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Diana did not look at him.
One night, Artemis took her deeper than ever before-past the dreamspace, past memory, into something ancient.
A silver mark burned itself into Diana’s back, searing but not painful. Symbols she did not recognize etched themselves into her skin, glowing briefly before fading.
“What did you do?” Diana gasped.
Artemis lowered her head, pressing it to Diana’s chest. “I bound you fully to your legacy. When the time comes… You will not just fight.”
“I will what?”
Artemis’s eyes gleamed. “You will command the moon itself.”
Diana woke before dawn, heart pounding, skin warm beneath her shirt.
She smiled slowly.
Let them believe she was weak.
Let them believe she was nothing.
Because one day, when the moon rose, and the truth could no longer be hidden-
Crimson Fang would learn exactly what they had cast aside.
And Diana Nightshade would never bow again.
Five years changed everything.
The pack yard rang with the sharp crack of bone meeting bone, the sound echoing through the morning air like a challenge. Wolves stood in a wide circle, boots planted in dirt worn smooth by years of combat drills. No one spoke. No one dared.
At the center of the ring stood Diana Nightshade. She rolled her shoulders once, slow and loose, dark hair pulled back in a tight braid. Sweat traced the lines of muscle earned through years of discipline and pain. Across from her lay her opponent-one of Crimson Fang’s senior warriors-flat on his back, chest heaving, staring up at the sky in stunned disbelief.
“I yield,” he said finally, voice rough but respectful.
Diana offered him a hand.
When she pulled him to his feet, the circle erupted. Not with cheers, but with the deep, thunderous sound of fists striking chests. Respect. Pure and unquestioned.
Five years ago, they had turned away from her.
Now, they bowed their heads when she passed.
She did not smile. She did not gloat.
She had not earned her place through spectacle, but through inevitability.
No one trained harder than Diana. No one endured more. She fought as if every strike still carried the memory of rejection, as if weakness were a debt she could never afford to owe again.
And Artemis watched-silent, vast, pleased.
‘You have surpassed them,’ her wolf said quietly.
‘Not yet,’ Diana answered, gaze lifting briefly toward the pack hall looming above the yard. ‘Not the ones that matter.’
Inside the hall, Alpha Asher Stormrider-now often called Asher by those close to him-stood beside his chosen luna.
Hazel Feywin was beautiful in a sharp, deliberate way. Her dark red gown clung to her form like a second skin, embroidered with symbols of authority and power. She wore her position the way others wore armor-tight, rigid, and always on display. Her eyes followed Diana with open irritation.
“She should know her place,” Hazel murmured, fingers tightening around the armrest of the alpha’s chair.
Asher did not answer immediately. His gaze lingered on Diana as she exited the training ring, warriors instinctively stepping aside to clear her path. She did not acknowledge him. She never did.
“That is her place,” he said at last, voice low. “She earned it.”
Hazel’s lips thinned. “She is a warrior. Not a luna. And yet they listen to her more than they do me.”
Asher turned toward her then, something warning flickering in his eyes. “Respect is not commanded, Hazel. It’s given.”
Hazel smiled, but it was cold. Calculating.
“I am the luna,” she said softly. “And she will bend.”
She tried that afternoon.
Diana was summoned to the inner council chamber under the pretense of new patrol assignments. She entered alone, posture straight, expression unreadable. Hazel stood at the far end of the room, hands folded serenely before her.
“Diana Nightshade,” Hazel said, her voice honeyed. “You’ve become… impressive.”
Diana inclined her head. “Luna.”
The title tasted neutral on her tongue-neither submissive nor disrespectful.
Hazel circled slowly, heels clicking against stone. “The warriors look to you. The younger wolves imitate you. Influence like that can become dangerous if left unchecked.”
Diana met her gaze calmly. “I serve the pack.”
“Yes,” Hazel said, stopping directly in front of her. “But you do not serve me.”
The air shifted.
Hazel’s eyes glowed faintly as she reached for her luna power-the subtle pull that bent wills, softened resistance, compelled obedience. It rolled outward, invisible but heavy, pressing down like an unseen hand.
‘Careful,’ Artemis warned.
Diana did nothing.
The power hit her like a wave breaking against a cliff.
And shattered.
Hazel’s breath hitched. She pushed harder, drawing deeper, veins of silver light flaring beneath her skin as she attempted to wrap Diana’s mind in command.
“Kneel,” Hazel willed.
Diana stood unmoved.
Not even a tremor passed through her.
The chamber fell silent.
Hazel staggered back a step, shock flashing across her face before fury took its place.
“What are you?” She hissed.
