Luna Aurora (Alpha Fenrir)

Chapter 332

Dain wandered deeper into the labyrinthine ruins, the air around him heavy with an oppressive energy. The shadows seemed alive, curling and whispering as if guiding him forward. The pulsing shard fragment in his pocket felt like a second heartbeat, urging him on. He clenched his fists, his thoughts a storm of frustration and anger. Elyra's trust in Althea grated on him, as did the feeling of being sidelined, treated as if he were the one destined to falter.

The shadows thickened, and a voice, deep and resonant, echoed through the chamber. "You doubt them, don't you?"

Dain froze, scanning the dark. "Who's there?"

From the shadows emerged a figure cloaked in black, his face hidden by a mask etched with crescent moons. The Warden of Shadows. His presence radiated power, a magnetic force that pulled Dain's attention like a moth to a flame. "Relax," the Warden said, his voice smooth and commanding. "I am not your enemy. I am here to help you."

Dain's eyes narrowed. "Help me? Why would I trust you?"

The Warden stepped closer, his movements fluid and deliberate. "Because you and I are the same. We know what it's like to be overshadowed, underestimated. They tell you to wait, to follow their path. But deep down, you feel it, don't you? The power within you, clawing to break free."

beneath his mask and gestured to the air. A swirl of shadow magic formed, painting a vivid

as wolves of every pack bowed before him. The shadowy aura surrounding him wasn't menacing-it was regal, powerful, awe-inspiring. The world seemed to bend to his will. He wasn't

his voice dripping with temptation. "A future where you are not bound by her light or anyone else's expectations. A future where you rule, not follow. Where

from the shadow of Elyra's destined role. But there was a lingering doubt, a faint voice in the back of his mind warning him to be cautious. "How do I know this isn't just

sound low and amused. "It's no trick, Dain. The shard you carry-it's a key to

frowned, his fingers brushing against the shard in his pocket. The warmth of its energy seemed to respond to the Warden's words, pulsing faintly as if urging him

steady but laced with suspicion.

Warden tilted his head, as if impressed by Dain's wariness. "The price is simple. Embrace the darkness, not as your enemy, but as your ally. Let it amplify your strength, sharpen your instincts, and free you from the chains of

only path forward. He thought of the visions the shard had shown him-the pain, the betrayal, the abandonment. Wasn't he tired of being

want, Dain? To be forgotten?" Dain clenched his jaw, the weight of the Warden's words sinking in. He glanced at the vision again, at the image of himself standing tall and unyielding. It felt right-natural. A future where he was no longer questioning his worth or fighting for recognition. "What do I have

appeared a fragment of the shard, glowing with a deep, dark energy. "Take this," he said. "It's a piece of the power you'll need. But it's only the beginning. To unlock your full potential, you must perform the first ritual." Dain reached out hesitantly, his fingers brushing the fragment. It felt cold, yet thrilling, as if it carried the promise of something more. He closed his hand around it, and a surge

mind on what you desire most-your power, your freedom-and let the shard guide you. It will amplify your strength, make you