Fated For Lycan's Luna (Chloe and Blake)

The night sky stretched above like an abyss, engulfed in an inky darkness with the moon obscured behind a thick veil of clouds. A faint hue of crimson tinged the atmosphere, as if the very heavens were announcing the nature of this dreadful night—a night where untold volumes of blood would stain the earth.

My sprint lasted a mere half-minute before I found myself ambushed from the shadows, enduring two swift slashes from an unseen adversary. Instinctively, my body sprang into action, evading the attacks with uncanny agility.

"One of them" gasped in astonishment upon catching sight of me, a white wolf standing before them. "Why is the legendary white wolf here?" he exclaimed, his surprise evident.

"And why does she bear the scent of those wretched Red Moon Pack bastards?" inquired the other with a wary glance in my direction.

"It cannot be. The alpha of that pack is that despicable Vanessa. It's inconceivable that someone who once kneeled and begged like her could be a white wolf," remarked the third person.

I furrowed my brows, assessing the situation, when Aurora's voice broke through, urgency lacing her words. "We cannot linger here," she warned. "If we don't move quickly, the others will catch up to us."

"I know," I replied, anxiety lacing my voice. "But they're blocking our path. Is there a way to neutralize them without alerting the entire pack?"

Without warning, a familiar white light materialized above my heart, enveloping the bodies of the enemies.

Just as the assailants who attacked me near the concealed entrance vanished upon contact with the radiant glow, these enemies also dissolved into thin air, their expressions a mix of astonishment and fear.

Even I stood there, stunned by the unfolding events, but I had no time to ponder the inexplicable. My limbs propelled me toward an alternative exit from the pack house, my knowledge of its blueprint guiding me. Alas, moments later, I found myself ensnared, surrounded on all sides.

new alpha of the Blood Fangs

wolf form,

dawned upon him. "Damn! Are you truly Chloe, that mongrel?" he exclaimed, his voice booming

successor, only to cast

relishing in his cruel amusement. His laughter carried an eerie chill, sending

late," he declared, his gaze fixated on me with ruthless cruelty. "What's the point of your newfound shifting ability, Chloe?" he mocked. "Your territory is under siege. Your pack members

although you may be the legendary white wolf, possessing immense power, you

a mere punch would bring you crashing down... Just as it did when I

number of enemies surrounding us multiplied. I found myself utterly encircled, with

countless lives," Aurora's voice trembled within me,

those auras. Even at

Moon Pack? How... could they slaughter everyone—the young and old alike—the pack

got your tongue?" Dustan approached

luna of that Lycan King?

that pack, weren't you? I heard you were knocked up to tie him down. In the end, the

shifted deep within me. Our eyes locked—a cruel gaze meeting an

my voice. Dustan raised

shall you remember the face that will be the last