Fated For Lycan's Luna (Chloe and Blake)

Blake

"Alpha Kain is ready to meet you now," an old man with chilling, ice-cold eyes whispered, sending shivers down my spine. I nodded curtly, my curiosity piqued, and followed him down a dimly lit corridor, only to be halted abruptly by the same old man.

"Only you," he hissed with a harshness that cut through the air, casting a disdainful glance at my comrades. His disrespect for an alpha like me was palpable, but I concealed my indifference, feigning annoyance and offense. My knuckles whitened as I clenched my fists, reluctantly dismissing my men before reluctantly trailing the old man into the heart of Alpha Kain's fortress.

Stepping through the imposing gates of the castle, a glint of anticipation sparked in my eyes. This was the very first time I had been granted access to the enigmatic Blood Hound Pack.

Kain was notorious for his secrecy and mistrust; meetings were always held in foreign territories, never within the confines of his own pack. However, some urgency had compelled him to summon me here. A subtle chill crept into my gaze as I discreetly scanned the eerie layout of the place. 'Blood Hound Pack, what an unsettling place,' I mused silently.

At this juncture, Kain's dominion extended across nearly every werewolf pack in the world. He ruled with an iron fist, positioning himself as the supreme sovereign of the werewolf realm, orchestrating death and chaos.

He had even erected a castle, a regal fortress where he reigned. Unsurprisingly, the Blood Hound Pack's exterior resembled an opulent castle with seemingly lax defenses.

Yet, with a keener eye, I discerned the perilous traps concealed within every nook and cranny, capable of instant death for the unwary. The pervasive scent of blood in the air and the anxiety etched onto the faces of the servants attested to the castle's macabre history, hinting at countless werewolf lives lost to these treacherous mechanisms.

old man interjected, his tone

dead," he added with wicked delight. I contorted my features into a mask of barely suppressed

Alpha Kain. He regarded me with icy detachment, an imposing figure on his colossal throne. I clenched my fists even tighter, bowing

I intoned calmly, my voice steady despite the oppressive aura that encircled me. Over the past few

with Chloe, his presence seemed oddly bearable. Thinking about Chloe,

weakness, appearing paler and more submissive. It was only when Kain noticed my trembling shoulders that he withdrew his oppressive

his voice cutting through the tense

on the Red Moon Pack troubles me. Are you

suspicion hung in the air like a shroud. His first words pierced the silence, and my eyes, once warm, turned frigid as a bitter memory resurfaced. I retorted, my voice

their aura and their fighting style, they truly bear the mark of the Red Moon Pack's remnants. Their use of a unique poison

my words measured and resolute. "I hold absolute certainty in what I've witnessed," I concluded, choosing to divulge nothing more. To over

was eradicated five years past. I, personally, visited their territory to ensure every last one met

he testing me?' My demeanor remained indifferent, but I

stated. "But my eyes have not deceived me," I