Luna Aurora novel (Alpha Fenrir) novel Chapter 338

Chapter 338

Elyra stood at the head of the gathered wolves, her heart racing as she surveyed the assembly. The Moonlit Council, an ancient gathering of pack leaders, had convened in response to the growing threat that loomed over the packs. Her call for unity had been urgent, born from a deep sense of dread and responsibility. The air around them hummed with tension, each leader bringing their own doubts, fears, and uncertainties.

The moon hung low in the sky, casting its silver light over the clearing, but even its brilliance couldn’t mask the growing shadow that had taken root in the land. Elyra could feel it in her bones, a suffocating presence that seemed to grow stronger by the hour. The shard’s energy was warping the land, creating a darkness that threatened to swallow everything.

“If we don’t stand together,” Elyra’s voice rang out, carrying across the clearing. “If we don’t unite, we will all fall. The darkness is coming for us all, and if we allow it to divide us, we will be lost.”

Her words were met with a mixture of silence and murmurs. Some of the pack leaders nodded, their expressions grim, while others exchanged wary glances. Elyra had spent days trying to convince them of the urgency of the situation, but the rift between the packs ran deep. Old feuds, old loyalties—these were hard to break.

Cassian, the Alpha of the Shadowclaws, stood from his seat, his tall form casting a long shadow across the gathered wolves. His amber eyes glowed with a mixture of suspicion and doubt. “And what makes you think we should trust you, Elyra? You’ve been led by the shard’s influence for too long. We don’t even know who you are anymore.”

The words stung, but Elyra fought to keep her composure. She knew there were those who questioned her loyalty, who wondered if she was truly still the same Elyra they had once known. But the gravity of the situation left no room for doubts, no room for hesitation. The packs needed to come together, or they would all fall.

“I haven’t changed,” Elyra said, her voice steady despite the weight pressing down on her. “The shard is not my master. It’s a tool, and I will use it to protect the packs. But I can’t do it alone. I need your help. We need to unite.”

Her gaze swept over the gathered leaders, her eyes searching for a sign of agreement. Some of the faces softened, but others remained steely, their skepticism unyielding. Elyra’s heart tightened, but she pressed on.

“I know the sacrifices each of you have made to lead your packs. I know the history we share is tainted with bloodshed and betrayal. But we cannot afford to let the past tear us apart now. If we do, there will be no future.”

Her words lingered in the air, hanging heavy with the weight of truth. Elyra’s plea wasn’t just for unity—it was a cry for survival. The Warden of Shadows was out there, manipulating Dain, pulling him deeper into the darkness. If they didn’t act quickly, the Warden’s influence would spread, and the packs would be doomed.

A low growl rose from the back of the gathering, and Elyra’s heart skipped a beat as a familiar figure stepped forward from the shadows. The leader of the Stormfang pack, Aric, a wolf known for his brutal honesty and no-nonsense approach, strode into the clearing. His blue-gray fur gleamed in the moonlight, and his eyes were cold and calculating as they fixed on Elyra.

“You speak of unity,” Aric said, his voice deep and commanding. “But you’ve already lost one of us.”