The Luna's wrath

Chapter 10 (NEW)

The moon cast its ethereal light through the window, bathing the room in a soft glow. Seraphina stirred in her sleep, the remnants of a haunting dream clinging to her consciousness. In her slumber, she had been transported back to her old pack, reliving the vivid memories of their struggle and strife.

The dream unfolded like a dark tapestry woven with threads of pain and despair. She saw her packmates, their once vibrant and fierce spirits dulled by the weight of their circumstances. Their howls were filled with anguish, echoing through the dense forest. The scent of fear hung in the air, mingling with the bitterness of defeat.

The alpha, a formidable figure who had once commanded respect, now appeared worn and burdened. His eyes, once fiery with determination, now held a haunting emptiness. Seraphina watched helplessly as the pack's unity crumbled, torn apart by internal strife and external threats.

She tried to intervene, to bring her pack together and rekindle their strength, but her voice fell on deaf ears. The bonds of loyalty and kinship that had once held them united seemed frayed and fragile. Her packmates turned their backs on her, their eyes reflecting a mix of resentment and resignation.

But just as she reached out to grasp a glimmer of hope, the dream crumbled, fading away like scattered ashes. Seraphina awoke, her heart pounding in her chest, the remnants of the nightmare etched into her mind. The darkness that had pervaded her dream seemed to linger in the room, casting a somber veil over her thoughts.

As the weight of her dream lingered, Seraphina's somber expression caught the attention of Roman, who was nestled on the floor in his lycan form. Sensing her distress, he lifted his head, his keen eyes scanning her face with concern. With a gentle whine, he nuzzled her arm, a silent plea for comfort and closeness.

Seraphina's gaze met his, searching for solace within the depths of his eyes. A small smile tugged at the corners of Seraphina's lips as she extended her hand to it, her touch gentle and reassuring. The massive beast, still curled on the floor, cautiously rose to its paws. With a grace that belied his size, the lycan climbed onto the bed, settling next to her.

The warmth of Roman's fur pressed against Seraphina's side, providing a sense of comfort and security. His presence, in this untamed form, felt both grounding and liberating. As she leaned against him, their connection deepening, Seraphina found solace in the absence of words. In this intimate embrace, there was no need for explanations or pretenses. They were simply two beings intertwined, seeking solace and understanding in the silence of the night.

The night stretched on, enveloped in a peaceful calm, as Seraphina and Roman found solace in each other's presence. The weight of her dream began to dissipate, gradually replaced by a newfound sense of strength and resilience.

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As the first rays of morning light seeped through the curtains, Roman stirred from his slumber, still in his lycan form. His eyes blinked open, adjusting to the gentle glow that filled the room. His gaze immediately fell upon Seraphina, who lay beside him, her head resting on his furry leg.  In that tender moment, Roman felt a profound sense of attachment and admiration for Seraphina. She had displayed immense courage by seeking his help, by delving into the depths of their shared powers. Her determination to prove herself worthy of leading their pack resonated deeply within him, stirring emotions he had long kept at bay.

As he observed her peaceful form, nestled against him, Roman recognized the strength and resilience that radiated from her being. She was more than just a potential Luna; she was a force to be reckoned with, a fierce spirit yearning to make a difference. The vulnerability she exhibited in her dreams and the trust she bestowed upon him in his feral form touched a chord within him, evoking a desire to protect and support her on her journey.