Chapter 180: Return to Sacred Moon – And Even More Dragons!

When the group finally landed on Sacred Moon soil, their shadows glided over stones worn smooth by the wind. The territory still bore the marks of recent upheaval, but not a single piece of debris remained. The titanic clash between Lya and Liguen was already part of the past. The ground had been cleared, structures secured, and wounds tended.

And right at the heart of this restored landscape, Malick, true to his reputation as the stoic Gamma, was supervising the reconstruction plans with military precision. He looked up, nodded once, and went back to his layout. For him, order reigned as long as everyone stayed in their place.

But Lya, Soraya, and Lina didn’t even have time to fully shift back to human form before something deep inside them flared.

Their pupils narrowed. Their breaths caught.

Dragons. More dragons are here.

Not hostile. Not hiding.

Present. Alive.

Lya straightened slowly, her heart pounding in her chest like an ancient drum.

They didn’t fly in. They came on foot. One after the other. Not like conquerors—but like those finally coming home.

And the moment they saw their princess, they bowed. Some even touched their foreheads to the ground. There was no forced submission, no need to prove anything. Only the emotion of a people reunited at last.

Asharyn, the pearl-scaled dragoness, stepped forward with the calm, calculated grace of a builder. Her expert eyes scanned the structures of the camp like she was already planning improvements.

Myrria, dressed in a long robe shimmering with amber and opal tones, gave Lya a curious, sincere smile.

Kaelis, the young midnight-blue dragon, was the last to arrive—walking fluidly, a sketchbook tucked under one arm. His eyes lit up the second he saw Lya, like he was reuniting with his eternal muse.

But it was Rhogar and Théon who drew the most attention.

Rhogar, the towering warrior with dark scales veined in red, didn’t speak to Soraya right away. But his eyes followed her with unsettling intensity.

And Lina, just a step behind her mother, absolutely noticed.

Théon moved with calm nobility. His silver scales gleamed like armor forged under starlight. A former leader of the dragon rebels who fought against Liguen’s tyranny, he had nothing left to prove. And yet, he bowed to Lya with deep respect, his voice carrying the weight of a thunderstorm finally at peace.

“Princess,” he said simply. “We’re yours.”

Around them, the members of Sacred Moon watched in silence—no fear, no hostility.

Since Lya's arrival, they’d learned to understand dragons… and to respect them.

Some even smiled with relief. Others touched their chests in salute.

Drake, of course, stood slightly off to the side, arms crossed and grinning from ear to ear.

“Seven dragons, holy shit…” he muttered, mostly to himself. “We’re gonna have to redo the whole damn chain of command. And I love it.”

And despite the sarcasm, there was real sincerity in his eyes. The pack had grown—not just in numbers, but in depth. In strength. In legacy.

And Caleb said nothing. But his gaze spoke volumes.

He welcomed them. He acknowledged them.

And soon… he’d speak to Lya.

Because as proud as he was, and as much as this moment meant—Sacred Moon still had its rules.

And here, even dragons would have to swear allegiance.

But for now, he just squeezed Lya’s hand a little tighter, let Loric marvel at the sky, and quietly took it all in.

The dragons were back.

And Sacred Moon would never be the same again.

Caleb had quietly led them away from the noise of Sacred Moon. Away from the still-settling dragons, the wolves hustling to finish repairs, and all the curious eyes. He needed a moment of calm. Just for them.

Lya, Loric, and himself.

They walked in silence for a bit, passing through a forested stretch of territory. The rustling of wind in the leaves, distant birdsong, and the soft patter of Loric’s steps over moss brought a sense of peace that was long overdue.

When they finally stopped, Caleb took a deep breath.

“Babe… I know how much it means to you, getting some of your people back. And I’m happy for you. Really.”

He gently took her hand in his, eyes locked on hers.

“But you know as well as I do—wolf packs have rules. Traditions. And Sacred Moon, being a royal pack, doesn’t get to skip those.”

Lya didn’t react with anger. She looked at him for a moment, then down at Loric, who was playing with a twig between their feet. She ran a hand through his curls, absentmindedly, as if the contact helped her think.

“You want them to swear an oath?” she asked, voice calm.

“Not just to me,” Caleb said honestly. “To both of us. You’re my mate, Lya. My Luna. Our strength is shared. So is our authority.”

A silence stretched between them. Then Lya looked back up at him, a faint, amused smile playing at her lips.

“And you’re wondering if they’ll accept that?”

Caleb nodded. He wasn’t afraid. He believed in her. But he knew dragons. Proud. Free. Unyielding for centuries.

“You don’t need to worry,” she said softly. “They’ll swear it. No hesitation. Dragons aren’t like those stuffy lycan councilors stuck up their own asses.”

Caleb laughed, the tension cracking just a bit. She always knew how to cut through the drama at the right moment.

“And besides,” Lya continued, glancing toward the horizon, “they’re gonna bring so much to us.”

She leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder, while Loric nestled between their legs, worn out from his little adventure.

“Asharyn’s an engineer. Brilliant, precise. She’s already talking about boosting our magical defense systems with draconic networks. Rhogar and Théon? They’re pillars. One’s a hardened warrior, the other a born resistance leader. Kaelis is an artist. He sees what others miss—and that’s rare. But most of all…”

She looked down at her belly, still flat, and laid a hand over it with infinite gentleness.

“Myrria. She’s a top-tier scientist. Works with mutations, inherited magic… bloodline evolution. If anyone can help us understand what our child might become—it’s her.”

Silence returned, but it was warm now. Filled with love, and something bigger.

Caleb looked down at her, then at her hand on her belly. He covered it with his own, protective, reassuring, full of love.

“Then we’re gonna build something big. Together. Wolves, dragons, and our future little miracle.”

Loric yawned and curled up against his mom.

Lya, her eyes glowing with soft light, whispered:

“Sacred Moon is ready. And so are we.”

And there, in that quiet corner of the land, far from the noise, the Dragon Queen and the Wolf King sealed a new promise. Not with vows or declarations.

But with trust.