The Start of the Moonborn War
287 Words
The forest exploded with howls.
Not a few wolves.
Hundreds.
The dark treeline surrounding Blackridge came alive as glowing eyes appeared between the trees. Massive shapes pushed through the brush, their growls rumbling like distant thunder.
Aria felt the ground vibrate beneath her boots.
Lyra inhaled sharply.
“That’s… a lot more wolves than I expected.”
Torren cracked his neck.
“Vargan didn’t just call a pack.”
Darius’s gray eyes narrowed.
“He called every pack willing to follow him.”
Kael stepped closer to Aria.
“Stay behind us.”
She folded her arms.
“Have you met me?”
“Yes,” he said.
“Which is why I’m saying it.”
Another howl echoed—louder this time.
Then Vargan emerged from the trees again.
But he wasn’t alone.
Two enormous wolves stepped beside him.
Both clearly Alphas.
One was black as night, his eyes glowing icy blue.
The other was larger than even Vargan, his fur dark brown with streaks of gray.
Lyra growled.
“Fenrir and Magnus.”
Torren spat on the ground.
“Great. The worst ones.”
Aria blinked.
“Those are the extra Alphas?”
Kael nodded grimly.
“Vargan brought reinforcements.”
Vargan raised his voice so every wolf could hear.
“Packs of the wild!”
The forest quieted instantly.
“Tonight we take the Moonborn!”
The wolves behind him erupted in savage growls.
“And tomorrow,” Vargan continued, “we take the world that should have always belonged to us!”
The enemy packs howled their approval.
Lyra stepped forward.
“You’ll start a war with humans that will wipe us all out.”
Vargan smirked.
“Only if we lose.”
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