Fate Of The Luna

3

"Reynold," I interjected, my voice betraying a hint of frustration and disbelief, "you were the linchpin of this operation, the cornerstone of our success. For five long years, you infiltrated the enemy's stronghold, navigating the treacherous waters of deceit and danger with unparalleled skill and determination.""I thank your kind words, sir. It was easy fooling this gullible lot."

"Haha," Dominic slaps Reynolds back. "I expected nothing less than that from my right hand. Well done."

"Reynold!" My father's voice accompanied by a roar shook the very structure of the palace. "You dare betray me after I brought you in? I entrusted my daughter to you."

"Nine thousand seven hundred and eighty-eight," the words hung in the air, heavy with a chilling significance that sent shivers down my spine. Confusion clouded my thoughts as I struggled to comprehend the magnitude of what Reynolds had just revealed.

"What?" The single word escaped my lips, a mere echo of the tumultuous whirlwind of emotions raging within me.

"That was how many times I had the opportunity to drive my claws through your precious Sugilite's heart," Reynolds spoke with a calm demeanor that belied the sinister implications of his words. Each syllable dripped with a venomous blend of contempt and calculation, sending a cold shiver down my spine.

The revelation struck me like a bolt of lightning, illuminating the dark recesses of betrayal that lurked within the shadows of our once unshakeable alliance. The realization dawned upon me with a sickening clarity: Reynolds, the trusted confidant, the loyal servant, had harbored unfathomable depths of treachery beneath his facade of allegiance.

"I didn't," his voice continued, each word laced with a chilling indifference that sent a chill down my spine, "I completed my duties while I served you." The admission hung in the air, heavy with the weight of unspoken malice and deceit.

Consider it a Thankyou for becoming a stepping stone for my true king's rise to absolute supremacy," his words, laced with a venomous blend of mockery and disdain, pierced through the silence like a dagger, leaving behind a trail of betrayal and shattered trust in their wake. In that moment, the true nature of Reynolds' allegiance became painfully clear: he had played us all for fools, manipulating our trust and exploiting our weaknesses for his own nefarious ends.

I was lost for words. Father couldn't stand to look Reynold. Mother was in tears over this heavy betrayal.

"Betrayal is the only truth that sticks," Dominic comments. "Now where were we? You were saying something about 4 against 1?"

"It doesn't matter!" My voice rose, infused with defiance and a hint of desperation, as I sought to cling to the fragile remnants of hope in the face of overwhelming odds. "We still outnumber you. Heck, father alone can take the both of you."

A grim smile played across Dominic's lips, a silent acknowledgment of the truth in my words, yet his confidence remained unshaken, unwavering in the face of our collective resolve. "I know he can. But he won't now, would he?" His response carried a weight of certainty that sent a chill down my spine, a foreboding reminder of the perilous path that lay ahead.

I turned to my father, seeking solace and reassurance amidst the gathering storm of uncertainty that threatened to engulf us. "What does he mean, Father?" My voice trembled with a mixture of fear and anticipation, desperate for answers to the enigma that loomed before us.

My father's expression was grave, his features etched with the weight of unspoken truths and forgotten memories. In his eyes, I glimpsed a flicker of resignation, a silent acceptance of the inevitable truth that lay hidden beneath the surface of our reality.

"This was why I was telling you to leave," his voice was a whisper, laden with the echoes of a past long forgotten, "Dominic has an item that was lost in history, it was the only weakness for a werewolf." His words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of revelation, casting a shadow of doubt upon our once unshakeable resolve.

"Even I am but a wasp in the hands of this thing," he continued, his tone laced with a bitter resignation that mirrored the depths of his despair. In that moment, the true extent of our vulnerability became painfully clear, as we stood on the precipice of oblivion, teetering on the edge of a darkness that threatened to consume us all.

I gasped after realising what item father was describing...

"Wolf's Bane."

Phoebe,s Pov

There were very few things that could harm a werewolf fatally, regardless of their strength and rank.

Silver negates our werewolf's thick defense and slows down regeneration for wounds inflicted with silver weapons.

Mountain Ash burns any weak-willed werewolf that comes in contact with it.

The most feared item that serves as a werewolf's ultimate kryptonite is Wolf's bane.

"But the wolf's bane flower plant was said to have gone extinct."

"It has," Father replied me. "I burnt down the last of the plants. To think that a man like him had some..."

"That's right." Dominic shows them a case. He opens it revealing a purple colored dust.

"With this, there's no wolf that can stand against me. Forget digesting or inhaling, a single contact with this is enough to kill a beta in seconds."

This was it for us. Who knows how many more of these he has? No one will be able to stand against him.

"Father, what do we do?"

"My Suginite, I thank you for gracing us by being our daughter."

"Father..." My body was numb as Father walked up to Dominic. It was a stare-off between two goliaths.

"Dominic, I, Lycan King Grunade surrender to you." Hearing my father speak those words dealt the final blow to me. My legs caved in and I plopped to my knees.

The mother then joins Father by his side. "You win. You can claim this castle, call off the attack."

Dominic gave Reynold a nod and he howled signalling for their pack to end the battle.

Dominic smiled. "See, I knew you'd see reason with me. Don't worry, I'm not a dishonorable man, I will grant you three wishes before I send you to the moon goddess."

"Father..." My once confident voice barely escaped my lips. My teary eyes were about to burst into tears when Father bowed and knelt in front of him. I wasn't used to this type of hopelessness.

"Thank you for your kindness. My first request is for you to promise to keep my surviving subjects as your pack members."

"That's fair enough, next."

"I urge you to guarantee the life of my daughter, let her live. Keep her safe. Take her as your Luna."

"Father!"

"It is the only way, my love. You don’t deserve to die at such a young age."