Chapter 92: Chapter 92
The main defensive position was pure chaos.
Rogues everywhere. Our warriors are fighting desperately. Blood on the ground. Screams and howls mixed together until I couldn’t tell friend from enemy.
"Sophie, stay close!" Marcus shouted over the noise.
Christian shifted beside me, his massive wolf form even more intimidating in battle. Through our bond, I felt his power surge—raw, protective, deadly.
I activated my Luna shield, golden energy spreading around the warriors nearest to me. Three of them immediately fought harder and stronger, my power flowing through their connection to me.
"North border breach!" someone yelled through the comms.
I looked up and saw her. Vanessa, leading at least ten rogues straight through our northern defenses like they were nothing.
"She’s got military training," Marcus muttered, watching Vanessa’s tactical precision. "This isn’t random chaos. She’s coordinating them."
Christian growled, the sound vibrating through my chest. He sent our strongest warriors toward Vanessa’s position.
Then I felt it. Through the Luna bond. Pain. Fear.
Three pack members were injured. One critical.
"I need to help them," I said.
"Sophie—" Marcus started.
"I can heal them. I have to try."
I ran toward where I felt the injured pack member, my guard following. We found him—a young warrior named Derek—bleeding from massive claw wounds across his chest.
I dropped to my knees beside him, pressing my hands to the worst wounds. Heat flowed from my palms, golden light spreading across his skin. The wounds closed slowly, too slowly.
"Come on," I whispered. "Come on."
Derek’s eyes opened. He gasped for air.
"Luna?" he croaked.
"You’re okay. Get to medical. Now."
He nodded and stumbled away with help from another warrior.
Around me, pack members saw what I’d done. I felt their determination strengthen through our bonds. They fought harder, knowing their Luna wouldn’t let them die.
I created another barrier, protecting a group of warriors engaging four rogues. The rogues’ claws bounced off the shield, giving our people the advantage they needed.
Christian’s presence in my mind was constant, checking on me every few seconds even while fighting his battles.
Then everything changed.
Harold appeared on the western front.
I recognized him immediately, even in wolf form. He’d brought supporters—pack members who still believed in him.
Patterson was there. Two others I recognized from the council hearing.
They hesitated when they saw Harold. Like they couldn’t decide which side to fight for.
"Traitors!" Marcus snarled, redirecting forces to counter Harold’s position.
Christian’s howl cut through the battlefield. A challenge. A promise of violence.
Harold answered with his howl.
But before Christian could reach Harold, another threat emerged.
Tom.
He came through the eastern breach, fighting through our defenders like they were nothing. Blood covered his muzzle. His eyes were wild, insane.
And he was looking directly at me.
"Sophie!" Tom’s voice was distorted, half-human, half-wolf. "Sophie!"
My guard warriors immediately formed a protective circle around me.
"Get Luna out of here!" one of them shouted.
"I’m not leaving," I said.
Tom crashed into my guard detail. Claws. Teeth. Brutal efficiency.
One guard went down. Then another.
Tom broke through the line, and suddenly he was right there, three feet from me, covered in blood that wasn’t his.
"Hello, beautiful," Tom said, his voice sick and twisted. "Miss me?"
I didn’t run. I planted my feet and channeled every bit of Luna power I had left.
My eyes must have been glowing—Tom actually flinched.
"Stay away from me," I said.
"Not a chance." Tom circled me slowly. "Christian’s going to die tonight. And then you’re mine. Forever. I’ll make you suffer for what you did to me, Sophie. Every. Single. Day."
"Try it."
Tom lunged.
My barrier exploded outward, catching him mid-air. He slammed into the golden energy and flew backward.
But he recovered fast, charging again.
This time I couldn’t get the barrier up in time. Tom tackled me to the ground, his weight crushing.
I fought back with everything Christian taught me. Elbow to his face. Knee to his gut. Roll and reverse position.
We grappled, both of us desperate. He was stronger, but I was faster.
Tom pinned me against a building, one hand around my throat.
"You should have chosen me," he hissed. "We could have been perfect together."
"You’re insane."
His claws extended toward my face. "Maybe. But you made me this way."
Christian felt it through our bond. My terror. My pain.
I saw him across the battlefield, fighting three rogues at once. He tore through them like paper, desperate to reach me.
But there were too many enemies between us.
Tom’s claws came closer. My barrier was failing. I had nothing left.
Then Christian was there.
He hit Tom like a freight train, knocking him away from me. I collapsed, gasping, my power completely drained.
