Chapter 167 THE CHILD THE MOON FEARED
The night Amanda’s daughter was born, the moon did not shine.
Clouds swallowed the sky.
The wind howled like something alive.
Inside the Luna Chamber, the baby slept peacefully in Amanda’s arms, her golden eyes glowing faintly even in sleep.
Amanda watched her daughter silently.
There was joy in her heart.
But beneath it…
Unease.
Andrew stood beside her.
“She’s beautiful,” he said softly.
Amanda nodded.
“Yes,” she replied.
But her voice was not fully calm.
Andrew noticed it.
“You feel it too, don’t you?” he asked quietly.
Amanda looked at her child again.
“I feel something I’ve never felt before,” she said.
Ethan stood near the door, his Alpha aura tense.
“This child is not ordinary,” he said bluntly.
Amanda did not argue.
She knew.
The moment her daughter was born, the fragments inside her had stirred.
Not violently.
Not rebelliously.
But fearfully.
That had never happened before.
Suddenly, the baby opened her eyes.
Golden light flooded the chamber.
The walls trembled.
Outside the fortress, wolves howled in panic.
Amanda tightened her hold on the child.
“Easy… it’s okay,” she whispered.
But the baby did not cry.
She smiled.
And the sky above the fortress cracked.
Andrew’s eyes widened.
“That’s impossible,” he whispered.
Ethan stepped forward instantly.
“Everyone out!” he ordered the guards.
The chamber doors slammed shut.
The golden light intensified.
Amanda felt a sharp pain in her chest.
Not from the fragments.
From something deeper.
A voice echoed in her mind.
Not the Hollow.Not the Origin.
Something older.
Something that did not belong to the moon.
She is not yours alone.
Amanda’s breath stopped.
“Who are you?” she whispered.
The baby’s golden eyes glowed brighter.
Her tiny hand lifted slowly.
And when her fingers moved…
The air split.
A black shadow appeared in front of her.
Andrew stepped back in shock.
Ethan’s claws emerged instantly.
Amanda’s heart pounded violently.
The voice spoke again:
The Daughter of the Lost Luna has awakened.
And the world will kneel.
The sky widened.
Darkness poured out.
And from the shadows…
Something began to step through
A figure emerged from the sky
Not a wolf.
Not a human.
Not a fragment.It looked at Amanda’s child.
Then it bowed.“My queen,” it said softly.
Amanda froze.Andrew’s blood ran cold.
Ethan growled.
And the baby…laughed.
The chamber was silent.
Not the peaceful kind of silence.
It was the kind that pressed against the chest and made breathing difficult.
Amanda stood frozen, her arms wrapped tightly around her daughter. The baby’s golden eyes glowed softly, illuminating the room with an unnatural light. The air felt heavy, as if the world itself was holding its breath.
The figure that had emerged from the裂 stood before them.
Tall. Calm. Ancient.
Its presence did not feel like a wolf.
It did not feel like a human.
It felt like something older than both.
“My queen,” the figure said again, lowering its head respectfully toward the child.
Amanda’s heart slammed violently in her chest.
Andrew took a step forward, his voice shaking.
“Who are you?”
The figure slowly lifted its head. Its eyes were not red, not silver, not gold.
They were empty.
Like a sky without stars.
“I am a messenger,” it said softly. “And a servant of the forgotten throne.”
Ethan’s claws extended, his Alpha aura rising instantly.
“There is no forgotten throne,” he said coldly. “You will explain yourself now.”
The figure turned its gaze toward Ethan.
For a moment, the room felt colder.
“You are the Alpha,” it said. “But this child is not bound by your laws, your packs, or your moon.”
Amanda tightened her hold on her daughter.
Her voice was calm, but her heart was not.
“She is my child.”
The figure looked at Amanda slowly.
“Yes,” it said. “And she is also something else.”
The baby laughed softly.
Not like a normal baby.
Not innocent.
Not careless.
Her laughter echoed through the chamber, and the walls trembled again.
Andrew moved closer to Amanda.
“This is wrong,” he whispered. “Babies do not do this.”
