Chapter 166

Chapter 166

 The Interview Under the Moon

The Silver Pack Press arrived just as the evening light began. The hall had been prepared hours earlier—torches shining the banners, It wasn’t a press conference of urgency or politics. No. It was a moment of reflection, ten years after The Night of Two Moons—the night unity was born.

For once, there was no tension in the air, only peace. Wolves from every corner of the territories had gathered beyond the yard, eager to catch a glimpse of their leaders. Luna Camila and Alpha Marcus, the couple who had turned humiliations into empire, tragedy into triumph, and pain into legacy, were about to speak publicly for the first time since that fateful night.

The lead journalist, a young wolf named Erian, adjusted his camera sphere of enchanted glass that captured not only words but emotions. His tail flicked  as he turned to his assistant. “Can you believe it? We’re about to interview the Alpha and Luna themselves.”

His assistant grinned. “You’d better not stutter this time, Erian. The last time you did, Elder Rina wrote a whole poem about it.”

Erian chuckled, shaking his head. “Not today. Today, history listens.”

Moments later, the doors opened, and Luna Camila entered. Time had touched her hair, once free, now fell in graceful waves, streaked with gold. Her presence filled the room—calm and commanding. Marcus followed soon after, his dark coat dusted with temples, his aura carrying the authority of an Alpha who had led through both war and peace.

They greeted the press with smiles, not the formal kind but genuine ones that reflected years of harmony. Marcus gestured for them to sit around a table carved with the symbols of both the Silver and Moonlight packs entwined.

“Thank you for coming,” Camila began. “It’s been ten years since unity was restored. Tonight, we don’t speak as rulers, but as witnesses—to everything the Goddess has done for our people.”

Erian inclined his head. “Luna Camila, Alpha Marcus, it’s an honor. The packs requested this interview to be preserved in our archives—for the young wolves who will inherit this peace. May we begin?”

Marcus nodded. “Go on.”

Erian: “Ten years ago, on The Night of Two Moons, both packs became one family. What do you remember most about that night?”

Camila: “The silence that followed the last howl,” she said, her eyes distant with memory. “It was… sacred. For a heartbeat, no one spoke, no one moved. We all just felt. The moonlight touched every face equally—no Alpha, no Omega, no division. Only wolves. I’ll never forget that.”

Marcus: “And I remember the moment Mark lifted Kael into the air,” he added, smiling. “That laughter—the sound of children who no longer had to fear the word enemy. That’s when I knew the Goddess had accepted our offering.”

Erian nodded, visibly moved. “The pack calls it the dawn of peace. Some even say the ancestors were seen that night.”

Camila: “They were. Maybe not by all, but I felt my mother’s presence. She smiled at me… as if telling me it was finally done.”

A hush fell around the room. Even the recording pulsed slower, reflecting the depth of emotion in her tone.

Erian: “You’ve both led the united pack for a decade now. What has been your greatest challenge?”

Marcus: “Letting go of pride,” he admitted. “You can sign treaties, merge councils, and rewrite laws—but unity isn’t born on parchment. It’s born in hearts. And that takes time. Some wolves resisted, some held grudges. But each year, the howls grew more in tune. Forgiveness became our new law.”

Camila: “And teaching compassion,” she added. “Strength without kindness is tyranny. We made mistakes—both packs did—but instead of hiding them, we taught them. Our schools tell the true stories now. Even the painful ones.”

Erian’s eyes shone. “That’s rare wisdom, Luna.”

Camila: “Pain taught it to me,” she whispered. “Once, I was the outcast. Betrayed. But Marcus reminded me that a leader’s heart must remain open, even when it bleeds.”

Their gesture spoke louder than any answer.

Erian: “Speaking of legacy… the pack often speaks of your sons. What are they like now?”

Camila’s eyes brightened instantly. “Mark has become more than I ever dreamed. He carries both my father’s spirit and his father’s patience. He travels between territories, mediating disputes and inspiring young leaders. The wolves call him The Silver Flame.”

Marcus chuckled. “He gets that name because he never stops moving. And Kael—” he laughed, shaking his head. “That boy has the heart of a storm. Fierce, curious, impossible to contain. He’s training with the warriors now, though he spends more time inventing new ways to spar than actually following instructions.”

Camila: “He’s his father’s son,” she teased.

Marcus: “And his mother’s will. He once told me, ‘Father, when I lead, I’ll do it my way.’ And I said, ‘Good. Just make sure your way leads home.’”

Laughter rippled through, even from the journalists. The moment was warm, intimate—proof that beyond their titles, they were simply parents proud of their children.

Erian: “Many say your bond, Alpha Marcus, Luna Camila, is what healed the packs. What does that love mean to you now, after all these years?”

Camila smiled, turning to Marcus. “It means understanding that love isn’t a gift—it’s a duty. It’s waking up every day and choosing to believe in someone, even when the world tells you not to.”

“It’s forgiveness. The world saw her as broken, but she was the strongest soul I ever knew. She carried the weight of exile, betrayal, and yet still found room in her heart for peace. That kind of love doesn’t fade—it grows.”

Camila’s eyes glistened, and Erian swallowed hard before continuing, his voice softer now.

Erian: “What message would you give to future Alphas and Lunas?”

Marcus: “Lead with honor, not ego. Listen before you roar. Protect the weak, not because they’re helpless—but because they’re part of you. Remember, the pack isn’t yours—it’s the Goddess’s gift. You only borrow it for a time.”

Camila: “And never forget that unity is fragile. It doesn’t end with victory—it begins there. Every day, choose peace again.”

Erian scribbled, though his hands trembled. He knew these words would be quoted for generations.

Erian: “Luna Camila… if you could speak to the girl you once were—the one who fled into the forest all those years ago—what would you tell her?”

Camila’s lips parted, surprise flickering in her eyes. The room stilled. Even the torches seemed to hold their breath.

“I’d tell her, that every tear she shed watered the roots of her future. That her pain would become someone else’s hope. And that she was never truly alone—the Goddess was just waiting for her to find her light again.”

For a long moment, no one spoke. Marcus reached over again, taking her hand, and pressed it to his lips.

The interview wound to a close as the first moon began to rise through the windows. The recording pulsed one last time, sealing every word, every heartbeat, into the Silver Pack archives.

Erian stood, bowing. “Alpha Marcus, Luna Camila… thank you. The future will know peace not because of stories, but because of hearts like yours.”

Camila smiled. “Then make sure they remember not just us—but everyone who believed when hope seemed lost.”

Marcus rose, guiding her to the balcony outside the hall. The press followed, capturing one last image—the two leaders standing together under the glowing moon.

Beyond the mansion, wolves had begun to gather again, drawn by instinct or destiny. Their howls rose in unison, pure. The same hymn that had filled the skies ten years ago echoed once more:
“The moon saw tears, the moon saw pain,
The moon saw wolves divided again.
But now she shines with grace,
For love has found its rightful place.”

Erian lowered his crystal, whispering to himself, “The Goddess still watches.”

Camila, hearing him, turned to Marcus and smiled. “Do you think she ever stops?”

Marcus looked up at the moon, his hand slipping around her waist. “No,” he said. “She watches, she listens, and when we forget—she reminds us that even in darkness, love still leads the way.”

They stood there as the moons climbed the heavens once more, the valley bathed in brighter light. The howls echoed far beyond the borders of their land, carrying the message across generations:

That unity was no longer just a dream—
It was a legacy.