Luna Aurora (Alpha Fenrir)

Chapter 73

The chill of the night settled over the camp as Cassian paced the perimeter, his unease growing with each passing hour. The victory against Magnus had left a void of uncertainty, and Anica's cryptic warnings only added to his frustration. He glanced toward the healer's quarters, where Aurora had retired after their conversation, her exhaustion clear.

Nathan approached from the treeline, his expression serious. "The scouts are back. No movement from the Lycan King's forces so far, but there's something... odd."

Cassian frowned. "Define 'odd.""

"They found traces of something near the old western ruins-old magic, similar to the crystal." Nathan hesitated, his voice dropping lower. "And there were tracks. Not Lycans, but something bigger. Something we haven't seen before." Cassian's jaw tightened. "Show me."

The western ruins loomed in eerie silence, their crumbling stone walls overgrown with vines and moss. Cassian, Nathan, and a small group of warriors moved cautiously through the shadows, their weapons at the ready.

"This place hasn't been touched in years," Nathan murmured, his eyes scanning the overgrown courtyard.

"Until now," Cassian replied, his voice low.

earth, the marks too large and irregular to have been made by wolves. He touched the edge of one with his fingers, the faint residue of something cold

"The Lycan King isn't just building an army. He's waking

camp, Aurora sat near the central fire, her thoughts restless. Anica joined her, their golden eyes

said, their tone calm but

"He doesn't stop. Not even to

doesn't have the luxury," Anica replied.

coming, but you never say what it is. If you want us

isn't just looking to take territory. He's looking to break

anchor to something older than the bond itself-something the Lycan King intends to use to rewrite the rules." Aurora stared at them, her mind

simply. "No more fated mates. No more Luna or Alpha bonds. Only power,

and his expression dark, he

though his voice lacked its

stepping closer. "But we both know

his exhaustion evident as he ran a hand through his hair. "The western ruins are