Chapter 3: A Luna’s Final Morning
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POV: Nixie
Kael’s hand extended like an invitation from a dream—or a nightmare. The silver pendant hanging from his fingers pulsed in harmony with the one against my chest. A match. A mirror.
The air between us felt thick, as though it recognized something ancient and sacred.
“You’re not pack,” I said again, more firmly.
“No,” he replied, eyes glowing like dying stars. “But you’re not just pack either, are you?”
I didn’t move.
Behind him, the forest breathed. The wind hummed low, the sound weaving through the trees like it carried secrets. My wolf paced inside me now, no longer silent, no longer caged. She was restless—furious.
“Come with me,” Kael repeated. “If you stay, they’ll rip you apart. You saw it in their eyes. Even the Alpha’s.”
My throat tightened.
Hunter.
The man who once whispered promises against my skin had turned away from me in the moment I needed him most. And not just turned—he had crushed me, erased me with a single cruel sentence.
Maybe the Moon Goddess made a mistake.
The words echoed again and again, but this time, they didn’t break me. They sharpened me.
I stepped forward. Just one step. Then another. Kael didn’t move, didn’t push. He waited like he already knew I’d choose this path. Like he knew something I didn’t.
When my fingers brushed his, a cold jolt ran up my arm.
Magic. Old magic.
And then everything vanished.
I woke in a stone chamber. Candlelight flickered along the walls, casting dancing shadows across the carved runes etched into every surface. The air smelled of ash and herbs—burned sage, crushed moonflowers.
I sat up, heart pounding.
Kael stood in the corner, arms folded, watching me.
“Where are we?” I asked.
“A sanctum. Hidden beneath the forest, outside the Pack’s reach.”
I swung my legs over the edge of the bed. “Why bring me here?”
He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he reached into a pouch at his belt and pulled out a piece of parchment. It looked ancient—frayed at the edges, stained by time.
He held it out. I took it.
The script was unfamiliar. Twisting. Alive.
“What is this?”
“A prophecy.”
I froze. “I don’t believe in—”
“You don’t have to,” he cut in. “But it believes in you.”
My eyes scanned the lines. The words shimmered, and suddenly, I could read them:
The Luna without a howl,Shall bear the flame and fang,Two bloodlines entwined in war,Shall awaken the chained spirit,And bring the fall of the False Moon.
I looked up slowly. “What does this mean?”
Kael’s expression darkened. “It means everything you’ve known is a lie. Your wolf wasn’t just dormant. She was bound. By a spell. A curse. One placed to keep you docile. Submissive.”
“By who?”
He didn’t speak.
I stood. “Tell me.”
Kael sighed. “By someone in your pack. Someone afraid of what you’d become if you ever discovered the truth.”
My blood ran cold.
Trixie.
Trixie, who always seemed too perfect. Too poised. Who arrived just in time to steal Hunter’s attention. Who whispered threats like lullabies.
“She’s not just a rival,” I muttered. “She’s a—”
“Witch,” Kael finished. “And worse. She’s not alone.”
I staggered back. “How do you know all this?”
Kael stepped closer. “Because once, I was like you. Cursed. Hunted. And because I’ve spent years unraveling the lies your Alpha and his Council have spread.”
“My wolf,” I whispered. “She’s. awake now.”
“Barely,” he said. “What you felt was only the beginning. The spell is broken, but she needs to grow. To remember. You’re connected to something ancient, Nixie. Something lost to your people.”
I stared at him. “What are you asking me to do?”
His eyes met mine. “Train. Learn the truth. And when the time comes—reclaim your place. Not just as Luna. As something more.”
Kael pushed me harder than I’d ever been pushed.
Morning rituals became hours of meditation, learning to communicate with my wolf. Her name echoed in my dreams—Nyra. She was fierce, wounded, and older than memory.
Kael sparred with me in the moonlit sanctum, blades clashing in the shadows, sweat and blood and magic dripping from our skin. He taught me how to listen—not just with ears, but with the soul. To feel the weight of silence, to read the tension in the earth beneath my bare feet.
For the first time in my life, I didn’t feel weak. I didn’t feel wrong.
I felt becoming.
And still, I thought of him.
Hunter.
I’d hated him. I should’ve hated him.
But late at night, when exhaustion left me trembling, I’d see his face in the firelight. I’d remember how he once held my hand beneath the stars, how his voice had once quieted my fears.
Was that all a lie?
Nyra growled whenever I thought too long on him. But I could feel her hesitation too. Because despite everything, our bond hadn’t been fully broken. Severed—but not destroyed.
One evening, Kael caught me staring at the pendant.
“You still feel him,” he said.
I nodded. “Is that a weakness?”
“No,” he said. “It’s a weapon. But only if you stop letting it hurt you.”
The vision came again—sharper this time.
The Pack House engulfed in flames. Screams. A child crying. Trixie laughing as blood spilled over the ceremonial stones.
Hunter, chained. His wolf howling, but no one could hear.
And me. Standing on the precipice of something ancient, bathed in silver fire.
“It’s time,” I whispered.
Kael didn’t argue.
That night, we walked to the edge of the Pack’s borders.
“Once you cross, you’re declaring war,” he warned.
I nodded.
“I’m not going back to be saved,” I said. “I’m going back to save them.”
He placed a hand over mine. “Then remember who you are. Let Nyra guide you. And whatever you find there, do not let them rewrite your story again.”
I stepped across.
The earth trembled.
The wind shifted.
And far in the distance, the Pack howled.
I didn’t walk into the Pack House like a ghost returning home.
I stormed it.
The night of the Mating Ball had returned. Trixie was front and center, basking in admiration. Wolves spun around her like puppets on strings.
But when I entered the hall—dressed not in silks, but in obsidian armor—everything stopped.
Hunter turned.
His eyes met mine.
And for a moment—just a heartbeat—I saw him again. Really saw him. The pain. The regret.
But it was too late.
Trixie hissed. “You’re dead.”
“Not anymore.”
She raised her hands to cast a spell.
I raised mine to break it.
And the ceiling exploded.
Wolves screamed. Guests ran. Magic pulsed in every corner of the room.
And as Kael and his warriors burst through the doors—fangs, wings, and fury—I locked eyes with Trixie.
“You wanted a Luna,” I said.
Lightning surged down my arms.
“Now meet the one you tried to bury.”
To Be Continued.
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