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Steel rang as blades were drawn. Claws unsheathed. The night exploded into chaos.
The first rogue leapt for the wall. Diana met him head-on. She didn’t shift. She never did in front of others, but Artemis surged beneath her skin, lending her speed, precision, and power. Diana ducked beneath snapping jaws, drove her elbow into the rogue’s throat, and twisted sharply.
Cartilage gave way.
The body crumpled without a sound.
More came.
She moved like moonlight given form-cold, relentless, unstoppable. Her blade flashed silver-blue, slicing through flesh and bone with ruthless efficiency. She didn’t waste movement. Didn’t hesitate. Every strike was deliberate.
A group broke toward the eastern gate.
Diana saw it instantly.
“East gate-fall back!” she shouted. “On me!”
She vaulted the wall without hesitation, landing hard, rolling once before rising into motion. The ground trembled beneath her as she cut through the attackers, every breath measured, every strike lethal.
A rogue raked claws across her shoulder.
Pain flared white-hot. Diana snarled-not in fear, but fury.
‘Enough,’ Artemis growled.
For a heartbeat, the moonlight intensified-just enough.
Not enough for others to notice.
Not enough to expose them.
But enough.
Power surged through Diana’s limbs. She disarmed one rogue with a brutal twist, shattered another’s knee with a kick that echoed like breaking wood, and sent a third flying backward into the trees with a single devastating strike.
The pack rallied around her.
They always did.
Warriors fought harder when Diana was near. Younger wolves mirrored her movements instinctively, trusting her judgment without question.
‘This is what a true protector looks like,’ Artemis murmured.
The battle raged until dawn bled into the sky, painting it in bruised violets and gold. Rogue bodies littered the forest floor. The survivors fled, howling their rage into the distance.
Silence followed.
Broken only by labored breathing.
Diana stood at the front line, blade lowered, chest rising steadily. Blood-hers and theirs-darkened her armor. Her shoulder burned, but she didn’t falter.
Then-
‘Diana!’
Her parents’ voices brushed her mind-and vanished.
The tether snapped.
Her breath hitched.
‘Mom?’ she called desperately. ‘Dad?’
Nothing.
Panic surged violently.
‘Mom! Dad!’ Diana tried again, pushing harder, but the bond was gone. Empty. Silent.
She turned and ran.
Diana tore through the forest toward the pack house, heart hammering, lungs burning. Fear drowned out everything else.
Please. Please be wrong.
She broke into the clearing and stopped.
Alpha. Beta. Gamma.
They stood surrounding several bodies.
When they saw her, pity filled their eyes.
“No,” Diana whispered.
‘I can smell them,’ Artemis said, her voice breaking into a howl of grief.
“No!” Diana shouted. “How are they here? They were in the bunker! HOW ARE THEY HERE?”
No one answered.
Diana dropped to her knees beside her parents, pulling her mother’s body into her arms, pressing her forehead against her chest as a sound tore from her throat-raw, broken, animal. “Mom! Dad!”
Her howl echoed across the pack lands, filled with pain so deep it made wolves freeze mid-step.
“How did this happen?” She sobbed, looking up at the three leaders. “They were supposed to be safe. Inside the bunker. HOW?”
They had no answers.
Warriors arrived behind her, stunned into silence.
Diana’s parents are dead.
Slaughtered by a rogue who had somehow slipped past every line of defense.
How? How could a rogue pass the warriors… the deltas… the Alpha, Beta, and Gamma?
How could this happen when everyone was supposed to be safe with the Luna?
No one spoke.
The irony crushed them all.
Diana-the strongest protector of the pack-had stood at the front lines, fighting with everything she had.
And still… she had lost everything.
The pack mourned under a sky stripped of stars. Gray clouds hung low and heavy, as if even the heavens bowed beneath the weight of loss. The funeral pyres were arranged at the sacred clearing, ringed by ancient stones worn smooth by generations of grief and remembrance. Moonflowers burned softly at their base, releasing a pale, sorrowful glow that barely cut through the darkness.
