Revenge of Flame Luna

Lulu

My steps felt light that afternoon.

The air inside the pack house was thick with the scent of damp pine and the distant howls of wolves sparring in the training field. I usually hated walking through the main corridor alone—too many memories lingered there—but today felt different.

In my hand, I carried a white envelope sealed with the hospital’s emblem.

Inside it was the ultrasound result I had prayed for over the past five years of our marriage.

Five long years waiting for a miracle. Five years enough, my prayers finally answered.

I smiled faintly as I stopped before Scott’s office door. The polished brown wood seemed to reflect the warmth of all the happiness I had tucked away in my chest. I could already picture his face—the way his eyes would light up when he heard the news.

Maybe tonight he would hold me longer than usual. He would smile at me like he used to, back when we vowed beneath the full moon to be one.

But before my fingers could knock, a voice—soft and all too familiar—drifted from behind the door.

A woman’s voice. Leia.

I froze, sharpened my hearing.

“...are you sure your Luna doesn’t know about us?” Her tone was teasing, light as a breeze, yet it sliced through me like a blade.

Scott’s voice followed, calm and deep as always. “Relax. I’m quite good at keeping secrets from her.”

My heart stuttered. The air felt thinner, harder to breathe.

Leia laughed softly. “You said you loved her, yet you still come to me every night.”

Scott let out a low chuckle. “I never loved her. Lulu’s just… comfortable. She’s too kind, too tame.”

I bit my lip until I tasted blood. Those words shattered my little world in one cruel blow.

“And me?” Leia’s voice softened.

“You’re the only one who makes me feel alive,” Scott murmured. “Once the time is right, I’ll get rid of her. But for now… I still need something from her.”

Their moaning. Then the faint rustle of fabric. A sound I didn’t need to imagine.

I stumbled back two steps, my knees giving out. The envelope slipped from my hand, its contents spilling onto the marble floor. A grey image stared up at me—the tiny outline of a child growing inside me.

My chest ached. A pain so sharp I could barely breathe.

In my head, Pyrrha—my wolf—snarled with fury.

\[Let me out. Let’s burn them both. Now!\]

I shut my eyes, forcing air into my lungs. “No… not now.”

Tears blurred my vision as I turned and ran, out of the corridor, out of the house, into the dying light of dusk.

The sky had turned orange, glowing like the wound tearing open inside me.

When my feet hit the damp forest soil, my body trembled. Heat rippled under my skin—painful, searing, yet somehow liberating.

I let it consume me.

In seconds, the world around me flared into light. Flames danced across my fur, painting the trees in hues of gold and ember. Pyrrha’s roar thundered through my soul, echoing my heartbreak and rage.

I ran until the trees parted, until I reached the edge of the lake. The water mirrored my fire—two opposites coexisting without destroying one another. I stared at that reflection, my body shaking.

“Why, Alpha Scott…” My voice cracked. “I never stopped loving you.”

Pyrrha’s voice came again, gentler now.

\[Because love doesn’t always save you, Lulu. Sometimes, it burns you alive.\]

I stood there, silent. Her words struck deeper than the pain itself.

In the reflection, I saw myself—a wolf of fire, glowing yet fragile, half-consumed by her own devotion.