The Alpha Blessed Luna

CHAPTER 10: SO RARE

The feeling would not leave me. I knew something was following us.

For what felt like hours, I had watched shadows move between the rocks and dry brush behind the Lycan column. Every time I thought I had finally identified whoever it was, they disappeared.

Even the Lycans had become tense. Their formation tightened, and conversations gradually died away. Warriors who had looked relaxed only moments ago now kept their hands close to their weapons.

Two Lycans were still carrying me. My entire body ached from Meka's brutal punch. The chains around my wrists rattled softly with every step.

Then I saw it again. There was movement, not by one figure but several.

My heart immediately began to race.

I focused harder, squinting through the distance.

A flash of white, then another and suddenly I recognise them.

You can't miss the White cloaks of the Whitewolf markings.

Whitewolf warriors.

More specifically, shewolves. My shewolves.

A mixture of relief and dread crashed into me.

At their head was Pink.

My most loyal warrior and friend.

For a brief moment, I felt hope.

Then fear quickly replaced it.

Because I knew exactly what they were walking into.

I had watched the Lycans fight. I had seen them slaughter Krackans. I had seen them survive battles that should have wiped out entire packs.

Pink and the shewolves possessed courage.

The Lycans possessed experience, discipline, and terrifying strength.

The odds were hopeless.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to warn them. I wanted to tell them to turn around and go home before it was too late.

But they were already moving, already committed and ready for attack.

The ambush erupted with shocking speed.

One moment, the landscape was silent.

The next thing, it exploded into violence.

Shewolves burst from behind boulders, dry grass, and hidden trenches. Their war cries shattered the calm. Spears flew through the air. Swords flashed in the sunlight. Several Lycans were knocked off balance before they even understood what was happening.

One Lycan took a spear through his shoulder.

Another was slashed across the face.

A third barely avoided losing his head.

For a brief, glorious moment, surprise belonged to Whitewolf.

I saw Pink cutting through the confusion like a storm.

Her sword moved with deadly precision. Every strike created an opening. Every movement brought her closer to me.

She was not trying to win.

She was trying to reach me.

The problem was that the advantage lasted only seconds.

The Lycans adapted. Fast, far too fast.

The first Lycan transformed.

Then another. Then another.

The sound of snapping bones filled the air.

Muscles expanded, claws emerged.

Warriors became monsters.

Massive creatures built for war.

At first, I was confused because no one could shift form in the Dark Forest.

Then it dawned on me that we had left the cursed territory.

The shewolves did not have that luxury.

Most remained in human form because transforming now would need a full moon. The advantage the Lycans have.

Immediately, the battle shifted.

A Lycan grabbed one shewolf by the throat and hurled her into another warrior.

Both women crashed to the ground.

Neither stood again.

Another Lycan tore through a defensive line as if it did not exist.

Blood sprayed across the battlefield.

Screams followed.

My stomach twisted painfully.

This was exactly what I had feared.

"Pink!" I shouted.

She either did not hear me or chose to ignore me.

She continued pushing forward.

A Lycan blocked her path.

She ducked beneath his claws and sliced open his ribs.

Another charged her from the side.

She drove her elbow into his throat before continuing forward.

Nothing mattered except reaching me.

And somehow, against all odds, she succeeded.

The relief on her face when she finally stood before me nearly broke my heart.

Blood covered one side of her face. A deep cut marked her shoulder. Her breathing was heavy.

Yet she smiled.

"Thank the Goddess you're alive."

I stared at her.

Anger and gratitude collided inside me.

"Pink, what have you done?"

"What I should have done the moment they took you."

Without another word, she raised her sword.

The blade came down hard.

The chains shattered.

Metal fell to the ground.

For the first time since Meka had dragged me from Whitewolf territory, I was free.

My wrists burned.

My muscles screamed.

But I was free.

Hope surged through me.

It was a dangerous one.

Because freedom meant possibility.

A deep laugh interrupted my thoughts.

The sound sent a chill down my spine.

I turned.

My heart immediately sank.

We were surrounded.

