Fate Of The Luna

2

"I promise my love. I'm here to stay."

With that, I retreated to my room. I couldn't sleep over the excitement of spending the day with my father tomorrow.

The next day...

"It's been a while since I slept without having that nightmare. Well, time to greet Father."

That was when I heard a loud explosion followed by a series of howls. "What was that?"

"I rushed to the hallways, what awaited me was absolute chaos."

Phoebe's Pov.

Things were wild, no beyond wild. Tension hung thick in the air as roars and howls sounded in every direction.

"Invaders?"

This was hard to believe. Who'd be bold enough to raid the our castle?

This wasn't just any castle; it belonged to An Alpha, a ruler above ordinary Alphas.

I turned to the balcony to get a better insight of the current situation.

In the chaos, my eyes caught the lifeless body of a servant, the same one I bumped into yesterday. He was covered with several claw marks.

The once safe sanctuary that was the Lycan King's castle now bore the marks of an unwelcome intruder, leaving us to wonder who challenged the might of the Lycan king.

Our guards were engaged in battle with the enemies, I wasn't going to sit around and do nothing.

I channeled my wolf. Transforming into a large wolf with snow-white fur. I charged into the enemy lines, clawing through them.

"Follow the princess!" The guards in the hallways rallied behind me as we fought back. I lead them and we pincered through the enemy lines crushing any and all hostile that we encountered.

We reached the courtyards where the core of the battle was, I transformed back to my human form.

"Spread out." I commanded and the wolves that had gathered behind me in their dozens were now reduced to 3.

The 3 that stayed by me were my personal guards handpicked by father.

"Princess, we don't know the whereabouts of your parents." Reynold, the leader of the Royal guards reported.

"Yeah and these lazy guards are getting their asses handed to them by the enemy despite having the numbers advantage." Keith added.

"We must locate and eliminate their leader; it's the sole method to bring an end to this overwhelming chaos," declared Lee, the final member of my royal guards, his determination echoing in the war-torn air.

"Here's the plan. Reynold, you're with me. We'll track down the enemy leader. Keith and Lee, your mission is to assist the remaining guards and ensure the safety of my parents. We can't afford to let any harm come to them,"

I commanded, a sense of responsibility settling on my shoulders.

"Yes, Princess," Keith and Lee responded in unison, ready for the tasks assigned to them.

The moment hung heavy with purpose as the group prepared to split. Keith and Lee, loyal to the core, transformed into their wolf forms.

Keith embodied a dark brown wolf, his fur blending seamlessly with the shadows of the impending night. In contrast, Lee's wolf form displayed a striking grey fur, a reflection of the resilience that marked his character.

I was left with Reynold in the middle of the courtyard.

"Let's go," I urged, and in unison, we underwent the transformation.

Reynold's wolf emerged, his wolf form was an intimiwcreature with fur as black as the midnight sky.

Relying on our heightened senses, we scoured the surroundings, tracing unfamiliar scents in the air.

"The mastermind behind this must be away from the scene. I suspect this attack serves as a diversion for a more significant agenda," Reynold suggested.

We focused our senses and managed to homed in on the scent of our invaders; they were inside the palace.

However, I picked up other scents, two familiar scent, they belonged to my parents. I was certain of it.

"Father and Mother are with the enemy leader."

"Let's pick up the pace, Princess," Reynold urged with a sense of urgency. We needed to move fast!

"Right," I responded, and together, we surged towards the palace, our paws carrying us at the fastest speed possible.

As we approached, a tense scene welcomed us.

I sighted the man whom I concluded is the figurehead of this raid facing my parents. However, they were not engaged in battle.

He was a towering man just like father, he had short black hair and large muscles. His aura of this man was sinister, it felt like an active volcano about to erupt. What left me puzzled was that his aura felt familiar.

"Father!" I leapt forward landing in between the man and my father.

"Phoebe," Mother spoke. "You shouldn't be here, quick, head to safety."

I turned back to my human form once again ignoring my mother's warning of concern.

"Phee..."

My gaze was fixed on the man. Not just was his aura familiar but so was his face. I found his smug look annoying.

"The Princess finally graces us with her presence, now the whole family's together."

"Who are you?"

"Me? I go by many names... The Dark Claw, The Alpha of Alphas, buy you may call me Dominic... Or Dom for short, haha."

His nonchalant attitude was getting to my nerves. I growled ready to pounce at him.

"There's only one Alpha of Alphas and that's my father, Lycan King Grunade."

"Oh believe me, he won't be for long."

"Sugilite," Father addressed me.

"You should leave this place."

"I don't understand why you haven't ripped this man to shreds already, father." I countered.

"You're the most powerful werewolf in the world."

"You don't understand, Phee." Mother placed her hand on my shoulder.

"We're powerless here."

"Powerless, powerless? I count 4 of us and one of him. We're more than enough to destroy this man."

"3-2," Reynolds' voice echoed through the grand halls of the palace, resonating with an air of authority and tension. His transformation into his human form marked a significant shift in the atmosphere, drawing all attention towards him.

Caught off guard, I turned to face him, my gaze reflecting a mixture of confusion and disbelief as he stood beside Dominic, his presence commanding and enigmatic. In that moment, a realization dawned upon me, unwelcome yet undeniable. My senses refused to deceive me, confirming what my heart had long feared.

"Reynold..." The name escaped my lips in a whisper, laden with a weight of unspoken questions and apprehension, but he remained impassive, his focus unwaveringly fixed on Dominic, the king.

"My king," Reynolds' voice rang out, reverent and submissive, as he bowed his head before Dominic, a gesture that ignited a spark of resentment within me. The sight of him, kneeling in deference to another, ignited a storm of conflicting emotions within me, each vying for dominance over the other.