Luna Aurora novel (Alpha Fenrir) novel Chapter 315

Chapter 315

The air was cold as Elyra stepped into the night, her heart still pounding from Dain’s departure. She had tried to call him back, but he hadn’t listened. His words had cut through her, each one like a dagger of frustration and pain. I’ll find my own way. The weight of them hung heavy in her chest, and she could feel the sharp sting of the growing distance between them.

The temple behind her seemed miles away now, and the forest stretched out before her in endless shadows. She couldn’t lose him—not like this. She couldn’t stand by and watch him walk away, consumed by whatever darkness was taking hold of him.

Elyra pushed forward, her footsteps quick but careful as she followed the trail Dain had left behind. She called his name once more, her voice breaking in the stillness of the night. “Dain! Please—”

But there was no response.

A chill ran down her spine, and her instincts screamed that something was wrong. The air around her seemed to shift, growing denser, colder, until it felt like something was watching her. The trees around her loomed like silent sentinels, their branches swaying eerily in the wind. She could hear her breath in her ears, shallow and panicked.

Then, a flicker of movement in the distance caught her attention.

Elyra’s heart skipped a beat as she squinted into the shadows. There, standing just beyond the reach of the moonlight, was Dain. But he wasn’t alone. A figure stood before him, cloaked in darkness, its form barely visible in the night. Elyra froze, her feet rooted to the ground as she watched them.

The figure was tall, its features hidden beneath a shadowy hood, but even from a distance, Elyra could feel the unnatural pull of its presence. It wasn’t like anything she had ever encountered—no wolf, no human, no creature she had ever seen. This being felt… ancient. Its very essence seemed to distort the air around it, twisting the world into something darker.

She moved closer, her steps slow and cautious as she inched toward them. She couldn’t make out the words being spoken, but she could see Dain’s tense posture, his shoulders rigid as he spoke to the shadowy figure. He wasn’t backing away, but leaning in, his expression intense, almost desperate.

Then, as if sensing her presence, the figure’s head turned slightly, and Elyra felt a shiver run down her spine. It was as though it knew she was there, watching from the shadows.

Dain’s voice broke through the quiet, his tone low and filled with an edge Elyra had never heard before. “What do you want from me?”

The shadowy figure stood motionless for a moment before it spoke, its voice like a cold wind whispering through the trees. “I seek nothing. I only offer.”

Dain’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing. “I don’t want anything from you.”

The figure’s laugh was soft, almost imperceptible, like the rustle of dead leaves. “You misunderstand. I offer what you desire most—power. Freedom. The strength to overcome the darkness you feel inside.” It took a step closer to Dain, its form shifting in the darkness like a living shadow. “The shard you possess, the power within you—it is a gift. A gift that can give you the strength to control your destiny, to bend the world to your will.”