The Luna's wrath

Chapter 6 (NEW)

The air was filled with the sounds of bones cracking, breaking, and shifting as the wolves underwent their transformation. The harmonious chorus of howls and barks echoed through the clearing, creating an electric atmosphere. The females gathered together, their tongues lapping against each other's cheeks, establishing connections and forging bonds among themselves.

As the females dispersed into the depths of the forest, seeking out their hiding places, Roman wasted no time shedding his clothes. His focus was singular—separating Seraphina's scent from the amalgamation of aromas that enveloped the area. While the other males seamlessly shifted into their wolf forms, Roman's gaze caught sight of Hyland among them, and their eyes briefly met, a silent understanding passing between them.

Back down, Roman. She doesn't deserve the pain you'd bring her, Hyland's commanding voice resounded in Roman's mind, a clear directive laced with authority.

A derisive snarl escaped Roman's lips as he mentally retorted, And you're a better candidate? I know about the deal with her Beta. Who knew you were that desperate? Their minds locked from each other, severing the connection that threatened to delve further into their conflicting motivations.

Both lycans harbored a shared objective, a common goal of finding a suitable female to preserve their family line. Yet, their paths diverged in their approaches. One believed he was aiding, while the other was driven by his insatiable thirst for dominance and conquest.

The radiant glow of the full moon cast an ethereal aura upon the forest, illuminating the dense foliage with its silvery luminescence. Time ticked by, and the anticipation among the males grew palpable. Their eyes darted between Roman and Hyland, uncertainty clouding their judgment as to whom they should follow, whom they should submit to.

Once again, the eyes of the two lycans locked onto each other, a clash of wills brewing beneath the surface. Each one channeled their dominance, mentally preparing for the imminent battle that would determine their superiority. In this intense moment, their rivalry burned with an intensity that matched the fiery glow of the moon above.

Dominance was a mysterious thing to both lycans and werewolves. It surged within them, fueled by their relentless drive to achieve their goals, the positions they held or earned within their packs, and their unwavering determination to do whatever it took to attain success. Dominance coursed through the veins of every Alpha, compelling the pack to recognize their authority and submit to their rule. Only Alphas possessed the ability to wield dominance, to exert their will upon others, to unearth their deepest secrets. It was a shield, safeguarding them from intrusions of power.

As Roman's dominance encroached upon Hyland's mind, an insidious sensation seeped through his consciousness. It crept like creeping vines, snaking its way around his thoughts, constricting, sapping his energy, as if attempting to claim his dominance for its own. Hyland's legs trembled, his entire body quivered, compelled to bow before Roman by sheer force of will.

A low, guttural growl rumbled within Hyland's chest. Every fiber of his being yearned to pounce at Roman, to tear out his throat and challenge his dominion. Yet, the invisible tendrils of dominance had ensnared his body, an unseen force holding him firmly in place, rendering him incapable of physical defiance.

Wolves, tonight we claim our females. Tonight, we chase; tomorrow, we feast upon our well-earned prize, Roman's voice resonated through the minds of the males, met with a chorus of howls that echoed in unison. The symphony of their collective voices marked the beginning of a new hunt, a declaration of their determination. With fervor, they dispersed into the forest, each pursuing the prize they had set their sights upon, propelled by the moon's guiding light and the unyielding fire of their own desires.