The journey to the northern border was fast and relentless.
By dawn, the Lycan army had already crossed the outer forests and approached what remained of Grey Hollow. War horses thundered across the cold ground, their breaths forming clouds in the early morning air.
At the front of the army rode Kael.
His golden eyes were fixed ahead, his expression darker than the storm clouds gathering above the mountains.
Beside him rode Aria.
She had insisted on coming despite Kael’s warnings, and now the closer they got to the village, the stronger the strange energy inside her became.
It pulsed beneath her skin like a living force.
Something was waiting.
Something ancient.
Behind them, dozens of Lycan warriors followed in tight formation. Their armor reflected the pale morning light, and the tension among them was impossible to hide.
Everyone had heard the reports.
An entire village destroyed in a single night.
And not by an army.
But by a monster.
As they reached the hill overlooking Grey Hollow, the army came to a sudden stop.
The sight below them was horrifying.
The village was gone.
Black smoke still curled into the sky from the charred ruins of homes and buildings. The wooden watchtower had collapsed completely, leaving only broken beams scattered across the ground.
Ash covered everything like a blanket of death.
Kael slowly dismounted his horse.
The warriors followed his lead.
Aria stepped forward, her heart tightening as she stared at the destruction.
“This…” she whispered softly.
“This was done by one creature?”
Kael nodded grimly.
One of the generals knelt beside a massive claw mark carved deep into the stone road.
“This is no ordinary beast,” he said quietly.
The claw marks were enormous—far larger than any Lycan or known predator.
Aria suddenly felt the power inside her surge again.
Her breathing quickened.
“It was here,” she said softly.
Kael looked at her.
“You can feel it?”
Aria nodded slowly.
“Yes.”
She closed her eyes for a moment.
The strange power within her began pulling her toward the forest beyond the ruined village.
Like an invisible thread guiding her forward.
Her eyes opened again.
“It went that way.”
Kael frowned.
“You’re sure?”
“Yes.”
She pointed toward the northern woods.
“He’s not far.”
The Lycan warriors exchanged uneasy glances.
If the creature was still nearby…
They might be walking straight into danger.
Kael turned toward the generals.
“Prepare the warriors.”
His voice was calm but commanding.
“If the creature returns, we will not let it pass this border again.”
The army slowly began moving toward the forest.
But as they stepped among the ruined buildings, Aria suddenly stopped walking.
A sharp pain shot through her chest.
She gasped.
“Aria?” Kael said quickly.
But she barely heard him.
The strange power inside her had exploded into life.
Silver light flickered faintly around her hands.
Her heart pounded wildly.
And then—
A voice echoed inside her mind.
Ancient.
Powerful.
Awaken… Moon-Bound.
Aria staggered slightly.
Kael caught her arm.
“What’s happening?”
She looked at him with wide eyes.
“Something is calling me.”
Before Kael could stop her, Aria began walking deeper into the forest.
The soldiers watched in confusion as she moved forward like someone under a spell.
Kael quickly followed.
“Aria, wait!”
But she didn’t stop.
The strange voice in her mind grew stronger with every step.
Soon the ruined village disappeared behind them, replaced by tall trees and thick shadows.
The forest was silent.
Too silent.
Finally, Aria reached a small clearing.
And in the center of that clearing stood something ancient.
A massive stone altar covered in glowing silver symbols.
The markings pulsed faintly with the same energy that flowed through Aria’s body.
Her breath caught.
“I’ve seen this before…”
Kael looked around cautiously.
“Where?”
“In my visions.”
As she stepped closer to the altar, the silver symbols suddenly began to glow brighter.
The ground beneath them trembled slightly.
Kael’s hand moved to the sword at his side.
“Something’s happening.”
Aria slowly placed her hand against the surface of the stone.
The moment her skin touched it—
A burst of silver light exploded across the clearing.
Wind whipped through the trees as the ground cracked open beneath the altar.
From the glowing light, a massive shape began to rise.
The Lycan warriors who had followed them into the forest stepped back in shock.
“What in the moon goddess…”
The creature that emerged from the earth was enormous.
A wolf.
But not a normal wolf.
Its fur shimmered like liquid silver beneath the sunlight. Its eyes glowed with the same ancient light as the symbols on the altar.
The creature stood nearly twice the size of a normal Lycan.
Its presence radiated power.
And yet…
It looked directly at Aria.
Not with hostility.
But with recognition.
The giant wolf slowly lowered its head.
Inside Aria’s mind, the voice returned.
Guardian awakened.
Aria stared at the creature in disbelief.
“You’re… one of the guardians.”
The silver wolf stepped closer.
Kael watched the scene in stunned silence.
“Aria…”
The massive creature finally spoke—not with sound, but directly into her mind.
I am Lunaris, First Guardian of the Moon-Bound.
Aria’s heart pounded.
“A guardian?”
Yes.
Its glowing eyes turned briefly toward the distant mountains.
Darkness has returned to this world.
Kael stepped forward carefully.
“You know about the creature that attacked the village?”
Lunaris’ gaze hardened.
The Devourer has awakened.
Dravoryx.
The name alone seemed to chill the air around them.
Aria looked at the guardian.
“Then we have to stop him.”
Lunaris nodded slowly.
You cannot defeat him alone.
The guardian’s silver eyes glowed brighter.
But together…
There may still be hope.
Far away in the mountains, Dravoryx suddenly lifted his head.
His golden eyes narrowed.
Magnus noticed immediately.
“What is it?”
Dravoryx smiled darkly.
“I felt something.”
“What kind of something?”
The creature spread his massive wings slowly.
“The Moon-Bound…”
His grin widened.
“So the guardians have begun to awaken.”
Magnus crossed his arms.
“Good.”
Dravoryx looked toward the distant forest where Aria stood with Lunaris.
“Very good.”
Because that means the real war…
Is finally about to begin.