Luna Aurora (Alpha Fenrir)

Chapter 105

The camp's somber quiet was punctuated by the sound of sharpening blades and murmured prayers. Warriors exchanged terse glances as they prepared for the inevitable clash. Cassian stood at the edge of the strategy tent, his arms crossed, watching the pack assemble. His golden eyes darted to the tent flap as Aurora pushed through, her silver hair catching the torchlight.

"You shouldn't be here," Cassian said, his tone firm. "You need rest."

Aurora ignored him, her expression unyielding as she approached the map sprawled across the table. The glow of the Celestial Pact flickered faintly in her eyes. "We can't wait any longer," she said. "He's too close to the heart."

Anica stepped into the tent, their golden eyes scanning the gathered leaders. "The Lycan King isn't just advancing," they began. "He's drawing his forces to a single point-deep within the forbidden territory."

Cassian's jaw tightened. "You're suggesting we send people in there?"

"I'm suggesting we go," Anica countered. "If he reaches the heart of the Pact first, there won't be a war-there'll only be defeat."

on the table, her fingers tracing the rough outline of the forbidden territory.

his, fierce and unyielding. "The Pact chose me, Cassian. It will guide me, just as it has

his voice rising. "You're carrying our child. Do you even understand

isn't

fell silent, the weight of her words hanging heavy in the air. Finally, Cassian exhaled sharply, his shoulders

smile. "I wouldn't

the soft rustle of wind against the canvas the only sound. Her hand rested on her abdomen, where a faint warmth pulsed beneath her palm. She closed her eyes, and for the first time in days, she felt a quiet calm-a connection that transcended

stronger than ever, a reassuring glow that seemed to radiate through her entire being. She whispered

crossed the tent as he stepped in, his expression softening at the sight of her. He sat beside her,

turned her head, meeting his gaze.

The trees here seemed to grow unnaturally close, their gnarled roots twisting like veins through the earth. The air was thick, each breath a struggle against the

drawn as