Diana leaned forward just enough for Hazel to feel it-the pressure, the presence, the vast and ancient thing coiled beneath Diana’s skin.
“I am loyal to the pack,” Diana said evenly. “But I do not bend to power taken by force.”
Artemis stirred then-not fully, never fully, but enough. The moonlight filtering through the high windows brightened, silver threading through the air like living veins.
Hazel gasped, clutching her chest as her power recoiled violently, as if burned.
Asher stormed into the chamber seconds later.
“What happened?” He demanded.
Hazel turned on him, eyes blazing. “She resisted me. Completely.”
Asher looked at Diana.
For a moment, the years peeled away-the rejection, the bond snapping, the pain in her eyes that night. Something like regret flickered across his face.
Diana met his gaze without flinching.
“I did nothing. She tried to compel me. It failed, Alpha. Maybe because I do not have a wolf.” Diana said, the only thing that will stop any question from Alpha Asher.
Asher exhaled slowly. “You are dismissed, Diana.”
She bowed her head once and left.
Behind her, Hazel’s voice cracked with fury. “She is a threat.”
Asher’s reply was cold. “No. She is a pillar. And you will not touch her again.”
Word spread fast.
By nightfall, the pack knew: the luna’s power did not work on Diana Nightshade.
Some whispered fear. Others awe.
The elders said nothing-but watched her with new eyes.
That night, Diana stood alone at the edge of the forest, moonlight bathing her skin in silver. Artemis emerged from hiding in the back of her mind, immense and luminous.
‘She fears you,’ Artemis said.
‘She should,’ Diana replied quietly.
‘Do you regret it?’ Artemis asked. ‘Not leaving?’
Diana considered the pack-the warriors who trusted her, the young wolves who trained harder because she had shown them what was possible.
‘No,’ she said. ‘This is not where I belong forever. But it is where I am needed… for now.’
Artemis’s eyes gleamed. ‘Our true mate draws closer.’
Diana closed her eyes, breathing in the cool night air.
Let Hazel grasp at power she did not understand.
Let Asher live with the choices he made.
The moon had not forgotten Diana Nightshade.
And neither had fate.
The first scream split the night like a blade. It was sharp, raw, and cut through the stillness of the pack lands before the alarm horn could even be raised.
Diana was already moving.
She didn’t wait for orders.
She never did.
Her boots pounded against the stone stairs of the northern wall as the cold night air sliced into her lungs. The world sharpened instantly, every sound magnified, every scent screaming danger. The wind carried blood. Rot. Rage.
Rogues.
Not one or two.
Dozens.
They poured from the tree line like shadows given flesh, bodies lean and desperate, eyes glowing with feral madness. Their movements were erratic, untrained, but vicious. These weren’t lost wolves seeking refuge.
These were killers.
Diana skidded to a stop at the wall, eyes scanning the battlefield in a single sweeping glance. Warriors were scrambling into position, some still fastening armor, others gripping weapons with hands that trembled just enough to betray fear.
“Orders?” one warrior shouted over the rising chaos. “Where is the Alpha?”
Diana didn’t hesitate.
“What are the orders?” She demanded, already calculating distances, numbers, weaknesses. “Where is Alpha Asher?”
Even though everyone here knew the truth, she was the strongest warrior among them, and Asher had never promoted her. Never named her delta. Never allowed her a title that matched her capability.
She remained a standard warrior.
Diana never complained.
Rank didn’t matter.
Protecting the pack did.
Protecting her parents did.
“We’re the first defense,” the warrior answered, breathless. “Deltas are second. Alpha, Beta, and Gamma are final defense. The Luna took everyone to the bunker.”
The words slammed into her chest.
“Everyone?” Diana demanded. “That includes my mom and dad?”
A familiar presence surged gently against her mind.
‘They’re safe,’ Artemis said, firm and reassuring. ‘They’re in the bunker.’
Diana exhaled sharply, grounding herself.
‘Good.’
She severed every unnecessary mind link without hesitation, closing herself off from panic, fear-everything except the voices of the pack’s leaders and her wolf.
Total focus.
‘But Artemis, ‘ Diana murmured internally as her eyes locked onto the advancing rogues, ‘we still need to hide you, right?’
‘Yes,’ Artemis replied. ‘But I will help where I can. And if it comes to it… nothing matters more than Mom, Dad, and the pack.’
Diana’s jaw clenched.
‘Here they come,’ Artemis warned.
The first rogues hit the clearing, snarls ripping from their throats as they charged.
“HOLD THE LINE!” Diana roared. Her voice cracked through the night like thunder. The Warriors snapped into formation instantly. No one questioned her authority-not anymore. Among the warriors, it was understood: when Diana spoke, you listened.
