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"I, Alpha Jacob Mathews, reject Kallisto Marshall as my mate and Luna of the moonlight pack and is hereby banned to never return again" The growl could be heard from kilometers, the authority is his voice...
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"Zion, we are under attack!" Gabriel's urgent voice shattered the tranquillity of the night, pulling me violently from the depths of sleep. The moment he burst into the room, my heart pounded in sync with his footsteps as he moved swiftly to the closet. The air was thick with the scent of impending danger, and I could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on my chest.
I threw off the lingering remnants of sleep and followed him, my mind racing. Gabriel's usually composed demeanour was fractured, his eyes wide and haunted. "I don't know what they are," he began, his voice trembling slightly as he rummaged through the clothes, his hands moving with nervous urgency. "They look like just shadows, and while we're managing to kill them, there are so many of them. It's... it's strange."
He handed me some clothes, his fingers brushing against mine, cold, and trembling. The weight of his words hung in the air like a thick fog, wrapping around me as I tried to push down the growing sense of dread. "Have you seen a leader?" I asked, my voice steadier than I felt. The silence stretched as he nodded, his face pale.
I met his gaze, searching for more as I grabbed a dress for Kallisto, my hands shaking slightly. The fabric felt heavy in my grip, almost as if it understood the gravity of the situation. "Aega," Gabriel whispered, the name sending a cold shiver down my spine. I nodded, my worst fears confirmed. Of course, she was behind this. I had expected her to strike, but not so soon. Not like this. The room seemed to close in around us, the shadows on the walls growing longer, more ominous.
"I've already assembled the special troops, and the Marshalls are informed," Gabriel continued, his voice a strained whisper as we exited the closet. I handed the dress to Kallisto, who quickly got up, heading to the coset, her movements stiff and mechanical, betraying her own fear. She couldn't shift—not against Aega, not with the risk that came with it.
"Good job, Gabriel," I said, forcing authority into my tone despite the chaos roaring inside me. "Inform everyone that we will be downstairs in a moment." He nodded and left, his footsteps echoing in the hall, a lonely sound against the oppressive silence that followed.
Left alone with my thoughts, I began pacing, the tension coiling tighter with every step. My mind raced through every possible scenario, the weight of leadership heavy on my shoulders. My people—my family—were at risk, and I couldn't ask them to fight in human form. Aega would take control of any wolf on the field, and I couldn't bear the thought of that happening. The walls of the room seemed to pulse with the urgency of the situation, and every second felt like an eternity.
Kallisto emerged from the closet, clad in the black dress I had chosen for her. The dark fabric clung to her like a shadow, the cloak draped over her shoulders adding an air of ominous elegance. In her hand, she held a gleaming sword, its weight a silent testament to the battle that lay ahead. My heart clenched at the sight of her, fierce and resolute. All I wanted was to keep her safe, to ask her to stay behind, but I knew that would be selfish. This fight was as much hers as it was mine—perhaps even more so. She needed to do this, not just for herself, but for our people.
