LUNA REBORN: THE SHE-WOLF'S REIGN

Abigail’s POV The scent of blood clung to the wind like a curse. I stumbled forward, my breathing ragged, my limbs screaming in protest. The world around me blurred into a nightmare of fire, death, and betrayal. My pack’s village, once thriving under my father’s rule, was reduced to smoldering ruins. Charred wood crackled in the flames, and the once-proud banners of Whitefang fluttered in tatters. Bodies lay scattered across the dirt, wolves in both human and beast form, their lifeless eyes reflecting the moon’s cruel glow. My stomach churned at the sight of my people, my family, slaughtered like prey. A fresh wave of agony ripped through my body as I clutched my side, where a deep gash oozed warm blood. I had fought. I had tried. But there was only so much one warrior could do against an ambush orchestrated by monsters disguised as Alphas. Victor Bloodfang. The name burned itself into my mind as I pressed my forehead against the damp earth, gasping. That bastard had betrayed us, had led my father to believe they were allying only to strike the moment our defenses were down. I thought back to the way my father, Alpha Gregory Whitefang, had fallen. His silver fur had been slick with blood, his claws locked in a final, desperate struggle against Victor before the enemy Alpha had sunk his fangs into his throat, ripping him apart before my very eyes. A sob clawed its way up my throat, but I swallowed it down. There was no time to grieve. I tried to shift into my wolf form, but my body refused. The silver-laced wounds weakened me, making my wolf sluggish. I cursed under my breath, forcing myself to my feet. If I stayed here, I would die. A faint growl reached my ears. I turned sharply, instincts on edge. From the darkness of the trees, glowing yellow eyes stared back. Victor’s enforcers. A dozen wolves emerged from the treeline, their black and gray fur bristling under the moonlight. They surrounded me in a semicircle, snarling, their claws digging into the scorched earth. The leader, a massive wolf with scars down his flank, shifted into his human form, a tall, broad-shouldered man with cruel eyes and blood staining his knuckles. His lips curled into a smirk. “Well, well,” he drawled. “Look what we have here. The princess of Whitefang, all alone.” I met his gaze with fire in mine. “Come closer, and I’ll rip your throat out.” His laughter was a deep, rumbling thing. “Brave words for someone half-dead.” He wasn’t wrong. My limbs shook, my vision swam, and the coppery taste of my blood coated my tongue. But I would rather die fighting than kneel before my father’s murderer. The wolves lunged. Adrenaline surged through me as I ducked under the first attack, twisting my body to avoid snapping jaws. A sharp claw raked my back, tearing into flesh, but I didn’t stop. I kicked, clawed, and fought, forcing my body to move beyond its limits. One. Two. Three wolves down. But the others kept coming. A set of fangs clamped onto my shoulder, and a searing pain ripped through me. I screamed, barely managing to throw the wolf off, but my balance faltered. I crashed onto my knees, my breath coming in short, labored gasps. Victor’s enforcer smirked. “This is where you die, little princess.” I glared up at him, spitting blood onto the dirt. “Not today.” Before he could react, an arrow whistled through the air and embedded itself in his throat. His eyes widened as he gurgled, clawing at the shaft before collapsing in a heap. Chaos erupted. More arrows rained down, piercing through the attacking wolves with deadly precision. Shadows moved between the trees, fast and silent. A rogue pack. A hand grabbed my wrist. “Move!” a voice commanded. I barely registered the order before I was yanked to my feet. Through the haze of pain, I glimpsed my rescuer, a man with storm-gray eyes, a hood concealing most of his face. He hauled me onto a horse and swung up behind me, his arm locking around my waist. “We’re leaving,” he growled. The last thing I saw as the rogue warriors cut down Victor’s men was the burning ruins of my home, my past, and everything I had ever known. And then, darkness swallowed me whole. Years Later – The Exiled Huntress The crackle of a fire filled the silent night. I sat on the edge of a rocky outcrop, sharpening my blade. The moon bathed the dense forest below in a silver glow, and the distant howls of wolves echoed in the wind. Five years had passed since that night. Five years since I had been left for dead and rescued by the rogues. Since then, I have become one of them. No longer a naive Alpha’s daughter, but a lone wolf forged in blood and survival. I was Abigail White, but my name meant nothing now. To the world, I was dead. And yet, my heart still burned for vengeance. “Lost in thought again?” I turned to see Ivy Mooncrest approaching. Her dark curls framed her sharp features, and the longbow strapped to her back marked her as the huntress she had become. “You’re always brooding up here,” she noted, tossing me a waterskin. “Thinking about him again?” Victor. My grip tightened on my knife. “He’s still out there.” Ivy sighed, plopping down beside me. “You’ve spent years training, Abigail. When are you going to stop planning and start acting?” I took a slow sip of water before responding. “Soon.” I had spent five years sharpening myself into a weapon. Learning to fight, to track, to kill. My time in exile was over. Soon, the world would know that Abigail White was alive. And I was coming for everything they took from me.