Chapter 50 CHAPTER FIFTY

Chapter 50 CHAPTER FIFTY
Matt’s POV

The packhouse trembled with a force I couldn’t name. The air itself seemed alive, humming, crackling as if the Moon Goddess had split the heavens open and poured her fury straight into our veins. Wolves outside howled in confusion, their bodies shifting without command. Some fell to their knees, clutching their chests. Others screamed, half-shifted and feral-eyed, like their souls were being dragged between two realms.

And at the center of it all… was her.

Hellen.

Her body burned in my arms not with fever, but power. It pulsed through her skin like liquid fire. I could feel her heartbeat syncing with mine, each thump shaking my bones. Her hair shimmered in shades I’d never seen before, moonlight and flame tangled together. Her scent, familiar and foreign, made my wolf bow.

She wasn’t just my Luna anymore.
She was something more. Something divine. Something terrifying.

I kicked open the door to the infirmary. “Healer!” My voice echoed like a growl, distorted by the panic clawing through me.

The healer shuddered forward, face pale, eyes wide. “Alpha… the sky...”

“I know,” I snapped. “Help her!”

She obeyed without question, barking orders as assistants cleared the bed. I laid Hellen down gently, her fingers twitching against my wrist before falling still. I wanted to shake her awake, to demand she look at me, but the moment I touched her, a jolt of light burst from her skin, throwing me back.

Paul caught me mid-stumble. “Matt! What the hell is going on?”

I steadied myself, breathing hard. “She’s… changing.”

“Into what?”

I didn’t answer because I didn’t know.

Outside, thunder rumbled, not from the sky but from the ground, the earth itself responding to her awakening. Every wolf in the territory felt it. I could sense their confusion, their fear bleeding through the pack bond.

“She’s stabilizing,” the heart monitor alerted, her voice trembling. “But Alpha… her pulse is not mortal.”

I turned sharply. “What are you saying?”

“She’s linked… to something older than us. The bond that connects you two is no longer just of this realm.”

The words struck harder than any blade.

I stared at Hellen, her body wrapped in faint silver light, and for the first time in years, I felt helpless. Powerless. The Alpha inside me howled, demanding control, demanding understanding, but all I could do was watch.

Hours passed, maybe more. When I finally stepped outside, the night sky was torn in half, one side red like blood, the other glowing silver. Wolves knelt instinctively, sensing divine interference.

That’s when I heard the sound of wings. Not real wings but the heavy, ceremonial kind that announced only one thing.

TheCouncill arrived.

A line of elders entered the courtyard, their robes whispering over the stone, eyes sharp and cold. Their leader, Elder Rowan, looked at me with that familiar mix of respect and fear. “Alpha Mattias Blackthorn,” he said formally. “The signs have been witnessed across the kingdoms. The Luna’s awakening has begun.”

“She’s not some prophecy,” I growled. “She’s my mate.”

Rowan’s expression didn’t change. “Then your mate may have just doomed us all.”

The words rippled through the crowd.

Before I could respond, another elder, this one younger, hungrier for power, stepped forward. “You’ve hidden her condition for too long. If what the texts say is true, she is the Bloodflame Luna — the vessel of rebirth and destruction. The Moon Goddess’s curse reborn.”

I stepped closer until my shadow swallowed him whole. “Watch your tongue, Elder. You speak of your Luna.”

“Then control her,” he spat. “Because the last time such energy awakened, it tore a kingdom apart.”

Paul’s hand was suddenly on my shoulder, grounding me before I could rip the man’s throat open.

Rowan raised his hand. “Enough. We came to ensure the balance remains. You’ve always commanded our respect, Alpha. But this… this is beyond you.”
The Council was poison-laced with caution, wrapped in arrogance. They didn’t understand Hellen. They couldn’t.

“She’s no threat to you,” I said coldly. “But if you try to make her one, I’ll remind you all why this pack still kneels when I enter a room.”

Silence followed. No one dared move.

Rowan’s lips curved faintly. “We’ll see.”

They left soon after, murmuring amongst themselves. But the tension lingered, thick and choking.

By the time I returned to the infirmary, the healers were tracing strange marks on Hellen’s wrists, faint runes glowing like embers.

“What are those?” I asked.

“Ancient bindings,” she replied. “They appear when a divine awakening begins. It’s tied to the prophecy.”

Paul frowned. “What prophecy?”

The healer’s ice dropped. “The one we thought was myth.”

She moved to the table and unrolled a scroll so old the edges crumbled.
It read:

“When the chosen bleeds beneath two moons,
Flame shall wake within the bond of blood.
The heart that dies will crown the dawn,
And from ruin, a throne shall rise.”

The room fell silent.

Ruin.

That word. It echoed in my head like a curse. I remembered Hellen’s faint whispers before she collapsed, “The ruin will begin with you.”

Was this what she’d meant?

My throat tightened. I turned away, hands clenching. “Get some rest, HeaHealerou too, Paul.”

“Matt...”

“Now.”

They obeyed, though Paul’s eyes lingered with worry.

When I was finally alone, I sat beside her bed. She looked peaceful, too peaceful, like the storm outside couldn’t touch her. My hand hovered over hers, but I didn’t dare touch. Not yet.

“You’re breaking every rule of the gods, you know that?” I murmured. “And here I am… still ready to burn the world for you.”

Her lips parted slightly, and for a moment, I thought she’d heard me. Then, softly, possibly, he spoke.

“Then burn it, Matt.”

My breath hitched. Her eyes fluttered open, glowing faint silver. She looked straight into my eyes. Not at me into me.

Her voice was layered, part her, part something older.
“They’ll come for us,” she whispered. “The balance is shifting. The Bloodflame rises.”

Before I could answer, her body went still again. But the mark on her wrist pulsed brighter.

And far beyond our borders, a horn blew deep and low.

Later that night, Paul found me standing at the edge of the pack’s eastern ridge, the wind howling through the valley.

“You haven’t slept,” he said quietly.

“I can’t.”

“TheCouncill stays quiet. They’ll demand she be contained.”

“I know.”

He hesitated. “If what the prophecy says is true… ruin could mean you.”

I laughed bitterly. “Then maybe that’s what I deserve.”

Paul’s expression darkened. “You think this is your punishment?”

“I think the universe likes irony,” I muttered. “I spent years building power, order, control… and now it all unravels because of love.”

Paul stepped closer. “Or maybe it unravels because of destiny. You’ve always fought what’s written. Maybe this time, you can’t.”

I looked up at the sky that same split of blood and silver. “If fate demands my ruin,” I said softly, “then I’ll drag destiny down with me before it touches her.”

A growl rumbled from the shadows. Paul’s head snapped up, his wolf flaring.

We both turned toward the treeline and saw movement.

Dozens of eyes gleamed in the darkness. Scouts. Enemy scouts.

Paul cursed under his breath. “They’re here already.”

The wind shifted, carrying a distant sound of drums. War drums.

I bared my teeth, my wolf roaring awake inside me. “Let them come.”

Lightning tore across the blood-silver sky. The ground shook as the first wave of thunder rolled through the valley. And in that storm, in that chaos, I felt it, Hellen’s power, pulsing faintly through the bond.

She was awake. Watching. Waiting.

The storm wasn’t coming.
It had already begun.