Luna Aurora novel (Alpha Fenrir) novel Chapter 10

The air was thick with tension as Elyra’s forces approached the Silver Vale, the looming mountain pass offering little comfort in the face of what was to come. Her wolves moved in formation, their senses sharpened, prepared for a battle that would test every ounce of their strength. But there was something else hanging in the air—an unsettling feeling that weighed heavily on Elyra’s chest. The Silver Vale was their last stronghold, the last place where they could truly rally support. If they couldn’t hold it, they would have nowhere else to go.

As they entered the territory, the Silver Vale Alpha, Lucian, met them at the gates with a stern, unreadable expression. His pack was large and well-fortified, but Elyra could see the lines of worry on his face as he surveyed the approaching troops. His eyes flicked over Elyra, a silent accusation burning in their depths.

“You brought your army here, but you’re too late,” Lucian said, his voice low and sharp. “Dain’s forces have already encircled us. He’s cut off our supply routes, and we’re on the brink of starvation. How do you expect us to survive this?”

Elyra took a deep breath, holding back the flood of emotions that threatened to overwhelm her. She had fought for months to keep this moment from coming, but it was here now. Dain’s shadow stretched further than she had imagined. And yet, Lucian’s words stung like a slap to her face. She had done everything she could, and still, it wasn’t enough.

“I’m not here to take over, Lucian,” Elyra replied, her voice steady but tinged with the frustration she felt. “I’m here to fight with you. We need to strengthen our defenses, fortify our position. We stand together, or we fall apart.”

Lucian’s jaw tightened, and he took a step closer, his gaze hardening. “You don’t understand, Elyra. Your war has brought us here. If you can’t stop Dain, we will—whether you like it or not.”

The words were a harsh reminder of the burden she bore. Elyra had always believed that she could save Dain—that somehow, she could pull him back from the darkness. But every day, it felt like that belief was slipping further from her grasp. Dain was becoming a force she could no longer control, and now, the Silver Vale was paying the price for it.

Before she could respond, a sudden shout echoed from the edge of the camp. “They’re here!” The cry sent a ripple of panic through the gathered wolves as the first signs of Dain’s forces became visible in the distance—shadow wolves, moving like dark wraiths through the trees.

The battle was imminent. The Silver Vale’s defenses, though sturdy, were no match for the growing strength of Dain’s army. Elyra felt the familiar pull of the shard at her side, but this time it was different. It wasn’t just the shard she was sensing. It was something darker, something that made her skin crawl. Dain’s power had grown exponentially, and she could feel it pushing against her, challenging her every step.

“Get your forces in position!” Elyra barked, trying to steady the chaos around her. “We won’t let them break through. Not here.”

Lucian’s pack rallied quickly, their warriors readying themselves for the inevitable. But as Elyra glanced around, she saw the uncertainty in their eyes. Lucian’s words haunted her. If they couldn’t stop Dain here, there would be no stopping him anywhere.

Elyra turned to Selene, who had arrived at her side, her expression solemn. “The encirclement is already in place. They’ll strike at the heart of the Vale. We have to act fast.”

Elyra instinctively reached for her dagger, but before she could react, the wolf spoke. Its voice was a low, almost haunting whisper that sent a shudder through her body.

“He’s waiting for you, Luna,” the wolf murmured, its eyes burning with malevolent intent. “Come to him. He’s waiting.”

Elyra’s heart pounded in her chest. She had felt Dain’s presence looming on the horizon, but this—this was different. The shadow wolf’s words carried a weight of finality, like a summons she could not ignore.

“Come to him, Luna,” the wolf repeated, its voice echoing in her mind. “It’s already too late for you to stop him.”

The wolf turned, disappearing into the shadows, leaving Elyra standing frozen, her breath shallow, her mind racing.

-: Elyra stood motionless, her thoughts reeling from the wolf’s words. Dain was waiting for her. And now, the choice she had been dreading—whether to save him or end him—was drawing ever closer. Would she be able to face him one last time? Or would the shadows claim them both?