Luna Aurora novel (Alpha Fenrir) novel Chapter 342

Chapter 342

The moon hung low over the Ironfang Pack’s territory, casting long shadows over the forest floor. Dain stood at the edge of the pack’s border, his silhouette blending seamlessly with the darkness. The air was thick with tension, the kind that only the true weight of choice could create. He could feel the power coursing through him—the power of the shadow, the power of the shard—and it urged him forward, a constant, insistent pull.

Tonight, he would secure the loyalty of the Ironfang Pack.

He had spent days studying their movements, learning their strengths and weaknesses, and now he was ready to make his move. The Ironfang Alpha, a seasoned leader known for his loyalty to the old ways, had always resisted Dain’s shadow magic. But Dain had something he wanted—something he needed to tip the scales in his favor.

With a single, deliberate step, Dain entered the pack’s territory, his presence unnoticed by the sentries until he was right upon them. His dark magic cloaked him, a shroud that made him nothing more than a whisper on the wind. The pack’s wolves were strong, their senses sharp, but they were no match for the pull of the shadow. Dain’s control over them was effortless, the fear and obedience radiating from them as he moved deeper into their domain.

At the heart of the Ironfang Pack’s territory, a grand, stone building loomed—a stronghold that had withstood generations of battles. Inside, the Alpha was gathered with his closest advisors, discussing strategy, when the doors creaked open with an eerie quiet. They looked up, startled by the sudden intrusion.

“Who dares to enter uninvited?” The Alpha growled, his tone firm but cautious.

From the shadows, Dain stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with an intensity that made the room go cold. The wolves around the Alpha tensed, their hackles raised, but Dain’s gaze was enough to hold them in place.

“I am Dain,” he said, his voice smooth, like a river of velvet, but with an undercurrent of something far darker. “And I have come to offer you something more than loyalty to a failing cause.”

The Alpha’s eyes narrowed. “You are no friend to our pack. Why should we listen to you?”

Dain smiled, a cold, calculating smile that sent a shiver through the room. “Because loyalty to Elyra will leave you defenseless. She cannot offer you the power to shape your destiny. But I can.”

The Alpha stepped forward, his gaze piercing. “You may have power, Dain, but you have no honor.”

Dain’s smile didn’t falter. “Honor? A luxury we cannot afford. Stand with me, and you’ll stand above all others. Together, we will rise, and your pack will have the strength it deserves.”

A tense silence hung in the air. The Alpha stared at Dain, weighing the offer. But Dain could see it in his eyes—the flicker of temptation, the lure of power. It was the same look he had seen in so many others.

With a slow, deliberate motion, the Alpha looked around the room at his advisors. They exchanged uncertain glances, clearly swayed by the raw strength emanating from Dain.