Crimson Moon Pact

The boy who learnt to bite

Aliyah Silverstone

We have a situation,

The Blood River Park has infiltrated our territory. They are challenging us to a duel requesting specifically for your presence commander. My beta, Reina, read the letter delivered by the Blood River Park messenger sealed in a bloody red symbol representing the message was made directly by the leader of the river gang.

The Blood River Park is a faction which has been making waves in the last decade known for their ruthlessness at grabbing land and territories from minor packs, making them the second-largest park in the underworld next to ours ,Twighlight. Nobody knows who their commander was, but he was a ruthless man who took whatever he set his eyes on, and now he has set his eyes on our park.

Reina banged her fists across the wall, her ears fuming with rage. This is clearly a provocation to us. How dare he demand a duel to cease our territory.

Calm down, Reina, I said, standing slowly from my mahogany desk, my silver white hair falling slightly to my shoulders as i took the letter from my beta as i scanned the contents of the letter with a cold smirk. I calmly dismissed the messenger, my icy blue eyes glancing at him as he scrambled out of my office.I tend to have that effect on people, mostly being referred to as ''The Ice Queen'' a beautiful name for my personality, so they say, ruthless enough to live up to my name.

What are your orders, commander? Reina asked, her green eyes, glancing at me eager for a fight.I smiled slightly as i glanced at the discarded invitation in the trash.

We are going.

I said, cracking my knuckles as my wolves pitched for a fight with a strong opponent. It's time to meet our new neighbors.

Zepha Black

Commander, we have delivered the letter as requested. Seth the beta reported to the mysterious figure seated in his chair facing the window as he swirled a ball of fire from his fingertips, emitting a low, domineering presence suffocating the room.Mmh its time to give our neighbors a good show.

Present

The crimson moon hangs low in the desolate night, swollen and heavy, bleeding its light across the underworld as the buzz of magical creatures operating in the shadows.

Aliyah walks with the confidence of a predator, her boots striking the cracked stone like a drumbeat. Wolves slink in her shadow restlessly, their eyes glowing with fear and awe, their silence a testament to her dominance. She has carved her name into this world with claws and cruelty, a testament of the power she holds in the territory, and tonight, she feels untouchable as her power radiates from her.

The air shifts slightly as an oppressing pressure fills the air, clashing with her power.

A pulse of magic ripples through the street, sharp, electric, quite familiar. Her breath catches. She knows that scent anywhere: smoke, iron, and memory.

From the mouth of the alley, he steps forward, his face devastatingly handsome, carved from the memory she carved from her childhood.

The boy she once mocked, the one she broke with laughter sharper than fangs. But he is no boy now. His shoulders are broad, his presence humming with sorcery. His heterochromia eyes glow faintly ocean blue and green, cold as winter fire glancing at her.

“Lyra,” he says, voice smooth, dangerous. “I wondered how long it would take before you smelled me.”

Her claws slide out, instinctive. “I haven't heard that name in a long time, brings back fond memories. You shouldn’t have come back.”

He smiles — not shy, not broken, but dark and deliberate power radiating from him. “You taught me pain. I turned it into power.”

The wolves grow restless, sensing the storm between them. Magic sparks at his fingertips, red light swirling like embers. Aliyah steps closer, her heartbeat a war drum, fury tangled with something she refuses to name.

“So the boy grew teeth,” she murmurs, lips curling into a smirk taking her fighting stance, power radiating off her.

He lifts his hand, the crimson glow painting his face. “And the girl,” he whispers, “is about to learn what it feels like to bleed.”

The ground trembles as claws meet spells, fury meets memory.

And beneath the violence, beneath the crimson moon, something ancient stirs — desire, dangerous and undeniable.