The Luna's Second Chance

Chapter 32: The Alliance of Kingdoms

**Isla's POV **

The grand palace halls buzzed with anxious energy, the weight of impending war hanging over the entire kingdom like a dark cloud. Isla could feel it-the tension, the fear, and the sense that everything was about to change. After the attack on the Alpha King and the kidnapping of Lunas and Alphas, word had been sent out to the other kingdoms. It wasn't just the werewolves who were in danger now. Whoever Malachi was, whatever power he wielded, it threatened all realms.

The werewolf kingdom was vulnerable, and the Alphas couldn't win this war alone.

Damian stood beside her, his face etched with determination as they waited in the council chamber. The message to the other kingdoms had been clear: an unknown group was threatening not just the werewolves, but the entire balance of power. They needed aid. From everyone.

Moments later, a rustle of energy filled the room as the council doors swung open. Isla turned, her heart skipping a beat as three powerful figures entered, each one representing their own kingdom.

**King Vashyr**, the Vampire King, was the first to step inside. His presence was commanding, his pale skin stark against his deep red robes. His eyes, a piercing silver, scanned the room, assessing the situation with a cold, calculating gaze.

Beside him stood **King Magnus**, the Wizard King. Tall and imposing, with long silver hair and robes that shimmered with magical symbols, his face was lined with age, but his eyes burned with the wisdom of centuries.

And finally, **Queen Elira**, ruler of the Fae, entered the room. Ethereal and graceful, with glowing green eyes and delicate wings that fluttered behind her, she moved with a quiet power that made the air around her hum with energy.

Each of them brought their own magic, their own strength, and as they stood before the werewolf council, Isla felt the gravity of what was happening. This was no longer just a werewolf issue. This was a war that threatened the fabric of all kingdoms.

"We've received your summons," King Vashyr said, his voice deep and cold. "What is this threat you speak of? This 'unknown force'?"

Damian stepped forward, his posture rigid with authority. "An ancient enemy. Malachi, the brother of our fallen Alpha, has returned. He's manipulating my mate's brother, Kian, using dark magic we've never seen before. He's already captured several of our strongest Alphas and Lunas. And now, he's unleashed a power that nearly killed the Alpha King."

King Magnus frowned, his eyes narrowing as he studied the room. "Dark magic, you say? Something that even the strongest werewolf Alpha cannot withstand?"

Damian nodded. "Yes. It's something beyond what we've dealt with before. We believe it's not just magic-it's a curse. Kian used this power on the Alpha King, and now the poison is spreading through his veins."

Queen Elira stepped closer, her eyes glowing softly. "You seek our aid to fight this enemy?"

"We don't just seek your aid," Ethan said, his voice commanding as he addressed the room. "We need it. Malachi isn't just after control of the werewolf kingdom. He's seeking to destabilize all of our realms, starting with us. If we fall, your kingdoms will be next."

The Vampire King exchanged a glance with the others. There was a brief pause, and then King Vashyr spoke again, his voice low and resolute. "If this is true, then we will fight. The vampire kingdom will stand with the werewolves."

King Magnus nodded, his silver eyes flashing. "And the wizards will offer our magic. If this curse can be undone, we will find a way."

Queen Elira, too, inclined her head, her wings fluttering gently. "The Fae will lend our strength."