The Lycan’s Witch Luna

Eleven

Kaiden

“And you’re sure that’s it?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

Emma nodded as she sat on the bed. She had given me the same response as Lila. It was almost like they had practiced it together. Something wasn’t right. I had thought that they were enemies disguised as people in need of help, but right now, that seemed to be a stretch. Both of them were claiming memory loss. A stupid way of evading the truth.

“Alright,” I said. “Get some rest. We will get you a place to stay tomorrow.”

Her bright blue eyes glimmered in excitement.

“Thank you, Alpha,” she said.

I nodded and clenched my jaws before stepping out of the room. When the door closed behind us, Alex came forward.

“Are you believing that crap?” He asked.

I folded my arms and sighed.

“No. But there’s something about them I am yet to understand.”

Alex furrowed his brows.

“What’s that?”

“I have yet to come across a werewolf scent from them,” I replied. “The only scent that’s coming off them is that of the people they’ve encountered.”

“You think they are hiding their scent?”

I unfolded my arms and shoved them into the pockets of my jeans.

“I’m not sure. Only tightly trained wolves can do that,” I replied. “And if they are….”

“That means that they are intruders,” Alex completed.

I sighed with a nod.

Alex ran his hands through his brown hair. It looked like he was panicking. He wasn’t taking this as I expected him to.

“Alex. I want you to keep an eye on Emma for a while,” I said.

He turned to me shocked. He was completely baffled.

“Me? Why do I have to keep an eye on her? You could send Dominic,” he pointed out.

“We both saw what happened to him when I gave him the task,” I reminded him. “These girls are stronger than we both think. If they can move faster than Dominic can blink, it means we are in a deep situation.”

Alex sighed and ran his fingers through his hair again. He still didn’t look like he loved the job.

“Fine,” he replied. “It’s not like I have a choice anyway.”

I smiled and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t do it like an order. Think of it like protecting the pack from a worse possible outcome,” I said.

“And where are you heading?”

I clenched my jaws and my mind went back to Lila. I didn’t expect her to accept my proposal to leave. It could mean that she had expected this and ran with it. But no. That couldn’t be it. This girl seemed harmless.

I could remember vividly. She had been picking herbs in the woods that night. Maybe she was a healer? If she did, she would have known how to take care of her injuries. Or maybe she was just an apprentice.

There was so much I didn’t know about her. And worst of all, she was my mate. That was the worst possible outcome of it. My wolf, Ramon, had been restless ever since she left. And the least I had to do was find her and make sure that she was safe.

“Kaiden?” Alex called, snapping his fingers at my face and bringing me back to the hallway.

I sighed and rubbed my forehead.

“I’m going to find her friend,” I said.

I still hadn’t told him that she was my mate. Alex was my best friend and my beta. He needed to know everything about me. If I were lying to him, I couldn’t do it for long. That was why I had to be quick and find out as much about her. When I knew she wasn’t an intruder from an enemy, then I would trust Alex.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” He asked. “Leaving the pack at such a fragile time isn’t the best idea.”

He was talking about Jethro. I had likely instigated a battle between us after our last encounter. Jethro wasn’t someone who would back down easily from a fight. And he also knew that he didn’t stand a chance against me. This meant that he was planning something else if he decided to attack. Something big and lethal.

“I’ll be back before daybreak,” I said.

Alex nodded and reached for the doorknob.

“Take care of yourself.”

I chuckled and gave him a wink before walking off.

Outside, the evening sun bathed my skin with its warm light. A lot was going on in the shadows that the pack didn’t know about. I had to find my mate quickly and neutralize her if she was a threat before I could think about Jethro.

With that, I got into the car and drove off into the sunset.

***

Jethro

The room was a battlefield of my own making, glass shards glittering on the floor like fallen stars. I hurled a chair against the wall, its wooden frame splintering with a satisfying crack. Roland’s face—his lifeless eyes staring from that blood-soaked cloth—burned in my mind, fueling the fire in my chest.

My beta, my brother in all but blood, was gone. Kaiden’s smug grin as he tossed the package at my feet replayed, each memory a fresh wound. That Lycan bastard thought he could waltz into my territory, flaunt his kill, and walk away?

He needed to be tamed—no, destroyed. My fists clenched, nails biting into my palms, as I swept a lamp off the desk, its crash echoing my rage. The Ironfang pack would not bow to his arrogance.

I grabbed a decanter from the shelf, its amber contents sloshing, and smashed it against the hearth. The sharp scent of whiskey mingled with the metallic tang of Roland’s blood still lingered in my nose.

Kaiden wasn’t just a rival; he was a curse, a “demon wolf” tearing through borders, leaving chaos. Winthoven’s ashes proved it—claw marks, dead witches, a m******e he likely caused, then dared to deny. I’d make him pay. Silver chains weren’t enough; I needed something to break him, to rip that smug confidence from his bones. My mind churned—poison, traps, an ambush with every Delta I had. He was stronger, faster, but I’d find a way. I always did.

The room’s wreckage surrounded me: shattered glass, splintered wood, a torn tapestry hanging like a corpse. I kicked a broken table leg, sending it skidding across the floor, and roared, the sound raw and primal. Roland deserved better than to be a trophy for Kaiden’s ego.

I would gut him, tear his pack apart, burn his world to ash like he had done to Winthoven. My hands shook, rage and grief twisting into a knot I couldn’t untangle. I reached for another chair, ready to smash it, when a sharp knock cut through the chaos.

The door creaked open before I could respond. Celine stepped inside, her presence like a cool breeze cutting through the storm. My Luna, her raven hair pulled tight, silver eyes glinting with a fire that matched my own. Her black dress hugged her frame, unruffled by the destruction around her. She surveyed the room, her lips a thin line, but didn’t flinch.

“I need to be alone,” I growled, turning away, my voice rough with grief. I didn’t want her pity, not now.

“There’s a way to stop Kaiden,” Celine said, her tone steady, cutting through my haze like a blade.

I froze, my hand still gripping a broken shelf. I turned, eyes narrowing.

“How do you know?” My voice was low, suspicion mingling with hope. Celine wasn’t one for empty words.

She stepped closer, her gaze unwavering.

“I watched from the upstairs window when he came. Saw you open that package. Felt the same rage you did.” Her voice hardened, a rare edge to it. “I want him to end him as much as you do.”

My heart pounded, the grief giving way to a flicker of purpose.

“What do I do?” I asked, stepping over the debris, my eyes locked on hers.

Celine’s lips curved slightly, not a smile but a promise.

“Promise to listen carefully,” she said. “Every word.”

I nodded, my fists unclenching for the first time since Kaiden left. Whatever she had planned, I was ready.