Luna's Rage: Who Killed My Son?

THIRD PERSON'S POV

Alpha Rylan and his entourage arrived at the Darkwood Pack hours later. Earlier, when the mind link from his Luna, Alara, came, he didn't even believe her words. He thought that she was making things up.

"An attack? Impossible," he mumbled to himself, enabling Serena and Beta Jaxon to hear him.

"Is there something wrong, Alpha?" The Beta asked, looking serious.

However, he just shook his head, still thinking Alara's words were ridiculous. "Alara said we're under attack."

Upon hearing that, Serena hugged his arm, squishing her chest a bit. "Oh no, she must be so upset that you chose to be with me instead of attending Aiden's coming-of-age ritual."

That was what he thought as well. Alara had the tendency to do this. That was how he perceived the woman. He thought she was lying and was just playing mind games again, not until another mind link came.

An elder mind linked him, carrying a message that sent a chill down his spine. "Alpha, Darkwood is under attack! The Grimrose Pack ambushed us. We need you!"

Without hesitation, Rylan commanded his group to turn back. "We’re going home. Now!" he barked, urgency and anger lacing his voice.

That was how they canceled their supposed meeting with Shadow Pack and immediately went back to fight for their pack. And at that moment, Beta Jaxon, ever loyal, shifted into his massive brown wolf and led the charge, the warriors following suit. Rylan’s wolf, a formidable beast with midnight-black fur and piercing golden eyes, surged forward, every muscle rippling with power.

As they entered the Darkwood Pack's territory, the sounds of battle grew louder. Snarls and yelps filled the air. Rylan's heart pounded with rage against the rival pack. How dare they ambushed Darkwood on the day he was not there and his Beta? They were cowards! He pushed himself harder, a blur of black fur tearing through.

Upon running, the scene was chaotic. Grimrose wolves clashed with the remaining Darkwood defenders, blood and fur flying. Rylan wasted no time, diving into the fray with a thunderous growl. He was a force of nature, his powerful jaws snapping at the enemy, tearing through their ranks with ruthless efficiency.

Beta Jaxon was right beside him, his brown wolf equally fierce. Jaxon tackled one of the enemies, a massive grey wolf, and they rolled across the ground in a tangle of claws and teeth. Jaxon’s powerful limbs pinned the enemy down, his jaws closing around the wolf’s throat, ending the fight with a decisive snap.

Rylan, meanwhile, took down wolf after wolf, his golden eyes blazing with fury. He ripped through the Grimrose lines, his claws leaving deep gouges in their flesh. The Darkwood warriors, emboldened by their Alpha’s return, fought with renewed vigor, pushing back the attackers.

As the battle raged on, Rylan spotted a cluster of Grimrose wolves attempting to regroup. He let out a bone-chilling howl, a call to his pack that sent shivers down the spines of friend and foe alike. The Darkwood wolves responded in kind, their howls echoing through the forest as they pressed the attack.

Rylan’s eyes narrowed as he locked onto one of the warriors of the Grimrose pack, a scarred silver wolf. With a snarl, he lunged, his powerful legs propelling him forward. The two wolves collided with a crash, their teeth snapping and claws raking. Rylan’s sheer strength and fury overwhelmed the Grimrose leader, and with a final, brutal bite, he ended the fight.

The remaining Grimrose wolves, seeing their leader fall, began to retreat. Rylan let out another howl, this time a victory cry. The Darkwood wolves took up the call, chasing the invaders from their territory. The battle was won, but it had come at a great cost.

As the pack began to celebrate their hard-fought victory, Rylan shifted back to his human form, his chest heaving with exertion.

Meanwhile, as the pack outside cheered their victory, Alara was left inside the pack house, mourning the loss of her son. While Rylan was out there, celebrating, her tears were falling nonstop. The Alpha didn't even look for them, he didn't even ask anyone where his family was—his son, his Luna.

He simply... didn't care.

The celebration of victory rang hollow in her ears, overshadowed by grief.