Luna Aurora novel (Alpha Fenrir) novel Chapter 330

Chapter 330

Elyra stood at the edge of the clearing, staring out into the moonlit forest. The cold wind brushed against her face, but she barely noticed. Her thoughts were with Dain—where he had gone, what he was doing, and why she could no longer feel the bond between them as strongly as before.

“He’s slipping away from me,” she murmured, clutching the shard in her hand. Its faint glow pulsed in rhythm with her heartbeat, a constant reminder of the power that had brought them to this point—and the danger it posed.

Cassian stepped up beside her, his usually lighthearted demeanor subdued. “He’ll come back,” he said, though his tone carried more doubt than reassurance.

Elyra shook her head. “You didn’t see the look in his eyes the last time we spoke. It’s like… he’s already given up on us.”

Cassian hesitated, then placed a hand on her shoulder. “Dain’s always carried more weight than he lets on. He’s probably out there trying to figure things out in his own way. You know how he is—he doesn’t like anyone seeing his struggles.”

“That doesn’t mean I should just stand here and do nothing,” Elyra snapped, pulling away. “I need to find him before it’s too late.”

Before Cassian could respond, Althea emerged from the sanctuary. The silver-haired guardian’s serene expression betrayed none of the tension that Elyra felt. Her presence alone seemed to calm the air around them, but Elyra’s frustration remained.

“Elyra,” Althea began, her voice steady, “you cannot chase after him without understanding what he is facing. Dain’s struggle is not just with the shard or the shadows—it is with himself.”

Elyra turned to face her, her fists clenched. “And what am I supposed to do? Just wait here while he tears himself apart?”

“You must strengthen yourself first,” Althea replied, stepping closer. “The shard has shown you visions, has it not? Warnings of what may come?”

Elyra hesitated. The visions were becoming harder to ignore—the flashes of darkness, the sense of loss, and above all, the image of Dain consumed by shadow. “Yes,” she admitted quietly. “But what am I supposed to do about it? How do I save him if he won’t let me?”

Althea’s gaze softened. “You cannot save him, Elyra. Not in the way you wish. Dain must choose his path, just as you must choose yours.”

“That’s not good enough,” Elyra said, her voice breaking. “I can’t let him fall into darkness. There has to be another way.”

“Perhaps there is,” Althea said, her tone thoughtful. “But it will require great strength—and great sacrifice. Are you prepared for that?”

Elyra didn’t answer immediately. Her mind raced, replaying every moment she and Dain had shared—their triumphs, their struggles, and the bond that had always held them together. Could she really stand by and watch him slip away?

The shard in her hand pulsed again, the light growing brighter for a brief moment. She looked down at it, frowning. The energy felt different this time, more insistent, almost as if it were trying to communicate something.