Page 90 of My Only Luna

“He’ll be fine.”

“But something could happen…” I try one final time. I don’t want to put both brothers at risk with them being the only heirs to their pack. But I know how stubborn Rafael is, and Alejandro is at a whole other level.

“To you maybe,” Alejandro smirks cockily.

“Well then, if that’s sorted, let’s go then,” Liam says. Worry and urgency are seeping through the cracks in his calm façade. He’s worried about Scarlett too, his emotions a mess, and he’s on edge.

“He’s right. Let’s go.” With those words, we shift, muscles rippling and claws tearing into the earth as we surge forward. The forest explodes with the thunder of pounding paws. The wind whips past me, tangling through my fur as I push harder, faster, needing to get to her.

I’m coming, Scarlett. Hold on. I’m coming for you.

And Zidane, your time is over. You will not live to see the dawn of another damn day. Your fucking doom isn’t just near, it’s upon you. I am ready to be your executioner, ready to carry out judgement, and I assure you there will be no mercy.

Then I see a blur of a man running past me and my eyes widen in shock.

Alejandro?

The speed he’s running at is… inhuman, even for a werewolf. No, he’s faster than a werewolf, and he’s in human form. What the fuck is he?

I feel a chill go down my spine. There is something off about the boy.No human or wolf can run that fast.I wonder what he is. Rafael has never shared anything extra, but right now, looking at the shadow ahead, I know he’s been keeping things from me. But no matter how much I try to wrap my head around it, I can’t.

How is he doing that?

I speed up, wanting to outrun the boy. I inch closer to him, pushing with everything I have. I am fast. That is something that I have always had an edge on over other alphas.

But even as I come in line with him, he’s still keeping up on his two legs, and he continues to do so as we run side by side as I try to get past him, but it seems no matter how much I try, he is able to match my pace.

“What happened, Alpha? Did your pride just take a hit?” Alejandro mocks as he jumps over tree roots. I can’t reply in wolf form, but I want to ask the boy exactly what he is, because he is not an ordinary teen werewolf. He doesn’t even have his wolf yet...

But the sound of a howl in the distance pulls me from those thoughts, my mind once again rushing back to Scarlett. Is she safe? I push the fear down as I focus on getting to the heart of the Desert Storm Pack.

Soon the trees begin to thin out and I spot members of Zidane’s pack that are stationed across the tree line. It is clear they were expecting us.

I step forward; the plan through Candice was that those who were willing to stand against him knew Scarlett would be here.If Scarlett is here, they most likely know Zidane has her. Would that make them change their mind and instead decide not to help us?I’m not sure, but I need to hope for the best.

Stepping forward, I shift into a man. Rafael and Liam step closer on either side of me, still in wolf form.

“I, Alpha Elijah Westwood of the Blood Moon Pack, and the mate to your future Alpha, Scarlett Malone, am asking you to stand down.” I don’t want to put his name with hers, but that is who they see her as. “Zidane’s ruthless reign ends now. Step down, accept Scarlett as your new Alpha, and we will avoid a lot of bloodshed!” I thunder, my voice carrying to every single werewolf here, letting my Alpha aura surround me.

The sound of thundering hearts, heavy breathing and the shift of claws in the earth fill the air before two of the men smirk coldly.

“We know who you are. Do you think we didn’t know of your plan to come? Not everyone who pretended to side with the old Luna was actually on her side,” one of them taunts.

That was a risk that we knew could happen, but it’s the words he used that make me frown,old Luna…My eyes widen in shock.Is Candice Zidane’s mother?

Now things make sense. She didn’t seem like an omega, and her reaction to Scarlett was because she is her blood. Her grandmother.

“Then you’ve signed your life away,” I say simply, my voice cold as ice. I don’t need to give a signal for my allied wolves to surge forward. I break into a run, rushing at the man who had spoken, shifting in mid-air before tearing his heart out.

If you don’t plan to serve your Alpha, then you are better off dead. And with the first blood spilt by me, the rest roar, the pace for a full-on bloodbath laid out.

And like the wolves we are, we are hungry for more.

Remnants of Wrath

Elijah

All around, wolves fight wolves. Even the cloudy skies seem to mirror the mood of those fighting beneath it. I can taste the blood, smell the death, the rage, the carnal hunger of that around me.

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