Fated For Lycan's Luna (Chloe and Blake)

Blake's POV

Five years have elapsed, marking a significant period of transformation within the werewolf realm. During this relatively brief timeframe, two pivotal events unfolded, forever altering the fabric of the werewolf world.

First and foremost, a formidable alliance materialized, spearheaded by the Blood Hound Pack, which compelled other packs to join its ranks and extend support.

Failure to comply with this coercive demand meant certain annihilation, as witnessed with the tragic fate of the Red Moon Pack. Fear gripped the hearts of all, leaving them with no choice but to acquiesce and join the formidable alliance.

The second event that reverberated across the werewolf domain was the sudden disappearance of two prominent packs, the Red Moon Pack and the Silver Pack.

The entire werewolf community was aware that the Alliance had obliterated the Red Moon Pack, leaving no trace of its existence.

However, the enigma surrounding the Silver Pack's vanishing perplexed all. Speculations ran amok, with some conjecturing that they, too, fell victim to the Alliance's wrath, while others suggested they were forced into hiding after enduring relentless attacks.

Rumors even circulated that their Alpha, the esteemed Lycan King Blake, had succumbed to a fatal assault, thereby compelling the pack to seek sanctuary. Nevertheless, the truth remained shrouded in mystery, known only to a select few. What remained certain, however, was that the Blood Hound Pack, under the reign of its Alpha, Kain, had ascended to a position of power, effectively governing the entire werewolf realm.

As time inexorably marched on, the tumultuous skies gradually settled, symbolizing a period of relative tranquility. The world underwent profound changes, and I, too, found myself transformed by the shifting tides of fate.

Gazing through the window, I surveyed the once meticulously manicured garden, now overgrown and transformed into a dense forest.

concealed the pack's inner sanctum, effectively thwarting prying eyes. Stepping foot within this forbidden forest invited

self-imposed exile, I had diligently fortified our territory, transforming it into an

the pack had undergone rigorous training, molding them into

Silver Pack, once teetering on the brink of

my voice betraying a tremor beneath my ostensibly composed exterior. Closing

tone icy and devoid of warmth. Throughout these passing years, I had honed myself relentlessly. My physical form had grown stronger, my primal instincts sharper, surpassing the zenith of my previous capabilities. However, the most crucial transformation took

around my heart, rendering it impervious to the influence of others. I had truly and completely changed into the feared Lycan King, the undisputed Alpha of the indomitable

squeezed my hands tightly. It has been five long years, but my efforts yielded

started a whole new life somewhere else? And in that new life... I don't have a place anymore?" I whispered, wearing

there was a

friendly, he now showed respect and caution towards me. The

available? I have some things to report," he asked respectfully. I

at the sofa. Before he could start, I asked,

before he sighed and shook his head. "Our spies came back. They found no clue on where Chloe might be…"

his voice laced with caution. "But are you absolutely certain... that fateful night, Chloe didn't meet her end alongside the Red Moon Pack?"My expression remained unchanged, but my eyes grew colder at the mention of that night. The events that unfolded then had sent shockwaves throughout the entire werewolf community. In the span of a single night, countless

spared on that gruesome night. Every one of them met their demise by the order of Kain, the despicable Alpha of the Blood Hound

Everyone, except for me.

down at my chest, feeling the familiar warmth that resided in my heart, a profound connection that confirmed Chloe's continued existence. Not only had she survived, but she had also awakened her dormant wolf, growing stronger with