This book is a continuation of the first book 'Rise of the New Moon'...
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Marcos Rivera is the Alpha of the New Moon Pack. When his former pack was almost wiped out by a surprised rogue attack orchestrated by his uncle, he de...
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The past few days have been a relentless marathon of fatigue. Our pursuit of the viper snake, Luis, has been like chasing a phantom, a mysterious figure that eludes our grasp.
Despite the relentless vigilance of our covert warriors, who keep a watchful eye over both the warehouse and the bunker tucked away in the woods, it's as if that damned Luis has a sixth sense or some divine shield protecting him.
We huddled around the dining room table, our minds entangled in the web of our next move. The room was thick with tension and disappointment, a heavy cloud that had settled on everyone.
Marcos chose to whisk his mate away to their new sanctuary, their home. The living room was alive with the low hum of conversation as Trayvon, my son Gabriel, Elder Ruth, and the Alpha's Lunas engaged in hushed discourse.
Before he left, Aiyden tried to lift the heavy mood and shared his pregnancy news, and the room's atmosphere shifted.
The prospect of becoming an uncle brought tears to my mate's eyes, and he found solace in his older brother's arms.
We decided to inject some spirit into the room, so I fetched a bottle of specially brewed rum from the bar and glasses, placing them at the table's heart.
Everyone grabbed a glass and poured rum inside, their hands trembling with anticipation and anxiety.
After I sat, my gaze turned to Elder Malik, "Has Rexx discovered any new information?"
Rexx, Dr. Johnson's mate, had taken it upon himself to deal with the men who had harmed his mate.
We initially thought he'd kill them outright, but he declared that death was too lenient a punishment. The council's cruel techniques were known for inflicting unimaginable suffering.
His promise was one of suffering, to leave Julio and Theo craving the mercy of death.
Rexx surprised us. Yes, he was a psychiatrist, but he was also an interrogator working with the Werewolf Council.
His specialty was playing with the enemy's minds until he got the needed information.
However, amidst the turmoil, we received a ray of hope. Dr. Johnson is on the mend and will leave the hospital in two days.
This news serves as a beacon of hope in our chaotic situation, reminding us that there is light even in the darkest times.
Ian and Axel were sitting beside me, while Alpha Felix and his mate, Alpha Dean, were sitting on the other side of the table in front of us.
Elder Malik's gaze met mine, heavy with unspoken truths. Beside him, Eilam nursed his rum, the same as Elder Jonas, and the silence was louder than words. "Sadly, no new leads," he began, but the rest was lost to me as a sharp pang seized my chest, and Rolf's agonized whisper echoed in my mind.
"Onix." Then, shattering the tense air.
A cry of pure anguish tore from Trayvon's throat, "Aiyden!" It was a sound that seemed to shatter the very air around us.
"What's wrong?" Ian's voice was a sharp contrast, demanding and urgent.
I looked back at the others; my hand pressed against my chest as if to keep my heart from bursting out. "Marcos... he's in trouble," was all I could whisper.
Our brotherly bond was like a silent siren, warning us that something was wrong.
The agonizing sobs of my mate soon accompanied the sound of hurried footsteps. Gabriel, my son, and Elder Ruth were behind him, their faces a canvas of raw pain and fear.
Branden-lee stormed into the kitchen, his face as pale as death, followed by a group of pack members who filled the Pack House with dread. Their faces were masks of fear.
I saw Trayvon running towards me, his eyes wide with terror as he spotted me.
I tried to stand firm, to offer him some solace. His body smashed into mine, shaking with sobs that echoed his fear.
"Something happened. Marcos and my brother... I saw them covered in blood," he whimpered, his words fragmented as he fought for breath.
As his words echoed in the room, another body slammed into my side. "Papa... it's Dad and Daddy Aiyden," the desperate cries of my son and my mate filled the air, their arms wrapped tightly around me.
Suddenly, the room was a whirlwind of activity. Elder Malik's voice rang out, "We need to start the search for our Alpha and Luna!" I stood frozen, fear gripping me.
Elder Jonas's authoritative demand for calm momentarily stilled the storm. "Everyone calm down!"
As everyone turned their gaze toward the Elder of Elders, Jonas took a deep breath and approached us, signaling Branden-Lee and Gabriel to join him. Gabriel stood beside Elder Ruth, tears running down their faces.
The Elder gently touched Trayvon and Carlos's shoulders as they stood before us. "Stay calm. We need to understand what's happened and find them. You're our best hope." Trayvon buried his face in my chest, his voice barely a whisper.
"I can't... I'm terrified." Elder Malik's inquiry pierced the hush and asked Jonas.
"Do you know where Alpha Marcos and Luna Aiyden are?" Jonas met his gaze, sorrowful.
"My visions are clouded; even if they were clear, I can't disclose what I see."
Elder Malik's nod was faint, a silent acknowledgment of our shared fear. The shrill ring of our phones sliced through the air, a chilling alarm.
Our hearts hammered, matching the frantic rhythm of our breaths.
Footsteps thundered a relentless onslaught. Lucas, Khai, and Riley stormed in, eyes aflame, parents trailing like shadows.
They flanked my son, who seized his mate with primal rage, sobs choked by fear.
Alyssa, Stephanie, and Jadyn joined them, their determination as unwavering as the support they provided to their mates.
The Pack House quaked, its walls reverberating with collective dread.
My phone emerged from my pocket, as I clicked the speaker button my hand trembling.
"Yes," my voice trembled.
"Beta Javier!" Parker's frantic voice pierced the chaos. "Is Alpha Marcos—" My heart clenched.
"What's happened?" I hissed. Gasps echoed.
"Car accident," Parker rasped. "Jeremy, Mason, and Andrea are on their way to the Pack Hospital in the ambulance... Alpha's hanging on by a thread."
Panic clawed at my throat. "And Aiyden?"
Parker's exhale was heavy. "Luna Aiyden, wasn't in the car." Fury surged, eclipsing fear.
"Get to the hospital," Parker urged. "Now. Alpha Marcos..." His voice cracked.
