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Chapter 15 - Chapter Fourteen – Unexpected Allies

The forest felt alive that evening, the silvered moonlight filtering through the canopy in shifting patterns. Lyra moved in wolf form, white fur gleaming softly, ears twitching to every subtle sound. Darius flanked her, storm-gray fur blending with the shadows. The hunt had strengthened the pack's unity, but the Moon whispered that more challenges were on the horizon—ones beyond mere survival.

A faint scent drifted on the wind, alien yet familiar in a strange way. Lyra's green eyes narrowed. Someone—or something—approaches.

Darius stiffened beside her, sensing the same presence. Stay calm. Let me know if they attack.

Lyra's muscles coiled. Instead of aggression, she felt… reverence. A pulse of energy that resonated with her own, familiar yet stronger, older, and ancient.

From behind the mist, a lone wolf emerged, silver-gray fur shimmering like moonlight on water. Its eyes were an otherworldly shade of pale violet, glowing faintly with intelligence and power. The creature did not move aggressively, instead watching Lyra with a calm, measured intensity.

Lyra shifted to human form, green eyes bright, ears alert. "Who are you?" she asked softly, voice steady but commanding.

The wolf transformed seamlessly into human form as well—a tall figure with silver hair cascading to their shoulders, pale violet eyes locking with Lyra's. "I am Selene," the figure said, voice melodic but firm. "I have come because the Moon has guided me to you. You are not merely Luna of the Crescent Moon Pack—you are my kin in destiny. The Moon Goddess's blood flows through you. There are truths you have yet to learn."

Lyra's chest tightened, a mixture of awe and suspicion. Her lineage had always felt special, but Selene's presence made it undeniable. How do you know? she asked silently through telepathy.

The Moon whispers, Selene answered. I have served her for generations, guarding her daughters, guiding their awakening. You are one of them.

Selene stepped closer, hands raised in peace. "Your pack is strong, your leadership proven. But the world beyond these forests is changing. Rogue packs, mystical threats, and enemies of the Moon will seek to challenge you. You must prepare. I offer guidance and alliance—not subjugation, but mutual respect."

Lyra's green eyes narrowed, studying the newcomer. And what do you seek in return?

Only your trust, Selene replied, a faint smile playing on her lips. And your willingness to embrace your full potential.

Lyra exchanged a glance with Darius. Their mate bond pulsed in silent communication. We can trust them—but carefully.

Darius's voice came softly through telepathy: They are aligned with the Moon. This could strengthen us, and your power, Lyra.

Lyra nodded, a sense of calm authority settling over her. "Very well," she said aloud, green eyes gleaming. "We accept your guidance, Selene. But know this: the Crescent Moon Pack is under my protection, and any threat to them will be met with force."

Selene inclined her head gracefully. "As it should be. We begin at dawn. There are trials, teachings, and awakenings awaiting you. Your power is only the beginning."

As Selene melted into the shadows of the forest, the Moon pulsed brighter above, silver light spilling across Lyra's white fur. She felt a shiver of anticipation—and a thrill of purpose. Her journey was no longer just survival, or even leadership. She was stepping into the wider world, into mysteries of her Moon Goddess lineage, with guidance, allies, and deeper power awaiting.

Darius pressed close, whispering in thought: Whatever comes, we face it together. You are ready.

Lyra exhaled, letting the moonlight wash over her. The Crescent Moon Pack slept nearby, united and trusting. The forest whispered its approval. And deep within her, green eyes reflecting silver light, Lyra felt the undeniable truth: she was not just a Luna. She was a daughter of the Moon, destined to rise far beyond the borders of her forest home.

The journey ahead would be dangerous, mystical, and transformative. But Lyra, white-furred and green-eyed, with her mate Darius by her side, was ready.

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