Luna Aurora (Alpha Fenrir)

Chapter 132

The pack was a hive of activity as preparations for the impending attack consumed every waking moment. Wolves reinforced defenses, sharpened weapons, and scouted the surrounding terrain for any signs of weakness. The weight of impending battle hung heavy in the air, a tangible force that pressed on them all.

Aurora limped through the camp, leaning on Cassian for support. The whispers of her diminished strength followed her like a shadow, but she ignored them, focusing instead on the task at hand.

Her healer, Sam, waited for her near the central fire. The elder wolf's silver hair gleamed in the firelight, and her calm demeanor was a steadying presence in the chaos.

"Come sit," Sam said, motioning to a log beside her.

Aurora hesitated, then sank down gratefully, the strain on her body easing slightly. Sam handed her a cup of herbal tea, the fragrant steam curling upward.

"You look tired, my Luna," Sam said, her voice gentle but perceptive.

don't have the luxury of rest,"

a long moment before speaking. "A leader's strength doesn't come from endless endurance. It comes from knowing when to lean on others. You're carrying too much alone." Aurora's eyes stung with unshed tears. "How can I not? The Pact is fading. The Lycan King is stronger than ever. And my child... my child is caught

hope. But hope is not without sacrifice. You must trust in those around

rise again," Sam said firmly. "Just as you always

was interrupted by Selene, who approached with her usual air of impatience. "Aurora, we need

barely had a moment

time for comfort," Selene said, crossing her arms. "The Lycan King isn't waiting for us to sort through our feelings. If we don't act now, there won't be anything left to save." Aurora rose shakily,

on where the Pact's true heart might be hidden. It's our last chance

"Solara hinted at it. A place long forgotten, where the Pact's essence is strongest. If we can find it, we might be able to restore the balance." Aurora's

darkened. "Then the Pact dies. And with it, everything

the camp settled into uneasy quiet, Aurora dreamed of Solara. The spirit's luminous form floated before her, its voice