Lone Howl: Echoes of Scarlet's Unforgiving Vengeance

Chapter 1

Scarlet's Pov:

The first light of dawn painted the sky in soft pastels, casting a gentle glow over the ancient woods where my pack thrives. The Silver Star Pack, a symbol of centuries of lupine history, is located in the center of this mystical world. Tall trees form a natural fortress, their branches entwined like ancient guardians.

I emerge from the depths of the woods. My auburn hair, touched by the morning dew, frames a face marked with determination.

"Now, 200 pushups in your human form," I order. My voice carries weight and resilience, a command that demands obedience.

Within a second, the cracking of bones fills the training ground as all the members change into their human forms. Huffs and a chorus of denial can be heard, but I pay no heed to it.

"Why do we even need this training?" Nina, the delta's daughter, whines. Her hands rest over her knees as she bends forward, taking deep puffs.

"True. We are the strongest pack. We don't need any stupid training. Let Alpha Ryan come back; I'll privately talk to him," Natasha, the beta's daughter, purrs.

A shiver runs through my veins as the words reach my ears. My wolf growls, but I restrain her before she can shift and attack Natasha.

"Training isn't just about being tough or weak. It's about more than fighting for yourself; it's also about being strong to help others who can't defend themselves," I explain.

"We don't need training from an unstable Luna," Natasha mutters. Embarrassment coats me as I hear her words. I know many pack members' thoughts mirror Natasha's.

Ever since I came to this pack and mated Alpha Ryan, I've been constantly having gruesome nightmares. I don't know the reason for it. Because of this, many people protest against me, saying I'm not fit to be Luna. But I always prove them wrong with my leadership skills and kind nature.

"You can't defeat your enemy with lipstick, now can you?" I retort, my words ringing in the training field. Natasha huffs and walks away.

I can feel their exhaustion and frustration in the pack link, but I refuse to acknowledge it. They need the training more, especially with the frequent attacks of rogues on neighboring packs. Magic in the pack is rare and is limited to just minor illusions and small telekinetic feats. Only few pack members can weld the magic.

As I watch them train, I notice one of the pack member struggling. He's young and inexperienced, having trouble keeping up with his opponent.

I step onto the training ground, my presence commanding attention. "Stop," I say, my voice firm. "You're doing it all wrong."

"You're too tense," I continue, my voice calm.

"You need to relax and let your instincts take over." The pack member nods, his eyes filled with determination.

Some of the pack members watch in amazement as the struggling pack member holds his own against his opponent, while others simply ignore me. They can see the difference that my guidance has made.

Before my time, omegas were forbidden from shifting and defending themselves. They were relegated to menial tasks and treated like unpaid servants, enduring constant taunts and bullying from others.

After I came to the pack, I altered the rules. Now, omegas are trained with the rest of the pack. They can shift and go to school. The Alpha and I turn a blind eye, never acknowledging the injustice.

As the training session comes to an end, I address the pack members. "You all did well today," I say, my voice filled with pride.

"But remember, training is not just about physical strength. It's also about mental strength and resilience. You must be able to adapt to any situation and overcome any obstacle. That is what will make you truly strong."