The Accord of Blood and Moon

21. Mira -The Attack

The first line of feral wolves began to move. Not running but marching.

Chandra said “They are moving like a well-trained army. Their steps are unnervingly synchronized”

I agreed silently. Their red eyes were fixed ahead, bodies were coiled tight with hunger and something else, a command. My breath caught.

“Now” Ryan muttered to his team and the speakers came alive.

Not with sound the way humans understood it—but with vibration. A low, thrumming frequency that rolled across the clearing like a pressure change before a storm. Every speaker, placed deliberately by the pack wolves moments earlier, synced instantly through Bluetooth and magic.

The effect was immediate. The feral wolves staggered. Their heads started snapping side to side. Snarls turned into confused, broken howls. Some dropped to one knee, claws digging into the dirt as if the ground itself had betrayed them.

Our wolves moved under DanPa guidance. They we fast, precise, ruthless and angry as someone has just attacked their home. They shifted mid-stride, human forms melting into fur and muscle and teeth, using the disorientation as advantage exactly the way Silas had predicted, they started attacking the disoriented enemy,

I spotted Silas and Andreas instantly. They were back-to-back, moving like they’d done this a thousand times before. Andreas deflected, Silas struck. Silas blocked, Andreas countered. No wasted motion. No hesitation. Centuries of trust made flesh.

DanPa was already shifted. His massive black wolf form surged forward, dark fur swallowing the moonlight and his eyes were glowing with controlled fury. He took on two ferals at once, dodging one snapping jaw while slamming the other into the forest floor with brutal efficiency.

My chest tightened with pride and fear.

Then I saw it. A small brown wolf—barely more than a yearling—was caught off-guard. A feral lunged, teeth flashing, jaws opening wide too close to his neck. The enemy was too fast for him.

“No—” I breathed.

Another wolf slammed into the feral one, from the side, knocking it midair. A larger brown wolf—same markings, same eyes. Siblings. The smaller one scrambled back as the larger one took the brunt of the impact, growling fiercely, putting himself squarely between danger and family. But gladly they both took care of that feral wolf.

My throat burned.

Chandra surged inside me, furious. “Pack protects pack. We are one family, always.”

“I hate this,” I whispered. “I should be down there.”

“I know” Chandra replied, pacing like a caged storm. “My Claws are itching. But with what Lucien said, we are actually his target. We need to stap put to avoid distraction to those who are fighting”

My hands curled into fists. “Do you think there is a truth in what Lucien said? Are we the 9th generation of a fae?”

She remained quite, which worried me more that I care to admit.

Below us, the fight raged. The speakers pulsed again, and the ferals reeled, confusion fracturing their coordination further. Our wolves pressed the advantage, forcing them back inch by inch toward the treeline. More than half of the enemy wolves has either lost their lives or are bound by oak tree handcuffs. No one was bitten. A few injuries—scratches, bruises, torn skin—but nothing a wolf wouldn’t heal from in hours.

Hope flickered in my heart. We might just win it. But then I felt it. There was a pressure shift—sharp and wrong—like the air itself flinched. I looked up at Lucien. He wasn’t watching the battle anymore with curiosity. His mouth twisted in distaste, eyes narrowing as if the scene below offended him. Slowly, deliberately, he raised both hands.

“No,” I shouted but it didn’t do anything to stop it. A pulse exploded outward and violent electromagnetic waves tore through the clearing. Every speaker shattered at once—metal imploding, circuitry frying in a burst of sparks and smoke. The shockwave rattled the tower beneath my feet.

The entire clearing went into Silence. A terrible, unnatural stillness. For a heartbeat, everyone froze. Pack wolves. Ferals wolves. Even the forest seemed to pause.

Then the memory returned and the war resumed. Without the sound, the ferals surged forward with renewed clarity, bloodlust snapping back into place like a leash yanked tight.

Lucien smiled and my stomach dropped. He lifted his head and looked straight at me.

“Chandra snarled inside me. “He could see us.”

Lucien began to rise—slowly floating toward the tower, black clothes rippling as if stirred by unseen currents. Panic clawed at my chest.

Silas was engaged with three ferals, fighting brutally and efficiently—but he was boxed in. Andreas was surrounded on the left flank. DanPa and Ethan fought back-to-back, barely holding ground. No one noticed Lucien moving towards the towe.

The tower held medics, technicians and Ryan. They are all Non-fighters.

“If he reaches here” Chandra said grimly, “they all will die trying to protect us.”

“I know,” I whispered, already moving.

“Mira, we cannot let him take us” she added.

My hands shook—not with fear, but with resolve. “We won’t let it happen, Chandra.” I said “You know I am a fighter. We both are”

I turned toward the stairs but Ryan caught my wrist.

“Mira—don’t,” he said urgently. “Please.”

I met his eyes. “He’s coming for me.”

“I can’t let you go down there,” Ryan said, voice tight.

“Ryan, we all need to live to fight another day.” I replied gently.

His grip loosened. “They’ll die if I stay,” I continued. “And I’m not some fragile thing he can just take.” I squared my shoulders. “I know how to fight.”

Chandra’s voice steadied me. “We choose our ground. Let’s go”

Ryan swallowed, then nodded sharply. “Buy me time.”

“What?” I asked, already on the round stairs.

“I can’t stop him,” Ryan said, already moving. “But I can mess with his control.”

He yanked open a case, pulling out industrial-strength magnets, wiring them together with shaking but determined hands. “Electromagnetic waves have polarity. If I can interfere—redirect—limit his range—”

I didn’t wait for him to finish. I ran downstairs into the night. Leaving the tower behind just as Lucien’s gaze followed my movement and his smile widened.