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."

the rough outline of the forbidden territory. "I'm going," she said, her voice steady

chose me, Cassian. It will guide me, just as

about you," Cassian snapped, his voice rising. "You're carrying our child. Do you even

falter. "I do. But this child isn't just ours. It's part of the Pact. If we lose it, we lose

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

curved into a faint smile.

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

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

softening at the sight of her. He sat beside her, his hand covering hers. "You'll come back," he said, his voice a

her head, meeting his gaze.

the dense canopy above filtering the moonlight into fractured beams. The trees here seemed to grow unnaturally close, their gnarled roots twisting like veins through the earth.

Nathan murmured, his blade drawn as his eyes