The Luna's Second Chance

Chapter 6: The Luna Awakens

Isla's POV

The festival was alive with laughter and joy, but something felt off. I couldn’t shake the tension in the air, the way the forest seemed to hold its breath. I tried to focus on Harper’s conversation, but my instincts were on high alert, my pulse quickening for reasons I couldn’t explain.

Suddenly, a blood-chilling howl tore through the night, freezing everyone in place. My heart stopped. That wasn’t just any wolf—it was a rogue.

Panic rippled through the crowd as parents scrambled to gather their children, and I instinctively moved toward the center of the square, scanning the area. The air was thick with tension, and then, through the chaos, I saw it—a blur of dark fur darting between the trees.

A rogue wolf, wild and vicious, lunged from the shadows, its snarls cutting through the night.

And it was heading straight for a small girl.

The world seemed to slow down as I realized who the child was—Marcus’s little sister, Ella. She was standing frozen, her eyes wide with fear as the rogue barreled toward her, teeth bared, ready to strike.

Before I could think, before I could process the fear, something inside me awakened.

I felt the surge of power deep within, like a fire igniting in my chest. It burned through me, fierce and undeniable, and suddenly, I wasn’t just Isla anymore—I was the Luna.

I threw myself in front of Ella, planting my feet firmly on the ground. The rogue wolf leapt at us, its jaws snapping, but I raised my hands instinctively. A force exploded from me, a barrier of shimmering energy erupting between us and the wolf. It collided with the barrier mid-air, snarling and thrashing, but it couldn’t break through.

Ella whimpered behind me, clinging to my legs, but I didn’t back down. I held the barrier steady, feeling the pulse of my own strength vibrating through every inch of my body. I didn’t know how I was doing it, but I knew this was my power—my Luna gift.

The rogue wolf growled, pacing along the edge of the barrier, its bloodshot eyes locked on me. I could feel its hatred, its hunger, but I wouldn’t let it near Ella.

“Get away!” I shouted, my voice ringing with authority I hadn’t known I possessed. The rogue hesitated, its aggression faltering under the weight of my command. Then, with a snarl, it turned and fled back into the woods.

The barrier flickered, then disappeared, and I collapsed to my knees, panting. The power drained out of me as quickly as it had come, leaving me shaking and breathless.

“Isla!” Marcus’s voice rang out, and I looked up just in time to see him sprinting toward us. His eyes were wide with a mixture of relief and shock. “Ella!”

He scooped his sister into his arms, holding her tightly as she sobbed into his chest. His gaze shifted to me, and I could see the gratitude and awe in his eyes.

“You... you saved her,” Marcus whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

I nodded weakly, still trying to process what had just happened. “I... I didn’t even know I could do that.”

Before Marcus could respond, a group of wolves appeared at the edge of the festival, their eyes gleaming with malice. More rogues. My heart pounded, and I could feel the tension in the air growing.

But then, like a shadow descending over the night, Damian appeared, his patrol squad flanking him, ready for battle. His eyes met mine for a split second, something fierce and protective burning in his gaze, before he turned to face the rogues.