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Chapter 10 – Shadows Over Moonspire

The march to Moonspire was a river of steel, fur, and fire. Over a thousand warriors flowed across the frozen plains, their footsteps shaking the earth. The Wild Packs moved like living storms, some in wolf form sprinting ahead as scouts, others in human shape with axes and spears glinting under the pale morning light. Above them, the Luna’s Circle walked as if the world itself parted for their steps, silver cloaks trailing, magic humming like distant thunder.

But as they drew nearer to Moonspire’s northern hills, the air changed. It grew heavy. Wrong.

Lilah felt it first — the sharp sting of Void magic crawling along her skin like ice water. She slowed, scanning the horizon.

“Do you feel that?” she asked softly.

Kael nodded grimly. “He’s close.”

From the ridge ahead, the fortress of Moonspire should have been visible, its tall obsidian towers piercing the sky. Instead, the land seemed swallowed by a roiling darkness, an unnatural storm that clung to the mountains like a living thing.

Calix’s voice cut through the mind-link, ragged and strained. They’ve breached the outer walls. The sky is bleeding. We can’t hold them much longer.

Lilah’s heart clenched. “We’re almost there,” she whispered into the link.

A howl split the air — not the call of any wolf she knew, but a twisted, jagged sound that made the air curdle. The Forsaken’s vanguard emerged from the black storm, shapes moving too fast to be human, too wrong to be wolf. They were creatures of the Void, born of shadow and nightmare, their eyes burning violet.

The front ranks of the Wild Packs shifted instantly, fur rippling as they dropped to all fours and charged.

“Hold the line!” Kael roared.

The valley erupted in chaos. Steel clashed with claw, Moonfire streaked across the battlefield, searing through shadow-flesh. The Luna’s Circle joined the fray, their magic weaving silver nets that tore apart the enemy’s form. But for every creature that fell, two more emerged from the darkness.

Lilah fought at Kael’s side, her Moonfire blazing brighter than ever. Yet even as she struck down her enemies, she felt the pull of something deeper — the Forsaken himself. His presence pressed against her mind, whispering her name like a lover’s sigh.

Lilah… come home.

She staggered, clutching her head. The world around her flickered, and for an instant she stood not in the battlefield, but in a void of endless night. The Forsaken was there, cloaked in shadows, eyes like dying stars.

“You cannot stop what is coming,” he said, voice rich with cruel certainty. “You are mine, as you have always been.”

Lilah’s pendant burned hot against her chest, snapping her back to reality. She gasped, nearly stumbling, but Kael caught her.

“What happened?” he demanded.

“He’s calling to me,” she said, her voice shaking. “Trying to break me.”

Kael’s jaw tightened. “Then we break him first.”

A horn sounded from the east — Moonspire’s war horn. The gates were still standing. Just barely.

Kael turned to the Wild Packs. “This is it! Drive them back! FOR THE LUNA!”

A howl rose, deafening, and the battlefield surged forward. Lilah gripped her pendant, feeling the Circle’s power flowing into her. This wasn’t just a battle anymore — it was the doorway to the end.

If they failed here, there would be nothing left to save.

And somewhere in the storm, the Forsaken was waiting.

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hiii sorry for the short chapter 😁