Chapter 20: The power of the Moon
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The battlefield trembled beneath the clash of two Alphas.
Kael’s massive Lycan form towered over the warriors, black fur bristling as his golden eyes burned with fury.
Across from him, Magnus stood steady.
Blood stained his lips.
But his smile never faded.
“Impressive,” Magnus said, circling slowly. “You truly are the strongest king this kingdom has ever had.”
Kael’s growl deepened.
“And you’re still the same traitor who thinks he deserves my throne.”
Magnus chuckled.
“I don’t want your throne.”
His gaze shifted past him.
To her.
Alina.
“I want the power standing behind you.”
Kael roared—
And charged.
The ground shattered beneath his weight as he slammed into Magnus, sending him crashing across the battlefield.
Dust exploded into the air.
But Magnus recovered quickly.
His blade flashed—
SLASH!
It cut across Kael’s shoulder.
Not deep—
But enough.
A warning.
A reminder.
These two weren’t just fighting—
They were tearing the battlefield apart.
Nearby, Alina struggled to breathe.
Her silver aura still burned around her body.
But it felt different now.
Stronger.
Alive.
The moon above seemed to answer her.
“What’s happening to me…?” she whispered.
A sudden movement—
A rebel wolf rushed her.
“Take the Moon-Bound!”
Alina reacted instantly.
Her hands rose—
Light gathered—
But this time…
It didn’t explode.
It focused.
Condensed.
A beam of silver energy shot forward—
CRACK!
The wolf was hurled across the battlefield, dragged along the ground like he had been struck by lightning.
Gasps spread through the nearby warriors.
Alina stared at her hands.
“I didn’t even—”
She stopped.
Because she felt it.
Control.
For the first time.
Across the battlefield, Magnus saw everything.
His eyes sharpened.
“Interesting…”
He forced Kael back with a powerful strike and stepped away.
“You’re evolving faster than expected.”
Kael moved instantly, placing himself between them.
Claws dug into the ground.
“You’re not getting near her.”
Magnus wiped the blood from his lip.
“You still don’t understand, King Kael.”
He pointed toward the sky.
The moon blazed above them.
Brighter than ever.
Its light pouring down onto Alina like a blessing—
Or a curse.
“That power is fully awakening,” Magnus said.
“And when it does…”
His smile darkened.
“This kingdom won’t survive it unchanged.”
Then—
A sound cut through the battlefield.
A roar.
Deep.
Thunderous.
Not from either side.
Everything stopped.
Even the war itself seemed to hesitate.
Kael froze.
His ears twitched.
His instincts screamed.
Another roar echoed—
Louder.
Closer.
Alina felt a chill crawl down her spine.
“That… what is that?”
The rebel wolves began to murmur uneasily.
“That’s not one of ours…”
Kael’s expression hardened.
Something rare—
Something dangerous—
Entered his eyes.
Recognition.
“Impossible…” he muttered.
Alina looked at him.
“What is it?”
Kael didn’t look at her.
His gaze locked onto the distant mountains.
His voice dropped.
Grave.
“Something far worse than this rebellion.”
The ground trembled again.
Slow.
Heavy.
Deliberate.
From the shadows beyond the battlefield—
A massive shape began to move.
Too large.
Too powerful.
Too unnatural.
And as it stepped closer into the faint light—
One truth became clear.
It wasn’t a wolf.
And whatever it was—
It was coming straight for them.
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