Diana stood motionless at the front.
She had not slept.
She had not eaten.
Blood had been scrubbed from her armor, but it felt pointless, like washing away the last traces of something that still lived inside her chest. Her hands were clenched so tightly at her sides that her nails bit into her palms, grounding her in pain because numbness was far worse.
Two bodies lay before her.
Her mother.
Her father.
Wrapped in ceremonial cloth, adorned with the sigils of the pack they had served their entire lives.
They had not been high ranked. They had not been powerful. They had been kind. Steady. Loyal.
They had believed the bunker would keep them safe.
Diana swallowed hard.
She had stood at the front lines.
She had held the line.
She had protected everyone else.
And it hadn’t mattered.
The Alpha stepped forward and spoke words of honor, of sacrifice, of lives well-lived. The Luna followed, voice trembling as she spoke of community, of shared grief, of the Moon Goddess welcoming them home.
Diana heard none of it. Her world had narrowed to the space between those two pyres.
Artemis was silent.
Not asleep.
Not withdrawn.
Grieving.
When it was Diana’s turn to speak, the clearing held its breath.
She stepped forward slowly, every movement deliberate. The pack watched her with reverence, with sorrow, with fear, because grief this deep was dangerous in a wolf like her.
“My parents were not rank warriors,” Diana said quietly. Her voice carried anyway. “They never asked for recognition. Never asked for protection. They believed in this pack with their whole hearts.” Her throat tightened. “They believed that doing the right thing was enough.”
A murmur rippled through the crowd.
“They taught me that strength isn’t about rank,” she continued. “It’s about standing up when others can’t. About protecting what matters-even when it costs you everything.” Her gaze dropped to the pyres. “I failed them.”
The words fell like a blade.
“No,” someone whispered.
“That’s not true,” another said.
Diana didn’t react.
“I stood at the front,” she said, voice breaking for the first time. “I fought. I led. I protected. And while I did… someone slipped through.” Her hands shook now. “Someone knew where to go.”
That caught attention.
The Alpha stiffened slightly.
“I tracked the rogue who killed them,” Diana said softly. “Not far. Just enough to know this wasn’t desperation.” She lifted her head. “It was precise.”
A ripple of unease passed through the pack.
“Rogues don’t move like that,” she went on. “They don’t bypass defenses without triggering alarms. They don’t ignore easier prey to target two unguarded wolves in a secured bunker.”
Silence stretched.
“I don’t know who sent him,” Diana finished. “But someone did.”
The pyres were lit. Flames rose, devouring cloth and flesh alike, crackling softly as smoke curled toward the sky. Diana watched without blinking as the fire took everything she loved, turning it into ash and memory.
When it was over, the pack slowly dispersed.
Diana didn’t move. She stayed until the last ember dimmed, until the clearing was empty and cold.
Only then did she turn away.
Three days passed.
Diana didn’t train.
Didn’t patrol.
Didn’t speak.
She sat in her parents’ empty home, surrounded by ghosts. Every corner whispered their presence-the worn chair by the hearth, the chipped mug her father refused to replace, the blanket her mother always folded too neatly.
Artemis finally broke the silence.
‘You are breaking,’ she said gently.
‘I know,’ Diana replied aloud.
‘You don’t have to do this alone.’
‘I already am.’
On the fourth day, Diana walked into the training grounds. Warriors stopped mid-motion when they saw her.
Hope flared briefly.
She ignored it.
Alpha Asher was there, speaking with the Beta and Gamma. They turned as one when she approached.
“I’m resigning,” Diana said calmly.
The words hit harder than any roar.
“What?” Asher demanded. “You can’t be serious.”
“I am.”
“You’re the backbone of this pack,” the Beta said urgently. “The warriors-“
“-will survive,” Diana cut in. “They always do.”
Asher stepped closer. “This isn’t what your parents would want.”
That did it. Diana’s eyes flashed silver.
