Luna Aurora (Alpha Fenrir)

Chapter

119

The camp was alive with chaos as the Lycan King's forces descended. The shadow beasts breached the outer defenses in a relentless wave, their glowing red eyes cutting through the smoky darkness. Screams and snarls filled the air as wolves fought to hold the line,

their unity tested to its limit.

Cassian stood at the forefront of the battle, his golden eyes blazing as he commanded the warriors. His blade gleamed in the firelight, cutting through shadowy forms with brutal efficiency. "Hold your positions!" he bellowed, his voice cutting through the cacophony. "Do not let them through!"

Within the camp, Aurora and Erya worked quickly at the center of a hastily constructed ritual circle. The Lunar Key floated between them, its silver light pulsating as the Pact's energy gathered around it. Erya's deep voice recited an incantation in the ancient tongue of the moon wolves, while Aurora, pale and trembling, concentrated on the energy coursing through her. "Aurora, you must focus," Erya urged, his silver eyes sharp as he steadied her.

She felt her child stir within her, the connection to the Pact thrumming with an intensity that threatened

swipe from a shadow beast's massive claws, countering with a vicious upward slash that dissolved the creature into mist. Nathan fought beside him, his

pushing harder!" Nathan shouted, his voice

his gaze

the circle. The shockwave drove back the shadow beasts, their shrieks of pain cutting through the night as they dissolved into darkness. For a brief, fleeting moment, the battlefield was

was short-lived. From the shadows emerged a figure cloaked in power and malice the Lycan King. His towering form exuded an aura of dread, his glowing green eyes locking onto

face this new threat. "Protect her," he

body trembling from the effort of the ritual. As the Lycan King stepped closer,

his smirk twisting his features. "But it's too late. The Pact's fate