Claiming Her Reign

chapter 6

Davon pov

I walked alone in the deeper parts of the Blue Moon forest. I had left my brothers, James, Samuel, and Isaac (Kelvin), back at the pack house to keep Alpha Jerick distracted. I was the smartest, and I used the small portion of my mother’s sacred power to track the lingering energy. The golden burst from the office was gone, but the air still felt thin and wrong to me.

I have always been the most private of Xi'an’s sons, relying on my mind more than my wolf strength. While my brothers use their power like a storm, I use mine like a whisper, letting my instincts guide me.

I was thinking about the strange atmosphere when I glanced up. The sky was wrong. The moon, which had been a sliver of silver a moment ago, was swelling. It went full in a blink, huge and white, pouring ancient, heavy magic onto the earth. It wasn't the regular moon cycle; it was a cosmic command.

It’s time. The prophecy has opened, I thought, moving instantly into a run. I knew the source of the golden light and this impossible moon shift were the same.

I ran faster than any of Jerick’s wolves, a dark blur between the trees. I followed the strongest pull, which led me to a small, hidden lake. I skidded to a stop behind a thick tree, my breath catching in my throat.

There, standing over the water, was a wolf.

The sight was a physical blow that left me reeling. It was not just any wolf. Its fur was the purest, most blinding white, with streaks of glowing silver running through the thick coat. Its eyes, even from this distance, shone a deep, oceanic blue. It was magnificent. It was terrifying.

I felt a profound, aching shock that stole my ability to breathe. My chest locked with a sudden, overwhelming surge of sacred awe and fierce protectiveness. I knew that color. I knew that light. Mother's light. It was the legendary wolf of the chosen one—the wolf my mother, Xi'an, had worn when she gave birth to the prophecy child eighteen years ago. The one we had all been hunting for.

She is here. She is alive. My sister. My responsibility.

I dropped my borrowed human identity. I let the powerful red essence of my own wolf take over. My clothes ripped as my body stretched and twisted, bone cracking into place. In seconds, a huge, powerful pure red wolf stood where I had been.

I let out a silent snarl of relief and fierce determination. I didn't waste another second. I launched myself out of the shadows, running toward the white wolf. I had to reach her before Jerick’s pack found her scent trail. I had to protect my little sister.

I charged through the trees, my focus locked entirely on the brilliant white wolf. Every sense was on fire: the scent of my ancient purpose, the overpowering holy light of her fur, and the sickening perfume of Jerick’s trackers getting closer.

I slowed just as I burst from the shadows. The white wolf—my sister—turned to face me. She was enormous, easily bigger than my own large red form, and the silver streaks on her fur were pulsing with power. Her lips pulled back in a silent, savage snarl, and a low, earth-shaking rumble vibrated in my chest. She saw me only as a threat, pure Alpha challenging Alpha.

Wait! I sent a thought, a blast of red Alpha energy laced with my small fragment of holy power. I am Davon! I am kin!

She didn't stop. She crouched low, ready to spring. Then, just as she pushed off the ground, her charge froze. That blinding blue gaze locked onto mine, searching, analyzing. I knew I was facing the true soul of the prophecy. I let my guard down entirely, flooding the mental link with the memory of my mother's face, her scent, the sacred burden we all shared.

A foreign, powerful voice boomed directly into my mind—not from my own wolf, but from hers. It was ancient and beautiful, and it shook my core.

"Look who's here. We supposed to find you, but you found us first, Davon."

Relief hit me so hard I stumbled back a step. I let out a low whimper of surrender and peace, the sacred name echoing in my mind. Xiuan. The legendary wolf itself.

You know me, I thought back, lowering my muzzle in respect.

"Of course, I know the beloved son of my former owner, Xi’an," Xiuan replied, her voice softening, though the power remained. "We have much to discuss, little brother."

I felt the mind-link tremble as the smaller soul inside the white wolf—Xian'na—finally grasped the conversation.

Who... who is he? Xian'na’s thought was small, lost, and afraid.

"Your oldest brother, little one. The smart one," Xiuan told her, a touch of gentle pride in the fierce voice. "Now, we shift. The air is getting thick with dogs."

I pulled my red wolf back, the pain of the shift welcome after the intense mental battle. My bones cracked, my muscles screamed, and I hit the ground as Davon again.

A moment later, the white wolf dissolved into a swirl of light, and Xian'na collapsed onto the dirt beside me. She was naked, pale, and covered in sweat, but her eyes were clear.

I crawled immediately to her and pulled her into my arms, hugging her tightly—a ferocious, desperate hug that spoke eighteen years of searching and silent dedication. I knew Jerick’s wolves were close, but for this one perfect moment, nothing else mattered.

"Welcome home, little sister," I whispered into her wet hair. "You’re safe now. We’re finally together."