Dominic stood, pacing now. “This changes everything. She’s using dark magic to control Ezekiel, maybe even others in the pack.”
I stood too. “I’ve known for a while. I just didn’t have proof. And when I tried to warn Ezekiel… he banished me. Called me a traitor.”
Dominic turned to me, fire in his eyes. “Then we have to stop her. Before it’s too late.”
I nodded. “Yes. She has a mission. One no one sees but me.”
Dominic stepped closer, his voice firm. “What is it?”
I looked him dead in the eye.
“She’s not after power,” I said slowly, my voice tightening with each word.
“This isn’t just about control or rank. Lucy wants to tear the Blue Moon Pack apart, from the inside. She’s planting lies, turning people against each other, breaking the trust that holds us together.
If no one stops her…” I paused, swallowing hard. “There won’t be a Blue Moon Pack left to save.”
Dominic’s jaw tightened. I saw the fire rise in his eyes. He slowly clenched his fists, knuckles white. Then he stepped closer and looked straight at me.
“Then we stop her,” he said, voice firm like stone. “Whatever it takes. You’re not fighting this alone anymore. I’m with you.”
I looked at him, my voice steady.
“Yes,” I said slowly. “She has a mission…
And I must put it to an end.
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