Chapter4
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Suddenly, the weather shifted. Lightning split the sky, followed by deafening thunder that rattled the walls. A chilling wind swept through the room, carrying with it a sense of impending doom. The warriors shivered, and even Loic’s vampires paused, unnerved by the sudden fury of the storm.
Then—two sounds reverberated simultaneously, echoing through the chamber with bone-shaking power, leaving everyone stunned.
“Enoughhh!”
A voice rolled across the battlefield—ancient, commanding.
“Are you creatures never weary of chaos? Must we intervene before you learn restraint?”
The air thickened.
Loic turned slowly. “What brings the Holy Ones to our midst?”
Light and darkness descended together.
Diana, the Moon Goddess, emerged in radiant brilliance—her form a colossal white wolf, fur shimmering like starlight. Beside her stood Lilith, the Vespera, towering and dreadful, her presence swallowing the surrounding light.
Even Loic faltered.
“I do not interfere lightly,” Lilith said, her voice cold as death itself. “But Pierre de Avore is not meant to fall tonight.”
Without warning, Loic’s body twisted in midair, limbs flailing as invisible force held him aloft. The wind whipped his hair, his soldiers frozen in disbelief. “You cannot—” he gasped, voice strangled. Lilith’s eyes, dark as midnight, bore into his soul. “Do you wish to die here?”
“You spread ruin wherever you go,” Lilith continued. “I should end you now.”
Her grip tightened.
“But I will spare you.”
Loic struggled. “My Lady—!”
“For two years,” Lilith thundered, “you will be unable to assume your vampire form. Take your army and leave this land.”
Loic’s resistance collapsed
He fell to the ground, humiliated, and fled without another word.
Lilith turned to Diana. “The rest is yours.”
In a flash of blinding speed, Lilith vanished. A violent gust of wind slammed into everyone, forcing them to shield their faces.
Silence followed.
Diana moved among the fallen. Light spilled from her touch—bones knitting, wounds sealing, strength returning.
“Thank you, my Lady,” Mystery said quietly, bowing.
Jake swallowed. “I never imagined I’d see you.”
Hugo inclined his head. “We are in your debt.”
“My Lady,” Etienne added, awe-struck, “You are even more beautiful than the legends say.”
Pierre stepped forward, his chest tight. “Why help us?”
Diana studied him. “Because your time is not yet finished.”
Pierre clenched his jaw. He already knew there was a price.
“Alpha Pierre,” she said evenly, “you have two years to find your mate—your imprint.”
Shock rippled through the group.
“If you fail,” Diana continued, her tone unyielding, “you will relinquish the throne. The throne which is of great importance to you.”
Pierre’s breath caught.
She met his gaze. “Your imprint will be your salvation—and you will be hers. When you see her, your wolf will know. And FATE has plans for you two.”
Pierre said nothing, but the weight of it settled deep in his chest.
“One more thing,” Diana added. “You will not punish the traitors behind tonight’s events.”
Hugo stepped forward. “My Lady, they nearly killed us.”
“You may investigate,” she replied, unmoved. “But you will not touch them until your mate is found. This is final.”
She turned to Mystery and beckoned.
“Mystery,” Diana said, placing a glowing hand against his forehead, “I grant you the gift of healing, as the Diviners wield it. But you will only be able to use it twenty minutes prior to when you injure”
Power surged through him. Mystery gasped, then bowed deeply.
Diana vanished.
“I will serve you whenever you call, Alpha,” Mystery said before disappearing.
The warriors regrouped.
“My King,” Jay said softly, “we should return.”
Pierre nodded.
Silver Moon Crest welcomed them in silence.
Pierre retreated to his chambers, exhaustion heavy, thoughts heavier. The throne. Seven years. A mate he had never sought.
At midnight, he mind-linked Hugo.
They met in the study.
“We’ve found nothing new about your mother’s death,” Hugo said. “And now the Moon Goddess has bound you to another fate.”
Pierre exhaled slowly. “Summon the female werewolves. Arrange gatherings. I will be seen.”
“And your mother?” Hugo asked.
“The records say illness,” Pierre replied. “But look into my uncle. Quietly.”
Hugo nodded and left.
Elsewhere—
A vampire knelt in shadow.
“My Lord,” he whispered, “the plan failed.”
Bastien’s jaw tightened. “So Pie
rre still breathes.”
His lips curved faintly.
“For now.”
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