Luna Aurora novel (Alpha Fenrir) novel Chapter 332

Chapter 332

Dain wandered deeper into the labyrinthine ruins, the air around him heavy with an oppressive energy. The shadows seemed alive, curling and whispering as if guiding him forward. The pulsing shard fragment in his pocket felt like a second heartbeat, urging him on. He clenched his fists, his thoughts a storm of frustration and anger. Elyra’s trust in Althea grated on him, as did the feeling of being sidelined, treated as if he were the one destined to falter.

The shadows thickened, and a voice, deep and resonant, echoed through the chamber. “You doubt them, don’t you?”

Dain froze, scanning the dark. “Who’s there?”

From the shadows emerged a figure cloaked in black, his face hidden by a mask etched with crescent moons. The Warden of Shadows. His presence radiated power, a magnetic force that pulled Dain’s attention like a moth to a flame.

“Relax,” the Warden said, his voice smooth and commanding. “I am not your enemy. I am here to help you.”

Dain’s eyes narrowed. “Help me? Why would I trust you?”

The Warden stepped closer, his movements fluid and deliberate. “Because you and I are the same. We know what it’s like to be overshadowed, underestimated. They tell you to wait, to follow their path. But deep down, you feel it, don’t you? The power within you, clawing to break free.”

Dain didn’t respond, but his silence was answer enough. The Warden smirked beneath his mask and gestured to the air. A swirl of shadow magic formed, painting a vivid scene before Dain’s eyes.

In the vision, Dain stood tall, his presence commanding as wolves of every pack bowed before him. The shadowy aura surrounding him wasn’t menacing—it was regal, powerful, awe-inspiring. The world seemed to bend to his will. He wasn’t just a leader; he was the Alpha of Alphas, unchallenged and unmatched.

“Look at this,” the Warden said, his voice dripping with temptation. “A future where you are not bound by her light or anyone else’s expectations. A future where you rule, not follow. Where you decide your fate.”

Dain’s breath hitched as he stared at the vision. It was everything he’d ever wanted: respect, power, freedom from the shadow of Elyra’s destined role. But there was a lingering doubt, a faint voice in the back of his mind warning him to be cautious.

“How do I know this isn’t just another trick?” Dain asked, his tone guarded.

The Warden chuckled, the sound low and amused. “It’s no trick, Dain. The shard you carry—it’s a key to unlocking your true potential. But its power alone isn’t enough. You need guidance. My guidance.”

Dain frowned, his fingers brushing against the shard in his pocket. The warmth of its energy seemed to respond to the Warden’s words, pulsing faintly as if urging him to listen.