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 battle was over, but the war was far from finished. The pack would continue to fight, protect its members, and end the abuse of Omegas, other wolves, and any threat that came its way.
I bent down and grabbed the traitor rogue doctor by the throat, my eyes blazing with fury. His face contorted in pain and fear as I lifted him off the ground. My grip tightened, and I could feel his pulse quicken under my fingers as I felt a hand on my shoulder.
Elder Jonas's voice, calm yet authoritative, broke through my rage.
"It's over, Alpha," he said, his eyes softening with empathy. "We will take over now. We still need to interrogate this piece of shit." Elder Jonas, who already had shifted to his human form, then turned to his warriors, his expression hardening as he signaled them with a nod toward the bastard that I still had in my grasp.
The rogue doctor's body trembled, his face pale and sweat-drenched as the warriors approached.
The warriors moved forward, their faces set in grim determination, their eyes locked on the rogue doctor.
I threw the bastard back to the ground before the warriors, my face twisted with disgust.
The rogue doctor's body hit the ground with a thud, and he let out a pained groan, his face contorted in agony. I nodded to Elder Jonas, my eyes filled with a fierce resolve. My jaw clenched tightly.
The sky was a haunting dark canvas; the once vibrant blue had been replaced by a sad, blood-red twilight, casting an eerie glow over the battlefield.
The air was thick with the acrid scent of smoke and the metallic tang of spilled blood, mingling with the mournful howls of the surviving wolves.
The ground was a grim tapestry of destruction and death.
Scorched earth and trampled grass bore the scars of the fierce battle that had raged just hours before. The soil was stained with the dark, viscous blood of the dead rogues and hunters.
I moved with a heavy heart, my steps slow and deliberate as I made my way through the carnage.
The sky and ground, bearing the marks of the devastating war, seemed to mourn alongside us.
The scene was a poignant reminder of the cost of war and the enduring pain of loss.
My heart pounded with worry as I made my way to my son. I heard a sad howl that sent a shiver down my spine.
As I approached, my heart sank even further.
Phoenix lay motionless on the ground; his fur was matted with blood, and his eyes were closed, his face peaceful yet hauntingly still.
His mate Baine's mournful howls echoed through the battlefield, a haunting sound that pierced my soul.
Baine's ears were pinned back, his eyes wide and unblinking, and he stared at Phoenix as if willing him to wake up.
His body was rigid with shock, his tail tucked tightly between his legs, and his breathing came in ragged, uneven gasps.
My face contorted with grief, my lips quivering, and my eyes filled with tears.
I knelt beside my son, my frame trembling with the weight of my sorrow. I gently cradled Phoenix's head in my hands, my tears falling like rain onto the lifeless body.
The pain of seeing my son like this was almost unbearable, and my body shook with the intensity of my broken heart.
Just minutes before, we were celebrating the victory, and now we're mourning the death of one of our own...my son.
The celebration had been short-lived. The pack's joyous howls had turned into cries of despair as they discovered the lifeless body of the young warrior.
Once a place of victory, the battlefield now felt like a graveyard.
There was a scream, "No, no, no!" Javier, who had already shifted, ran towards us with anguish. His eyes were wide with horror, his mouth open in a silent scream.
He knelt beside Phoenix, his hand trembling as he reached out to touch his fur. His face contorted with pain, and his eyes glistened with tears, his shoulders shaking with sobs.
Phoenix's best friends, Shadow, Silver, and Luna Spirit rushed to his side.
Shadow let out a low whine, his body trembling with grief, his tail tucked between his legs.
Luna Spirit's eyes filled with sorrow flattened his ears against his head. He nuzzled Phoenix's side and let out a sad, heartbreaking howl.
Silver's eyes blazed with anger and sadness, and he bristled his fur with tension as he let out a mournful howl. He dug his claws into the ground, his body rigid with the intensity of his emotions.
Star approached with a look of deep sorrow in his eyes.
His fur shimmered with a silvery light, and his eyes were filled with a celestial radiance. He nuzzled Phoenix gently, his face contorted with grief. His ears drooped, and his tail hung low, reflecting his profound sadness.
Sol stood beside Star. His fur glowed with a golden radiance, and his eyes burned with an intense light.
His posture was tense, and his muscles rippled under his golden coat as if ready to act despite the sorrow.
The pack members and allies who fought beside me let out a howl of loss and pain. Their heads were thrown back, eyes closed, and their howls echoed with the agony of their hearts....
