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The White Wolf's Requiem

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 889    |    Released on: 07/07/2026

myself up from the floor, gathering the

en crafted from my own fur, but now I

en the wooden door was blasted op

me furious. "Elara! So it was you who used the secret magic art

nd myself, he grabbed me by the hair

circle, their gazes on me filled with mockery a

e Moon Goddess, who was actually not, stood at Vera's side and declared in a

ir eyes turned back to me, they we

ng and spoke again. "There is a curse in this alabaster urn. It must be

ft to scream at Rowan. "Rowan! In that urn are the ashes of your own chi

immediately fell to her knees, so

as ice. "Elara, I saw with my own eyes just now that you were burning thin

klace that was made by a string of moon

red my children's ashes and the moon stones tha

ring through my chest, and let out a howl

e and hid herself in Rowan's arms. "

moment, he gave the order in a cold, hard voice. "Pull out her spine wi

ned my limbs down. Then they drove s

urning. Then the hooks caught hold o

t a piercing,

pack heard this he

pped straight

ble, as if I were be

rned blurry,

and clawing at the ground until

the whole earth

oze for

tively took a s

t out a pained whimper. "Rowan

t me a cold glare from where I lay in the mud. "First thing tomorrow morning, I want to see the

were already gone, and that he h

ed down i

ck, sustained by my White Wolf power,

ourished this turf for hundre

weakly, "Survive, Elara..

rther away, lower and lower,

h time had passed befo

my spine gone and barely clingin

in the rain, tears streaming down his face,

l that Blackrock

ched voice of an emissary of the Moonborn Clan echoed across the world. "El

soft moonlight and lifted slowly away from this p

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“Vera Morgan, my mate's lover, said the Moonlight Power of the White Wolf's pups was pure, and that moon stones soaked in the blood from their hearts could keep a pregnancy from failing. So Rowan Black, my mate and the Alpha of the Blackrock Pack, gave the order. I, Elara Dale, nine-month pregnant with twin babies, the Luna and a White Wolf from the Moonborn Clan, the white wolves who served the moon goddess, was tied to an operating table by the warriors, and they cut my twins out of my belly. I was overwhelmed by the agony surging through me. I then fell to my knees, weeping, and begged him. "The babies are premature and underdeveloped. If you take the blood from their hearts, they will die. I am the purest White Wolf of the Moonborn Clan. Take my heart instead. Please, just don't hurt the babies..." Rowan, however, said nonchalantly, "It's only a few drops of blood. It won't kill them. Consider it penance for your jealousy of Vera." I looked at his cold face. My wolf, Serane, let out a despairing whine. That night, before my children could even open their eyes, their lives slipped away from the little openings on their chests. I held my children's bloody bodies and went to Larkin Olson, the Elder of the Blackrock Pack. "You saved me back then, and I repaid the Blackrock Pack with my Moonlight Power. My children are gone now. It is time for me to leave."”