The night was unnaturally quiet.
Luna lay on her side in the small room she now called her own, the blanket barely covering the curve of her growing stomach. Her eyes were open, staring into the shadows on the wall as a strange warmth pulsed beneath her skin. It wasn't pain exactly—more like a hum of energy, like something beneath her flesh was… shifting.
She hadn't told anyone that earlier that day, she had lifted the entire wooden dining bench with one hand to sweep underneath it. It had felt natural—effortless. But the look on her stepmother's face had been anything but.
"Raymond," Miranda had hissed later that night, her voice sharp behind closed doors. "There's something wrong with that girl."
Luna had pressed her ear to the wall, heart pounding. She heard her uncle's calm response. "She's pregnant, Miranda. Her body is changing."
"That's not pregnancy. That's something else. You saw how she lifted that furniture like it weighed nothing. You saw her eyes. They flashed gold, I swear they did."
There had been silence then. Heavy, unsettled silence.
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Meanwhile, miles away…
Damian stood in the moonlit study of his estate, a crystal decanter untouched beside him. Lucien's warning still echoed in his mind: A new Alpha is coming. One that will destroy or rebuild everything we know.
And the scent… he still remembered it. Luna's scent. Not just human anymore. The shift had begun.
"She's changing," he muttered under his breath. "Too fast."
The door creaked open. Zara, his second-in-command, stepped in. "The Seer has returned from the East. She wants to speak with you."
Damian turned, eyes glowing faintly in the dark. "About the child?"
"Yes. She says… the child's not just an Alpha. It's the firstborn of prophecy. Born of moon and man."
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Shadows in the North..
Far from the polished halls of Damian Blackthorn's estate, the Northern territories pulsed with raw, untamed energy. The snow-laced mountains were silent, but beneath them stirred one of the most feared names in the supernatural world—Alpha Kael Draven, ruler of the Bloodfang Pack.
They said he had once ripped a rival Alpha apart with his bare hands. That he ruled without mercy, without compassion. And most of all, without love.
But something had changed.
Kael sat upon his obsidian throne, surrounded by loyal warriors, his expression carved from stone as his Beta read the latest report.
"…Confirmed, Alpha. Damian's woman is pregnant. And not just any child. The Seer calls it the firstborn of prophecy."
A slow, dangerous smile crept across Kael's face.
"I thought Damian had buried his heart in the ashes of that fire," he said, voice low and rough. "And yet, someone reached it. Who is this… Luna?"
"She's human. Or was."
"Interesting." Kael rose from his seat, towering and built like a god of war. His golden eyes burned with something close to amusement. "Damian guarded his emotions like a fortress. Now he has something to lose."
The room grew still. Everyone knew what that meant.
War was no longer a matter of if. It was when.
Kael stepped toward the window, gazing into the storm beyond. "If that child is what they say it is… born of moon and man… then it belongs to the bloodline of kings. And that means…"
He clenched his jaw, the memory of a woman with wildfire eyes flashing before him—someone long gone, someone who once nearly melted the ice around his heart.
"...it's a threat. One I can't ignore."
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Continued....
The Moon's Warning
The path to the Seer's sanctum lay deep in the heart of the ancient forest, shrouded by mist and guarded by magic older than the packs themselves. No one came here unless summoned. But Damian Blackthorn had long since learned that rules didn't apply to him.
His boots crunched against the dead leaves as he stepped through the narrow opening in the stone wall, a silver pendant glinting on his chest. It was protection—barely.
The air grew colder with every step.
Finally, the trees opened to reveal a small, circular temple, carved into the side of a mountain. The flames around the entrance burned with an eerie blue hue.
And there she stood.
The Seer.
Old, blind, draped in black feathers and wolfskin, her white eyes stared not at Damian, but through him.
"You seek the child," she rasped.
"I seek the truth," Damian replied, his voice low. "The child... it's not normal. It's mine."
She turned, motioning him to follow. "The child is more than yours. It belongs to the Moon. You were chosen, Damian Blackthorn, though you were never meant to be. Fate bent for you."
Inside the stone chamber, glowing sigils lit up the walls. Damian's jaw tensed.
"Then tell me—what is this prophecy?"
The Seer crouched beside a silver bowl filled with water and moonroot. As she whispered an incantation, the water swirled—shaping into the form of a howling wolf, and then… a child.
A child with silver hair, eyes that shimmered gold, and a roar that cracked the sky.
"The Firstborn will break the chains of the old ways," the Seer whispered. "Born of the fiercest Alpha and the purest blood… marked by pain, touched by death, destined for war."
Damian stepped closer. "What does that mean?"
"The child will either unite the broken world—or burn it down. But make no mistake, Alpha. You are not the only one who knows it's coming."
She turned to him slowly.
"Your enemies stir. And one has already sent his wolves to find her."
Damian's heart clenched.
"Kael."
The Seer only nodded. "He's waited long for a reason to strike. Now you've given him one."
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The school....
Luna sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the letter from the nearby high school. Her fingers trembled slightly, but not from fear. It was restlessness. A need to move, to belong to something normal again—even if nothing in her life felt normal anymore.
She clutched the letter and stepped into the living room where Uncle Raymond sat sipping coffee, reading the paper.
"I want to start school again," she said simply.
He looked up slowly, brows furrowed. "Luna… are you sure that's a good idea? You're still adjusting. The doctor couldn't even explain what's happening to your body."
"I'm pregnant, not broken," she said, firmer than she expected. "And I need this. I need to feel like myself again."
He hesitated, eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "If anything happens—"
"I'll call you. I'll be careful."
After a long moment, he sighed and nodded. "Alright. I'll speak to the principal today."
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Later that week…
The school hallway buzzed with voices, lockers slamming, the sharp scent of floor polish and perfume hanging in the air. Luna walked quietly, head low, hoodie covering most of her face. Still, she could feel the curious glances. The new girl. The pale one. The one with shadows under her eyes.
Her stomach gave a small twist—not pain, just a… shift. She breathed through it and ducked into the restroom.
Inside, she leaned over the sink and turned on the tap.
Cold water hit her skin, a moment of relief—until the metal faucet groaned beneath her hand. Then with a loud snap, it broke clean off.
Water exploded in a chaotic spray, soaking her clothes and face.
"Sh*t!" she gasped, backing away.
The door flew open. A tall guy with soft brown eyes and a backpack slung over one shoulder rushed in. "What the hell—are you okay?"
Luna turned to him, eyes wide, soaked, and stunned. "I didn't mean to— I just touched it—"
The guy stepped forward, trying to shut off the valve. He couldn't.
He looked at her. "You're bleeding."
She looked down. Her palms had thin red lines—not deep, but the skin had peeled where she grabbed the broken faucet. And yet… the blood was already fading. Healing.
Too fast.
He frowned. "That's… not normal."
Luna's heart pounded as something sharp pierced the back of her mind—instinct. Not just fear. Sensing.
There was something different about this boy too.
Before she could ask, he gave her a strange look. "What's your name?"
"…Luna."
He offered his hand. "I'm Julian. You're new, right? This school can be… a lot."
She hesitated, then shook it.
And for a brief moment, she felt a pull—like static electricity rushing through her arm.
Something was definitely wrong.
Or… just beginning.
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