Amanda did not answer.
She was staring at her daughter.
For a moment, she did not see a baby.
She saw power.
She saw destiny.
She saw danger.
The messenger spoke again.
“The moon gave birth to the Lost Luna,” it said.
Amanda’s eyes darkened.
“The Lost Luna gave birth to the child the moon feared.”
Silence fell.
Ethan’s jaw tightened.
Andrew felt his blood run cold.
Amanda felt something inside her crack.
Fear.
Not for herself.
For her child.
“What do you mean?” Amanda asked quietly.
The messenger stepped closer.
Andrew moved instantly, placing himself between the figure and Amanda.
“Do not come closer,” he warned.
The messenger stopped.
Its voice remained calm.
“The child was not created by the moon alone,” it said.
Amanda’s breath stopped.
“What?” Andrew whispered.
Ethan’s eyes widened slightly.
The messenger looked at the baby again.
“There was another power present at her birth,” it said.
Amanda felt her fingers tremble.
“What power?” she asked.
The messenger’s voice dropped lower.
“Something that existed before the moon.”
The baby’s golden eyes brightened.
Amanda felt a sudden sharp pain in her chest.
She staggered slightly.
Andrew caught her.
“Amanda,” he whispered. “What’s happening?”
Amanda shook her head slowly.
“I don’t know,” she said.
But she did know.
Deep inside, she felt it.
Her fragments were silent.
Not because they were calm.
But because they were afraid.
The messenger continued.
“This child does not belong fully to the moon,” it said.
“She belongs to the beginning.”
Amanda stared at her daughter.
Her lips parted slightly.
“The beginning of what?” she whispered.
The baby suddenly stopped laughing.
Her expression changed.
Her golden eyes turned toward Amanda.
For a moment, Amanda felt like she was not looking at a baby.
She felt like she was being watched.
Then the baby spoke.
Her voice was not the voice of a child.
It was clear.
Calm.
Ancient.
“Mother,” she said.
The world stopped.
Andrew felt his heart nearly stop.
Ethan froze.
Amanda’s body trembled violently.
Babies did not speak.
Not like this.
Not with such clarity.
Not with such understanding.
Amanda stared at her daughter, her eyes filling with tears.
“My child…” she whispered.
The baby smiled gently.
But her smile was not innocent.
“I have been waiting,” the child said softly.
The room shook violently.
Outside the fortress, wolves screamed.
The sky cracked open again.
The messenger dropped to one knee.
“Welcome back,” it said.
Amanda’s heart shattered.
Back?
Back from where?
Her mind raced.
Her breath became uneven.
Andrew grabbed her shoulders.
“Amanda,” he said urgently. “This is not normal.”
The baby turned her golden gaze toward Andrew.
For a moment, Andrew felt something press against his mind.
Memories flashed before his eyes.
Not his memories.
Worlds burning.
Moons falling.
Stars dying.
He staggered back, gasping.
Ethan caught him instantly.
“What did you do?” Ethan growled at the child.
The baby looked at Ethan.
Her expression was calm.
“I only showed him the truth,” she said.
Amanda felt her knees weaken.
“What truth?” she whispered.
The baby looked back at Amanda.
Her voice was soft.
But it carried weight.
“I am not just your daughter,” she said.
Silence swallowed the chamber.
“I am what was lost before the moon existed.”
Amanda felt tears fall from her eyes.
Her hands tightened around the child.
Her voice broke.
“Who are you?” she whispered.
The baby looked at her.
Her golden eyes shone like a rising sun.
“I am the beginning,” she said.
“And I have returned.”
The sky above the fortress shattered completely.
Darkness poured into the world.
The messenger bowed deeply.
Ethan felt his Alpha aura tremble.
Andrew felt fear he had never known.
Amanda stared at her child.
Her heart torn between love and terror.
Because in that moment, she understood something terrifying.
She did not give birth to a normal child.
She gave birth to something the universe had been waiting for.
And whatever her daughter truly was…
It was far more dangerous than the Lost Luna had ever been.