Six Lycans stood around us.

Every path of escape was gone.

Every opening had been sealed.

Their massive forms blocked every direction.

And standing among them was Meka.

Unlike the others, he had not fully transformed.

His golden eyes glowed brightly. Dark claws extended from his fingers. His muscles had expanded slightly.

Yet he remained mostly human.

Which somehow made him even more terrifying.

Because it meant he still wasn't taking us seriously.

Not yet.

The battle around us was collapsing.

Everywhere I looked, Whitewolf shewolves were dying.

Women I knew.

Women who had trained beside me.

Women who had followed Pink because they believed I was worth saving.

One warrior screamed as a Lycan tore through her defences.

Another disappeared beneath a massive claw.

A third collapsed only a few yards away.

My stomach churned.

This was no longer a rescue.

It was a m******e.

Pink stepped closer to me.

Her sword remained raised.

Blood dripped from its tip.

"What do we do now?" she asked.

I looked around carefully.

The answer was obvious.

And I hated it.

We could fight.

We could kill one.

Possibly two.

But we would not survive.

More importantly, the remaining shewolves would die.

Every single one of them.

Meka watched me carefully.

That arrogant smile remained on his face.

He already knew what choice I would make.

He knew exactly what kind of woman I was.

He knew I would never sacrifice my warriors to save myself.

The realization filled me with rage.

Not because he had outmaneuvered me.

Because he understood me.

Because he had turned my loyalty into a weapon against me.

Another scream echoed across the battlefield.

I turned and saw a young shewolf fall to her knees. A Lycan stood over her, claws dripping with blood.

For a brief moment, our eyes met.

She was terrified.

But she was still fighting.

Still believing her Luna would save her.

My heart shattered.

Slowly, I lowered my sword.

The reaction was immediate.

The remaining shewolves stopped fighting.

The Lycans paused.

Pink turned toward me in shock.

"No."

Her voice trembled.

I forced myself to meet her gaze.

"It's over, Pink."

"No."

This time, her voice carried anger, pain, and desperation.

"We came for you."

I kept nodding my head. "And too many have already died."

"We can still fight," she voiced out

I shook my head again.

The truth hurts too much to soften.

"No. We can only die."

Silence settled between us.

Then Meka laughed.

The sound rolled across the battlefield.

It was the laugh of a predator who had trapped his prey exactly where he wanted it.

"You surrender again."

I looked directly into his golden eyes.

"I surrender."

His smile widened.

Then he turned his attention toward Pink and the surviving shewolves.

"A shewolf possesses more courage than her mate."

The insult was deliberate, cruel and painfully accurate.

Cally had no guts. He was a weak leader who only survived on my skills.

Meka was speaking about Cally.

The Alpha who had not come after me.

The Alpha who had hidden behind Therians.

The Alpha who had watched me be taken without lifting a finger.

Pink's expression hardened.

For the first time, I saw disappointment in her eyes.

Not directed at me.

Directed at Whitewolf itself.

Directed at everything we had sacrificed for.

Slowly, she stepped backward.

The surviving shewolves followed.

None of them wanted to leave.

But they understood.

This battle was lost.

Before turning away, Pink looked at me one final time.

The sadness in her eyes nearly shattered my composure.

"I failed you."

I forced a genuine smile.

A smile meant only for her.

"You never failed me."

Tears filled her eyes.

I lowered my voice.

"Go home. Protect our people. Trust me."

Pink hesitated.

I could see the battle raging inside her.

Every instinct told her to stay.

Every duty told her to leave.

Finally, she nodded. It was slow and reluctant.

Then she turned away.

The surviving shewolves disappeared into the distance.

I watched until the last glimpse of white vanished beyond the hills.

Only then did I feel the true weight of my situation.

I was alone.

Far from home.

Surrounded by enemies.

Captured once again.

When I finally turned toward Meka, I found him watching me with an expression I could not fully understand.

He was not looking at me like a prisoner.

He was not looking at me like a conquered enemy.

He was looking at me as though he had discovered something valuable.

Something rare.