THE LUNA'S ASCENSION

ion, the kind that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I could feel it-the eyes of my pack on me, their unspoken expectations weighing do

crackled before me, its flames licking the air as if desperate to consume the moonlight. I closed my eyes, trying to focus, to calm th

edge. She was a figure of reverence, her long silver hair a testament to the years she had witnessed, and the secrets she

n. "You must understand the prophecy, child. It is not just

enna's gaze softened, but only slightly. "The prophecy speaks of a Luna who will rise to either sav

ecy all my life and had been told I was special, chosen. But now, standing h

ce a comforting shadow. Ava was everything I wasn't-calm, composed, always sure of herself. Yet tonight, even she seemed uneasy. I glanced b

e, but the words died in my throat. I couldn't shake the feeling that she w

s. All that remained was the moon, glowing with a harsh, unnatural light. And then the shadows began to creep in, twisting and curling around the edges of my vision. A figure

my mind, a cruel whisper that sent shivers down my spine. "Be

ping for breath as if I had been drowning. I felt Ava's hand on m

t something held me back. The warning echoed in my mind, a si

unreadable, her eyes shadowed. "The visions will come more frequently now," s

the Silverclaw pack, and destined to be the next Luna. But as I looked up at the full moon,

one-moving just beyond the circle of trees. My heart skipped a beat as the shadowy figures from my vision seemed to materialize in the real w

e, the figure vanished into the darkness, leaving only the ech

with it, the first stirrings of the betrayal