FATED MATE: THE TRUE LUNA

Chapter 15: The Truth Between Enemies

The forest was silent.

Only the wind moved between the towering trees as Daven Morgan and Kael Blackfang stood facing each other.

Neither lowered their weapons.

Neither trusted the other.

Kael's silver eyes gleamed beneath the moonlight.

"Why are you searching for Thea Dragona, Alpha?"

Daven's grip tightened around his bow.

"You seem to know a lot about her."

A faint smile crossed Kael's face.

"And you seem very interested in a woman who supposedly disappeared ten years ago."

For a long moment, neither spoke.

Then Daven finally asked the question that had haunted him for years.

"Is she alive?"

Kael studied him carefully.

The Alpha's voice carried something unexpected.

Not hatred.

Not vengeance.

Hope.

Dangerous hope.

Kael laughed quietly.

"Interesting."

Daven's eyes narrowed.

"Answer me."

Kael stepped forward.

"The answer depends on which name you're asking about."

A chill ran through Daven.

"What does that mean?"

Kael shrugged.

"The girl you knew as Verra no longer exists."

The words struck harder than any blade.

But before Daven could react, Kael continued.

"She survived."

Daven froze.

His heart stopped.

Survived.

The word echoed inside his mind.

For ten years, he had believed she abandoned him.

For ten years, he had buried the pain.

And now...

Everything he believed might have been a lie.

"What happened to her?" Daven demanded.

Kael's expression darkened.

"She was hunted."

Daven felt his wolf growl.

"Hunted by whom?"

"You already know the answer."

Geneva Dragona.

The name immediately appeared in his thoughts.

Kael didn't need to say it.

The silence confirmed everything.

Daven's chest tightened.

Verra never abandoned him.

She never broke her promise.

She never chose to leave.

She had been taken.

A storm of emotions exploded inside him.

Anger.

Relief.

Guilt.

Hope.

All at once.

For ten years he had blamed her.

For ten years he had hated her memory.

And she had been fighting for her life.

Far away...

Verra suddenly stopped walking.

Her breath caught.

The mate bond pulsed violently.

A strange warmth spread through her chest.

She placed a hand over her heart.

"What is happening?"

The sensation felt familiar.

Comforting.

Yet terrifying.

As if someone important had just learned a life-changing truth.

Her wolf stirred.

Restless.

Excited.

"Daven..."

The name escaped her lips before she could stop it.

Back in the forest...

Kael noticed Daven's expression.

Interesting.

Very interesting.

The hunter had expected anger.

Instead, the Alpha looked devastated.

Almost heartbroken.

"So you really cared about her."

Daven didn't answer.

Because the truth was obvious.

He always had.

Even when he tried to forget.

Even when he convinced himself he hated her.

A part of him had never stopped waiting beneath that Narra Tree.

Kael sighed.

"This is why fate is cruel."

"What do you mean?"

The hunter looked toward the moon.

"The woman you're searching for isn't the same girl anymore."

Daven's jaw tightened.

"People change."

Kael nodded.

"They do."

Then his voice became serious.

"And some are forced to become warriors."

The two stood in silence.

For the first time, they were no longer enemies speaking through weapons.

They were men connected by the same woman.

Then-

Rustle.

Kael instantly turned.

Someone was hiding nearby.

Daven raised his bow.

"Show yourself."

A frightened figure emerged from the bushes.

A young scout.

No older than seventeen.

His clothes carried the insignia of Dragon Fire Pack.

The boy froze when he saw the two warriors .

Kael frowned.

"You're not a soldier."

The scout immediately dropped to his knees.

"Please don't kill me!"

Daven lowered his bow slightly.

"Who sent you?"

The young man hesitated.

Fear filled his eyes.

Finally, he answered.

"Lady Sylvia."

Both men exchanged a glance.

Not assassins.

Not spies sent to kill.

An intelligence scout.

A watcher.

Kael folded his arms.

"Why?"

The boy swallowed nervously.

"Lady Sylvia ordered me to observe Alpha Daven's movements."

Daven's expression darkened.

"Observe?"

"She wanted reports."

The scout quickly lowered his head.

"Only reports, Alpha. Nothing more."

Kael smirked.

"Looks like your future bride doesn't trust you."

Daven wasn't surprised.

Political engagements were built on alliances, not affection.

Still, something felt strange.

"What exactly was she looking for?"

The scout hesitated.

Then he answered quietly.

"She wanted to know if there was another woman."

Silence.

Even Kael looked amused.

Daven closed his eyes.

Of course.

Sylvia wasn't worried about enemies.

She was worried about losing him.

The scout continued.

"Recently, Lady Sylvia noticed you've been leaving the territory more often."

"And she learned you were searching for someone."

Kael laughed.

"A jealous fiancée."

"Not exactly."

The scout's next words caught their attention.

"Lady Sylvia seemed... afraid."

Daven frowned.

"Afraid of what?"

The boy looked down.

"That someone from the past might return."

Kael's amusement vanished.

Interesting.

Very interesting.

Before anyone could speak again—

A powerful pulse erupted through the forest.

BOOM!

The ground trembled.

All three immediately looked north.

Far beyond the mountains.

Far beyond the trees.

A pillar of red-gold lightning briefly illuminated the horizon.

Then vanished.

Daven's wolf stirred violently.

Kael's eyes widened.

Because both men recognized the energy.

Verra.

Thea.

The Dragon Heir.

Somewhere in the darkness, her power had awakened again.

Daven felt his heart pound.

Kael felt a chill run down his spine.

Neither spoke.

But both were thinking the same thing.

The prophecy was moving forward.

Meanwhile...

Inside Dragon Fire Palace...

Sylvia sat alone in her chamber.

A half-finished report lay on her desk.

Every page contained the same name.

Daven Morgan.

She stared at the moon outside her window.

For years she had accepted her future.

She would marry Daven.

Become Luna of Storm Wind.

Strengthen both packs.

That was her duty.

Yet recently, doubt had begun creeping into her heart.

Not because Daven hated her.

But because she could feel it.

His attention.

His focus.

His heart.

All drifting toward someone else.

Someone unseen.

Someone from the past.

A knock sounded.

"Enter."

Her scout stepped into the room and bowed.

"My Lady."

Sylvia immediately stood.

"What did you learn?"

The scout hesitated.

Then answered.

"Alpha Daven is searching for a woman."

Sylvia closed her eyes.

The answer hurt more than she expected.

"What woman?"

The scout swallowed.

"I don't know her identity."

"But whoever she is..."

"He has never forgotten her."

For a moment, Sylvia remained silent.

Then she dismissed the scout.

After the door closed, she stared into the darkness.

Not with hatred.

Not with jealousy.

But with fear.

Because for the first time...

She wondered if fate had already chosen someone else.

Meanwhile...

Deep beneath Dragon Fire Palace...

The Black Mirror suddenly glowed.

Darkness swirled violently.

Geneva stepped back.

For the first time in weeks...

The mirror spoke.

An ancient voice emerged from the shadows.

Malevolent.

Hungry.

Powerful.

"The heirs awaken..."

Geneva's blood ran cold.

The voice continued.

"The Dragon Storm..."

"And the Storm King..."

The chamber trembled.

Cracks spread across the floor.

Geneva stared at the mirror.

Fear slowly appeared in her eyes.

Because she had never heard those titles before.

And somehow...

She knew they were not names.

They were warnings.

Warnings of two powers destined to destroy everything she had built.