Chapter Two - The Moonborn
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Chapter Two
The Moonborn
The silence lasted exactly three seconds.
Then chaos erupted.
“No…”
“Did you hear that?”
“The Moon Goddess spoke.”
“It isn’t possible.”
I stayed on my knees, unable to move.
The agony from the rejection was gone.
Completely gone.
In its place was something… different.
Power.
It rolled beneath my skin like liquid silver, warm and alive, pulsing in time with my heartbeat.
Tiny strands of moonlight curled around my fingertips before disappearing again.
I stared at them in horror.
“What…?”
Every eye in the hall was fixed on me.
Not with pity anymore.
With fear.
Elder Rowan stumbled backwards, his weathered face almost as white as his ceremonial robes.
“It has been over a thousand years,” he whispered.
“No…” another elder breathed. “The bloodline died.”
“It couldn’t have.”
“It did.”
“I watched the last Moonborn burn.”
The words washed over me without meaning.
Moonborn?
I’d never heard the term before.
Kael hadn’t moved.
His expression had changed from cold certainty to stunned disbelief.
“What is this?” he demanded.
No one answered.
The Beta stepped forward instead.
Marcus.
Tall. Broad. Kael’s right-hand man since they were teenagers.
His green eyes met mine for the briefest moment.
Something flashed across his face.
Not surprise.
Recognition.
My stomach tightened.
He knew.
He knew exactly what had happened.
“Rowan,” Kael barked. “Answer me.”
The elder swallowed.
“I cannot.”
“You will.”
“The legends…”
“I don’t care about legends.”
“They weren’t legends.”
A hush fell over the room again.
Rowan slowly turned towards the gathered pack.
“My father told me stories his father swore were true.”
“No one has spoken of them for centuries.”
“Because every Moonborn was hunted to extinction.”
Cold crept down my spine.
Hunted?
“For what?” Kael asked.
The elder looked at me.
“Because one Moonborn is worth more than an army.”
The room exploded with murmurs.
“No…”
“It can’t be.”
“I thought they were myths.”
Rowan ignored them.
“When a Moonborn awakens…” His voice shook. “…every Alpha on the continent feels it.”
A horrible feeling settled in my stomach.
“What do you mean… feels it?”
No one answered.
Instead…
A deafening howl echoed across the mountains.
Then another.
Then another.
Not Blackwood wolves.
Foreign wolves.
Far away.
Calling.
Answering.
As though something had just announced itself to the world.
Nora grabbed my arm.
“Isla…”
Her voice trembled.
“I think they’re coming.”
⸻
Two thousand miles away…
Alpha Ronan Vale looked up from the battlefield.
His warriors immediately fell silent.
The wind had changed.
He closed his eyes.
There.
A scent.
Not flowers.
Not rain.
Moonlight.
Impossible.
His wolf surged violently beneath his skin.
Find her.
His golden eyes snapped open.
“Prepare the jet.”
His Beta frowned.
“We’re in the middle of negotiations.”
“They’re over.”
“My Alpha?”
“The Moonborn lives.”
⸻
Another continent.
Another Alpha.
Cassian Ashcroft laughed as two women argued over who would spend the evening in his penthouse.
Then his smile disappeared.
The room suddenly felt… brighter.
He pressed a hand against his chest.
His wolf had gone completely still.
Waiting.
Listening.
His phone rang.
He answered without looking.
“What?”
“The signal was real.”
Cassian was already walking towards the elevator.
“Find her.”
⸻
Back in Blackwood Hall…
The first crash came from outside.
The massive front gates.
Another crash.
Louder this time.
A guard burst through the doors, blood running down the side of his face.
“Alpha!”
Kael turned instantly.
“What happened?”
The guard struggled to catch his breath.
“Wolves.”
“Which pack?”
The guard’s terrified eyes shifted towards me.
“Not one pack.”
My blood ran cold.
“How many?”
The guard swallowed.
“…Thousands.”
The celebration hall emptied of joy in an instant.
Warriors raced for weapons.
Children were hurried out through side doors.
Mothers clutched their families close.
The festive music had stopped.
Only panic remained.
Kael looked at me.
Really looked at me.
For the first time all day.
The certainty he’d worn at the altar was gone.
“What have you done?” he asked.
The accusation hit harder than the rejection.
Tears burned behind my eyes.
“I’ve done nothing.”
His jaw tightened.
“This started because of you.”
“No.”
I took one shaky step backwards.
“This started because you never believed me.”
His expression flickered.
Before he could answer…
The doors exploded inward.
Wood splintered across the marble floor.
Every warrior shifted into a fighting stance.
A lone figure walked through the smoke.
Tall.
Broad.
Black coat.
Silver hair tied at the nape of his neck.
His golden eyes settled directly on me.
Not on Kael.
Not on the warriors.
Me.
A slow smile spread across his face.
“There you are.”
The stranger inclined his head.
His voice was calm.
Almost gentle.
“I’ve been searching for you for four hundred years.”
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