Chapter 66: The Call of the Ancients
The first Enforcer burst through the cavern entrance, his claws extended and eyes glowing with a synthetic, forced power. Behind him, three more followed, their heavy armor clanking against the stone. They didn't come to negotiate; they came to silence the truth forever.
Valerius stepped in front of Elara, his crimson eyes narrowing. "So, the Council still sends puppies to do a wolf's job," he growled.
With a speed that defied logic, Valerius lunged. He didn't just fight; he was a whirlwind of primal destruction. Each strike was calculated and devastating. But the Enforcers were relentless, using silver-tipped spears to keep the ancient Alpha at bay.
"Elara, focus!" Kael shouted, parrying a blow from a second Enforcer. "Your light! We can't win this with steel alone!"
Elara closed her eyes, reaching deep into the core of her being. She felt the silver mark on her neck burning like a hot coal. She stopped trying to control the power and instead, she let the power control her.
"Enough!" Elara's voice didn't sound like her own; it was layered with the echoes of a thousand Lunas from the past.
A massive shockwave of pure, blinding moonlight erupted from her body. The cavern shook, and the Enforcers were thrown back like ragdolls, their silver weapons shattering into dust. The air grew heavy with the scent of ozone and ancient magic.
Valerius stood still, looking at Elara with a mixture of respect and something that looked like fear. The mark on her neck wasn't just glowing—it was bleeding light.
"The awakening is complete," Valerius whispered. "The Silver Moon hasn't just returned. It has chosen its weapon."
Outside, the entire forest went silent. Every wolf in the Silver Moon Pack felt a shiver down their spine. The true Alpha and the True Luna were finally united, and the Council's reign of lies was about to burn.