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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Trayvon, I, and the rest of our pack arrived at the foreboding entrance of Pack Hospital, mere moments trailing the ambulance that held Marcos in its steel clutches. Dr. Chang, his mate Dr. Ananya, and even the venerable Dr. Johnson leaning heavily on his mate Rexx, were there.
The ambulance's wailing sirens echoed ominously in the night, their shrill cries matching the frantic beating of my heart. Jeremy jumped out of the driver's seat and sprinted to the back of the ambulance. Mason stepped out as the doors swung open with a chilling creak, his face pale under the harsh lights.
With Jeremy's help, they unloaded the gurney, and a sight that will forever haunt my nightmares unfolded.
The piercing sound of the ambulance siren was still ringing in my ears when they wheeled him out. My brother, once so full of life, now lay broken and bleeding on the gurney. His body was a macabre tableau of cuts and bruises; each wound a stark testament to the violence of the crash.
The blood seeped into his clothes, dyeing the white sheets a chilling shade of red. His face contorted with pain. The harsh, unforgiving light of the hospital threw the grim scene into sharp relief, each shadow deepening the sense of dread.
Each drop of blood that fell to the ground was a silent toll, and as they wheeled him past, the world narrowed to the pallor of his face—each line of pain etched deep into my memory.
Two screams, sharp and piercing, broke the silence, followed by the sound of someone sobbing uncontrollably. Two bodies slammed into me, anchoring me to the spot as if my feet were stuck to the ground. I couldn't tear my gaze away from the figure being wheeled into the hospital, a sight that will forever be imprinted in my memory. Dr. Chang and Dr. Amanya ran to assist Jeremy and Mason. I heard Jeremy recounting the events to Dr. Chang, but I couldn't make out the words, too terrified to face the possibility of losing Marcos.
I was pulled from my trance when I felt a comforting hand squeezing my shoulder and the voice of our Gamma Alex. "Beta Javier, we should go inside." I blinked and looked beside me. My mate and son were already gone. I hadn't even realized that Trayvon and Carlos had already run inside after the doctors. I nodded and slowly walked inside the Pack Hospital.
As I arrived at the waiting hall, Trayvon was sitting sobbing softly. Carlos was pacing up and down in distress while Manuel stood leaning on one of the walls in front of them, watching my mate and son attentively.
As soon as Carlos and my mate saw me, they ran to my side; I opened my arms to my mate as soon as his body hit mine. I wrapped my arms over his shoulders tightly while he sobbed; his beautiful eyes were now blood-red and puffy, tears still streaking down his face.
Like my mate, my son's eyes were puffy and red as he stood before me with determination. "Papa, I want to go to the place where the accident happened. Maybe I can get some clues on where they're taking Daddy Aiyden,"
Manuel approached us. "Javier, don't worry, he won't go by himself. I'll be going with him,"
Carlos looked at me pleadingly, saying. "As our Luna's Protector, I must help him. I already failed to protect him. Please let me do this; you can inform me of Dad's progress. I know he's in good hands here. Right now, we need to figure out where our Luna is."
I inhaled sharply, the air heavy like lead in my lungs. It wasn't the moment to crumble—my brother, Aiyden, and the pack depended on me.
My mind and heart were in turmoil, a hurricane of emotions spiraling out of control, until a female voice from behind interrupted us. "Beta Javier," she began, her tone laced with a quiet strength, "Carlos is our finest tracker. Trust in his abilities; Parker is still at the crime scene." Turning, I was greeted by Andrea, Mason's mate, still in her police uniform, her face a picture of worry.
Before shifting my attention to her, my gaze turned to Carlos and Manuel, and I nodded in agreement. Carlos spun on his heel, a blur of motion, while Manuel hesitated.
I clutched his wrist, my touch a silent plea. "Take care of my son. Also, take a few warriors and comb the area," I ordered my voice a commandment.
Manuel's nod was a silent oath, "Will do, Javier; you don't have to worry. Just keep us informed of the Alpha's progress." I nodded, and then he followed Carlos.
I turned to Andrea, and I couldn't help but ask, "What happened?" Mason moved closer, his arm a protective veil over Andrea's shoulders. His eyes, shadowed with concern, beckoned us to the hospital chairs.
"Let's sit," he murmured. "I'll share what little we know." The waiting room was cold and sterile, and echoes of despair clung to the stiff chairs.
I guided Trayvon onto my lap; his body wracked with silent sobs that shook us both. My heart fractured with each tear that stained his cheeks.
Gently, I tilted his face toward mine, only to find his eyes lost, distant—glossy marbles reflecting a world turned upside down. He had been trying to reach Aiyden through their mind link since we'd learned of his abduction, but only silence answered.
He looked at me, a silent plea in his gaze, and shook his head; no words were needed. I enveloped him in an embrace, a feeble shield against the cruelty of fate.
"I'm sorry, baby. Rest now," I whispered, my voice a thread of hope. "We'll bring him home."
His head nestled against me, his sobs subsiding into the calm of exhaustion. I looked back at Mason and Andrea and nodded. Mason took a deep breath, steeling himself, and recounted the details of Marcos's accident.
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Pain. That was the first thing he registered as he slowly regained consciousness. His body was sore, his head pounded, and every breath he took was a struggle.
He tried to move, but his body protested. It took him a moment to realize he was in a large, dirty cage. His heart sank. He had been abducted.
Fear and desperation washed over him. He was a werewolf, used to the freedom of the wild, his pack's friendship and respect, and his mate's comforting presence. Now, he was trapped, alone, and injured.
He looked around, his eyes straining in the dim light, searching for a way out.
He had to escape.
He had to get back to his pack, to his brother, to his mate.
The thought of them filled him with a desperate determination.
