Luna Aurora (Alpha Fenrir)

Chapter 325

The shadows were closing in, and Dain's struggles grew weaker by the second. The dark energy from Fenrir's illusion wrapped around him like a vice, tightening with each breath he took. Elyra's heart pounded in her chest as she stood frozen for a moment, the chaos unfolding before her too much to process.

She could feel the shard pulsing violently in her hand, its power surging through her. It was the only thing that could save him, she realized, but it came at a cost. The shard's energy was unpredictable, dangerous-but if she didn't act now, Dain would be lost to the darkness forever.

"Dain!" Elyra shouted, her voice breaking through the haze of shadows. She thrust the shard forward, the light emanating from it like a beacon in the darkened room. "I won't lose you!"

She closed her eyes, focusing all her energy on the shard, calling forth its power. The energy inside her surged, the force overwhelming as the shard's light erupted in a blinding flare. The shadows recoiled, screeching in pain as the light pushed them back. Dain gasped for air as the grip of darkness loosened, and he collapsed to the ground, panting heavily. The faint glow of the shard slowly faded, leaving an eerie calm in its wake. Elyra knelt beside him, her hands trembling as she gently cupped his face. "Dain, are you alright?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.

He blinked, still dazed from the near-fatal struggle. His breath was ragged, and his chest heaved as he struggled to sit up. "I... I thought... I thought it was over."

to the darkness," Elyra whispered, her voice shaking. "But I couldn't let that happen. I... I

around them began to thrum with energy once again, and Elyra's heart skipped a beat. A force beyond their understanding was stirring, something ancient and far more powerful than the shard itself. Suddenly, the chamber seemed to crackle with energy, and the ground beneath them shook violently. Elyra scrambled to her feet, pulling

long silver hair flowing like moonlight, her eyes glowing with an ethereal light. Her presence was commanding, filled with an aura of ancient wisdom and power. Elyra's breath caught in her throat as she recognized the

her lips without thought. She had heard of her in legends, but never imagined she

Elyra and Dain, her expression unreadable, but there was something in her eyes-something knowing, something older than time itself. "You have disturbed forces you cannot control," Luna Althea spoke, her voice rich and resonant, like the sound of an ancient bell tolling. "The balance is fragile, and the consequences of your actions have awakened something that should have remained asleep." Elyra's heart pounded in her chest, her fingers gripping the shard tightly. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice a mixture of fear and curiosity. "We didn't mean to disturb anything. We only wanted to find a way to save the packs." Luna Althea's gaze softened, but only slightly. "The shard you carry holds power beyond your comprehension. It is not simply a tool-it is a key, a key to the forces of light and shadow.

"The prophecy is a path both light and shadow must walk. And yet, the path you are on is not one you can travel together, for one must rise, and one must fall. It is the only way to restore balance." Elyra's breath caught in her throat as the weight of her words sank in. "What do

and a curse. To wield

of the shard," he said, his voice full of resolve.

at his words. She had known this was coming, but hearing him say it so plainly felt like a knife twisting in her chest. She couldn't deny the truth of Luna Althea's words, though. The

Althea's gaze grew solemn. "The choice is not yours alone to make. You both must decide.