Fated For Lycan's Luna

Chapter 128

The night sky stretched above like an abyss, engulfed in an inky darkness with the moon obscured

behind a thick veil of clouds. A faint hue of crimson tinged the atmosphere, as if the very heavens were

announcing the nature of this dreadful night—a night where untold volumes of blood would stain the

earth.

My sprint lasted a mere half-minute before I found myself ambushed from the shadows, enduring two

swift slashes from an unseen adversary. Instinctively, my body sprang into action, evading the attacks

with uncanny agility.

"One of them" gasped in astonishment upon catching sight of me, a white wolf standing before them.

"Why is the legendary white wolf here?" he exclaimed, his surprise evident.

"And why does she bear the scent of those wretched Red Moon Pack bastards?" inquired the other

with a wary glance in my direction.

"It cannot be. The alpha of that pack is that despicable Vanessa. It's inconceivable that someone who

once kneeled and begged like her could be a white wolf," remarked the third person.

I furrowed my brows, assessing the situation, when Aurora's voice broke through, urgency lacing her

words. "We cannot linger here," she warned. "If we don't move quickly, the others will catch up to us."

"I know," I replied, anxiety lacing my voice. "But they're blocking our path. Is there a way to neutralize

them without alerting the entire pack?"

Without warning, a familiar white light materialized above my heart, enveloping the bodies of the

enemies.

Just as the assailants who attacked me near the concealed entrance vanished upon contact with the

radiant glow, these enemies also dissolved into thin air, their expressions a mix of astonishment and

fear.

Even I stood there, stunned by the unfolding events, but I had no time to ponder the inexplicable. My

limbs propelled me toward an alternative exit from the pack house, my knowledge of its blueprint

guiding me. Alas, moments later, I found myself ensnared, surrounded on all sides.

To my dismay, among those encircling me was a familiar face—Dustan, the new alpha of the Blood

Fangs Pack, one of the individuals who had tormented me during their visits to the Red Moon Pack.

Though I remained in my wolf form, his widened eyes betrayed recognition.

"White wolf?" he sneered, his voice dripping with icy contempt. "What is this familiar scent..." A

realization dawned upon him. "Damn! Are you truly Chloe, that mongrel?" he exclaimed, his voice

booming with a malicious laugh.

"What a joke! So the Red Moon Pack has birthed a formidable successor, only to cast her aside and

appoint a false alpha in the end."

"Heh! It's quite comical!" Dustan clutched his stomach, relishing in his cruel amusement. His laughter

carried an eerie chill, sending shivers down my spine.

"Regrettably, it's all too late," he declared, his gaze fixated on me with ruthless cruelty. "What's the

point of your newfound shifting ability, Chloe?" he mocked. "Your territory is under siege. Your pack

members are almost all dead..."

"And although you may be the legendary white wolf, possessing immense power, you now appear

grievously wounded, barely able to stand."

"Compared to me, you seem as though a mere punch would bring you crashing down... Just as it did

when I struck you before!" His words were accompanied by cold laughter, which the others soon joined.

Seconds ticked away, and the number of enemies surrounding us multiplied. I found myself utterly

encircled, with no avenue for escape.

"Observe their auras, pulsating with bloodlust. Chloe, these individuals have taken countless lives,"

Aurora's voice trembled within me, causing my entire being to quake.

I didn't need her to point it out—I knew it well. Moreover, I knew whose blood stained those auras.

Even at that moment, I stood upon ground that had been dyed crimson—the blood of my kin.

Rage surged within me, supplanting any semblance of fear. How could they stand there, laughing

callously over the grave that had become the Red Moon Pack? How... could they slaughter everyone—

the young and old alike—the pack members who couldn't fight? Familiar faces flooded my mind, filling

my heart with unbearable anguish.

"Cat got your tongue?" Dustan approached me slowly, poking my face.

"Now that I think about it, weren't you the luna of that Lycan King? Is that why you can now shift?"

"Ohhh, but I also heard you were cast out of that pack, weren't you? I heard you were knocked up to tie

him down. In the end, the child within your womb perished, and so they discarded you," he taunted, his

gaze cold and calculating.

As those words reached my ears, something shifted deep within me. Our eyes locked—a cruel gaze

meeting an ice-cold stare.

"I shall remember you," I declared, determination lacing my voice. Dustan raised an eyebrow, his

expression tinged with confusion.

"Oh, Chloe, shall you remember the face that will be the last you see before your demise?" he sneered.

"No," I retorted. "I shall remember your face—the expression you wear in your final moments," I

affirmed, a sudden surge of white light enveloping the area.

My body tingled with warmth, which soon transformed into an intense heat coursing through my every

fiber. The white light erupted in a blinding flash, casting the surroundings into silence.

It took a few moments for my eyes to readjust. And when I opened them, I found myself alone. Just as

at the hidden entrance, the enemies had vanished, leaving no trace behind.

Suddenly, a sensation emanated from my abdomen, and I expelled a mouthful of blood. Collapsing to

the ground, my body convulsed uncontrollably, every muscle rendered immobile.

"So, I have reverted to my human form..." I weakly murmured.

"I managed to vanquish them, but my capture is imminent," I whispered, detecting several sets of

footsteps racing in my direction.

"So, this is how I shall meet my end..." A sorrowful smile graced my lips. "I wonder... would Blake

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Abruptly, I felt a jacket draped over my shoulders, and strong arms lifted my weakened frame.

"Why do you so readily embrace death?" My eyes widened as I locked gazes with a familiar pair of

eyes.

"C-Caleb?"

"We can discuss matters later. For now, we must flee," he urged, the chill of the night air pressing

against me as we swiftly made our escape.