Luna Aurora novel (Alpha Fenrir) novel Chapter 339

Chapter 339

The shadows around the Crimson Ruins twisted and writhed like living things, obeying the will of the Warden of Shadows. The eerie, unnatural silence that hung in the air felt suffocating as Dain stood at the edge of a vast chasm, the darkness stretching out before him like an endless abyss.

“You are ready,” the Warden’s voice echoed, soft but chilling. He stood at Dain’s side, his form cloaked in shadow, his glowing eyes the only visible part of him. “Your destiny is not to follow. It is to lead.”

Dain’s heart beat in his chest, a steady drum of anticipation. The power thrumming inside him felt intoxicating, like fire coursing through his veins. The shard, ever-present, pulsed with its dark energy, urging him forward, pulling him deeper into the embrace of the shadow lands.

The Warden’s plan had been laid out before him, simple yet magnificent. With the shard’s power at his command, Dain had already begun to gather followers—wolves who had tasted the shadows and were eager to do so again. They had come to him, pledging their loyalty, their minds clouded by the promises of greater strength, of endless power. The Warden had shown him how to unlock their latent abilities, how to make them bend to his will. They were his army now.

“You will lead them into the lands of the ancients,” the Warden continued, his voice low and smooth. “You will claim the shadow wolves, bend them to your will, and soon, they will follow you willingly—or not at all.”

Dain’s lips curled into a smile, cold and full of hunger. The power he wielded was like nothing he had ever felt before. He could hear the whispers of the wolves, their thoughts seeping into his mind, their desires aligning with his own. He could feel the pulse of the shadow lands, calling him to enter, to embrace the darkness fully.

“They will follow me,” Dain said, his voice filled with conviction. “Not out of fear, but because they know I am their true leader. They know I am stronger than anyone else.”

The Warden’s eyes glowed brighter in the dark, and a slow, satisfied smile spread across his face. “Yes. You understand. Soon, your influence will extend beyond these lands. The packs will bow to you, and the light will be nothing but a distant memory.”

Dain’s eyes flicked to the horizon, where the shadow lands stretched out, dark and foreboding. It was a place of power, a realm where the rules of nature and magic no longer applied. It was where the very essence of shadow thrived. And it was here that Dain would claim his birthright.

“We will be unstoppable,” Dain muttered under his breath. He could feel the shadows crawling along his skin, waiting to be unleashed. “The packs will fall, one by one. And when they do, I will rise as the Alpha of Alphas.”

The Warden’s deep laugh echoed in the silence, a sound that sent shivers down Dain’s spine. “You have already begun, my prince. But there is much more to do. The shadows have yet to reveal their full potential.”

With a flick of his hand, the Warden summoned a swarm of shadow wolves. They appeared from the depths of the darkness, their glowing eyes fixed on Dain with a sense of devotion, a loyalty that had been twisted by the Warden’s magic. They were not the wolves he once knew—these were creatures born of darkness, their forms shifting and flickering like smoke in the wind.