CHAPTER 5
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X Chapter Five X
“And who,” Sasha’s voice thundered, low and deadly,
“said the Spirit Clan could leave that too with there heads on there Bodies?”
Every wolf in the hall froze.
Even though Sasha was still descending the stairs, still several feet from the doorway, none of them could move. Not even to breathe. His aura pinned them like iron spikes through their bones.
Vina’s blood ran cold.
Why did I say that..? Why?
Sasha took another step. The house vibrated.
His shadow spilled across the floor like a hunting predator.
“Did you truly think,” he continued, voice flat and dangerous, “that I would let the Spirit Clan walk away so easily? After attempting to sacrifice my Luna?”
His eyes ignited into burning red flames, heat rippling through the hall.
The Spirit Clan stiffened by the doorway.
Sherlock, the Spirit Wolf, visibly trembled
His ceremonial robe was now stained with the shame of fear-induced urine.
“Alpha Sasha—please—spare us…” Sherlock stuttered, falling to his knees. “I—I acted only because your mother, Vina, was desperate. You were dying! Your Moon Heart was withering! She was in depression, drowning in despair—we had to do something—anything to save our alpha—”
Sasha tilted his head slowly.
A cold, merciless smile touched his lips.
“Sherlock,” he said, his voice a deadly purr,
“all this talking… does nothing but make me want to rip you apart faster.”
Sherlock’s mouth snapped shut.
Vina panicked. She stepped forward with trembling hands.
“Son, it’s my fault. I told him to find a solution. Your father could no longer control the pack—the rebels were growing stronger—the Moon Shadow Pack was collapsing under pressure. I only— I only wanted to help please understand!”
Sasha’s head turned sharply, his gaze slicing into her.
“Vina Ronoarh,” he said, voice rising into a snarl,
“what does KILLING MY MATE have to do with rebel wolves?”
His aura burst outward like a shockwave.
The entire Spirit Clan slammed to the ground, crushed by invisible force.
Some choked. Some screamed. Others went silent in terror.
“PLEASE, Sasha!” Vina cried. “Calm down”
“Don’t you DARE,” Sasha hissed—
And his hand snapped around her throat.
Vina gasped, her feet leaving the ground.
Her fingers clawed at his arm as she choked, face reddening.
“Tell me,” Sasha growled, squeezing harder,
“why I shouldn’t destroy the entire Spirit Clan for touching my Luna?”
Vina could barely form words.
Her voice was a thin gasp.
“Y-your Luna… Sasha… your mate… she needs help… stop this chaos and tend to her—before it’s too late…”
At the mention of Wren—
Sasha froze.
His grip loosened.
He dropped Vina to the floor where she collapsed, coughing violently, clutching her throat.
She wheezed out through ragged breaths, “Uncle… t-take the clan… back to the refuge. Before he changes his mind.”
Sherlock scrambled to his feet, legs shaking uncontrollably.
“Let’s go!” he barked—
And the Spirit Clan scattered like headless chickens, stumbling over each other in their desperation to flee the mansion, the embarrassing exist was contrast to there dramatic entrance.
Vina remained on the floor, panting.
“Sasha… I know you’re upset,” she whispered hoarsely. “But I tried to help. Finding her wasn’t easy. She lived in the smallest county not even in Junesia. I searched everywhere.”
She lifted her tear-filled eyes.
“I found her for you. Don’t I deserve forgiveness?”
Sasha turned his head slowly, jaw clenched in fury.
“You tried to kill her,” he said softly—too softly.
“You almost sacrificed her for a ritual that made no sense. What if I hadn’t woken up? What then?”
His eyes glowed with rage.
“Vina… don’t ever make such a mistake again.”
His voice dropped to a chilling whisper.
“Last warning.”
Without waiting for her reply, he stormed back up the stairs, each step vibrating the air with raw dominance.
Willom rushed to Vina, lifting her gently from the floor.
“Willom…” Vina whispered, dazed.
“Can you explain what just happened today?”
Willom stared blankly at the stairs, eyes wide.
“I… I don’t know,” he breathed. “I truly don’t.”
Sasha pushed his bedroom door closed softly looking at wren's face
a stark contrast to the storm boiling in his chest.
Wren lay unconscious on the bed, her small body unmoving.
This time she didn’t twitch or groan.
She was completely still.
Too still.
Her cuts, her bruises, her trembling breaths—
every mark told a story of pain she should have never endured.
Sasha approached her quietly, each step heavy with emotion he wasn’t used to feeling.
He knelt beside the bed.
She looked so small.
So fragile.
Too fragile for the cruelty she had been thrown into.
Her long lashes rested on her cheeks like soft shadows.
Her lips were pale.
Her breathing faint.
A strange ache twisted in Sasha’s chest
protective, furious, overwhelming.
He brushed a strand of hair gently from her face.
“So this…” he whispered, voice deep and soft,
“…is how we first meet.”
But then—
Something caught his eye.
Just behind Wren’s ear, hidden beneath her messy hair, a faint symbol it was no bigger than a coin—began to shimmer softly.
A pale, moon-silver glow pulsed beneath her skin like a heartbeat that didn’t belong to her , it wasn't common anywhere he had never seen such magic before.
Sasha’s expression froze.
His breath hitched.
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