into the crimson Moon
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Chapter Six: Into the Crimson Moon
The forest swallowed sound.
No battle. No howls. No movement.
Only darkness stretching endlessly between the trees.
Selena Vale forced herself to stay conscious as she was dragged deeper into enemy territory. The silver chain around her wrist burned faintly against her skin, weakening her movements with every step.
She clenched her teeth.
“I’m not property,” she muttered under her breath.
A rough shove sent her stumbling forward.
“Keep walking,” one of the Crimson Moon wolves growled.
She didn’t answer.
Because she was listening.
Tracking sounds. Counting steps. Measuring distance.
Survival wasn’t panic—it was awareness.
Behind her, the pack moved in silence, like they already knew they didn’t need to rush.
Because they believed they had already won.
Far back at the battlefield, she could still feel it—
The presence of Damien Blackwood fading farther away, as if the bond between them had been stretched thin but not broken.
That realization unsettled her more than the kidnapping.
She didn’t understand why.
They weren’t supposed to be connected like that.
But something inside her reacted every time his energy surged.
Something she couldn’t explain.
Something that answered him.
The trees finally opened into a clearing.
Torches burned with red flame.
A camp built deep inside forbidden territory.
And at the center of it stood the Crimson Moon leader.
He stepped forward as Selena was brought in.
“So,” he said calmly, “the Blackwood Alpha’s assistant.”
Selena straightened despite the chain pulling her wrist. “I have a name.”
The man smiled slightly. “Names don’t matter here.”
They stopped in front of him.
He studied her carefully, like she was a puzzle he had already solved.
“You’re stronger than we expected,” he said.
Selena tilted her head. “Then your expectations are bad.”
A few wolves behind him growled.
He raised a hand.
Silence returned instantly.
Controlled. Disciplined. Dangerous.
“You don’t understand what you are,” he said.
Selena narrowed her eyes. “Then explain it.”
A faint laugh escaped him.
“You carry the mark of the Luna Queen.”
Her wrist burned again.
She didn’t react outwardly.
But inside, something shifted.
The man stepped closer.
“And the Alpha King is already too attached to you.”
Selena’s voice lowered. “You’re very confident for someone who just got dragged into his territory and stole one person.”
His smile faded slightly.
“Bold,” he said. “Just like the records said.”
Selena’s heart tightened.
“Records?”
Before he could answer, a deep sound rolled through the forest.
Not a howl.
Not a warning.
A presence.
Every Crimson Moon wolf went still.
Even the leader’s expression changed slightly.
Selena felt it instantly.
Power.
Raw.
Uncontrolled.
Coming closer.
The trees at the edge of the clearing bent violently.
Wind surged through the camp.
Torches flickered.
Then—
A figure stepped into the light.
Damien Blackwood.
Alone.
But the forest behind him seemed to breathe with him.
His eyes locked onto Selena immediately.
Relief didn’t show on his face.
Anger did.
The Crimson Moon leader sighed. “You shouldn’t have come alone.”
Damien took a step forward.
“You made a mistake,” he said quietly.
The leader smiled again. “We made an exchange.”
Damien’s gaze flicked to Selena’s chained wrist.
Then back to him.
“There will be no exchange,” Damien said.
A pause.
His voice dropped colder.
“There will be punishment.”
The air cracked.
Selena felt it—his power expanding outward, pressing against everything.
The Crimson Moon wolves shifted nervously.
The leader frowned slightly. “You risk war for an assistant?”
Damien finally looked at Selena again.
Longer this time.
Something unspoken passed between them.
Then he answered.
“No,” he said.
A beat.
“For what she is becoming.”
The forest went still.
Selena’s breath caught.
Because for the first time—
She realized Damien wasn’t just fighting to bring her back.
He was fighting to stop something inside her from waking fully here.
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