Chapter 15 Bloodmoon Vision
Tiara’s body jolted upright, sweat dripping down her temples, lungs burning. The vision clawed at her mind, vivid and unrelenting. Two Alpha wolves, massive, silver-furred, eyes blazing like molten silver fought beneath a blood-red moon. One moved with precision, control, and power—it was Damien. The other… the wolf mirrored her movements perfectly, her heart, her rage, her unyielding fire. That’s me.
Her claws dug into the floor instinctively as she gasped. “No… no… this can’t be real,” she whispered, voice trembling, trembling not from fear but from the raw surge of something primal inside her. Her wolf screamed silently, thrashing against its cage, demanding release.
“Tiara…” Damien’s voice, low and cautious, broke the spell. She whipped her head toward him, silver eyes wild. He was leaning against the doorway, jaw tight, shadow flaring around him like a storm. His chest heaved, and she could feel the pulse of his heartbeat through the bond, pounding with confusion, concern, and an unspoken desire that made her skin tingle.
“What… what did you see?” he asked, stepping closer, but hesitant, as if approaching a wildfire.
“I… I saw us,” Tiara admitted, voice trembling. “You… me… fighting. Under a blood moon. And… the Moon Goddess said something. Something about a crown… and that it’s mine.” Her fingers trembled as she tried to steady herself.
Damien froze. His shadow twitched, restless, protective, and something else—curiosity, awe, disbelief. “The crown… mine?” His voice was low, edged with an emotion Tiara couldn’t place. He took a step closer, heat radiating from him, making her pulse spike. “Tiara… what does that mean?”
Before she could answer, a sharp wind whipped through the cabin. The silver light of the moon filtered through the window, and Tiara’s wolf stirred violently. It coiled and uncoiled like a living flame, reacting to her fear, her excitement, her destiny. She clutched her head, mind spinning. The crown… my crown… my power…
“Enough visions for one night,” a stern voice cut through the tension. Elder Rowan emerged from the shadows, eyes narrowing as he assessed her trembling form. “It is time you learn to control what stirs within you. Your wolf is no longer just reactive—it is potent. Dominant. Alpha-born.”
Tiara’s breath hitched. “I… I don’t know if I’m ready.”
“You are ready because there is no other choice,” Rowan said, voice firm, commanding. “The pack… your destiny… it all depends on you mastering your Alpha power before the blood moon rises fully. Fail, and it will not just be your life at stake.” His gaze pierced her, unwavering. “The crown is not his to sacrifice. It is yours to claim. And Damien…” He paused, voice dropping to a warning. “He may not understand what he is about to face.”
Damien’s jaw clenched. He remained in the doorway, silent, but his wolf pulsed beneath him, reacting to Rowan’s words and the surge of Tiara’s aura. The tension between them tightened, a coil of unspoken emotions and undeniable heat.
Rowan guided her to the clearing outside, the moon bleeding through the clouds above, illuminating every blade of grass like silver fire. Tiara’s hands trembled, but determination hardened in her chest. She had to learn. She would learn.
“Focus,” Rowan instructed, his eyes narrowing. “Feel the wolf. Not as a pet, not as a beast but as an extension of your own spirit. Command it. Control it. Let it obey your mind, your instincts.”
Tiara nodded, inhaling sharply. She closed her eyes, feeling the surge of power that had frightened her moments ago. It pulsed through her veins like molten silver, hot and intoxicating. She let it rise, let it flow, and whispered the first command. “Come.”
Nothing happened. Her heart sank. She clenched her fists tighter. “Come!” she barked again, more firmly. The wind stirred, leaves rustled, but still nothing.
Damien shifted behind her, eyes narrow, shadow bristling. “Patience,” he murmured, though his tone betrayed tension. “You are stronger than you think… stronger than I expected.”
Tiara swallowed, anger flaring into determination. Her wolf pulsed beneath her skin, silver light flickering. She stepped forward, hand extended, commanding not with words, but with her will. Obey me.
And then, with a shiver that ran down her spine, she felt it, the pulse of another wolf. Shadow. Damien’s wolf. Shadow lowered his head slightly, ears flattening, body stiff, but submissive. He obeyed.
Tiara’s eyes flew open. “What… what did I just”
Damien froze, stunned, heat flooding him. “You… you commanded my wolf,” he whispered, disbelief cutting through the night air. His voice was rough with suppressed emotion, throat tight, shadow flickering with both awe and alarm.
“Yes,” Tiara breathed, silver aura swirling around her, wolf coiling and uncoiling inside her. “I… I didn’t mean to but he obeyed. He… he obeyed me.”
Rowan’s lips pressed into a thin line, impressed but wary. “That’s exactly what I meant by Alpha dominance. You are not just strong—you are commanding. And if you can command Damien’s wolf… you can command the pack. But this is dangerous. The bond between you and him… it is volatile. One wrong move, and either could suffer.”
Damien took a step closer, eyes smoldering. “You’re not just my mate,” he said, voice low and intense, “you’re… more than I expected. I thought I knew the strength I could face but this… this is something else.” His wolf, still obedient yet tense, circled his legs, reflecting the battle between control and desire.
Tiara felt heat pooling in her chest, racing through her veins alongside the silver fire of her wolf. The tension between them was electric, drawn taut with unspoken words, forbidden desire, and the looming prophecy. She clenched her fists, trying to focus on the training, on control, on survival.
But Damien stepped closer, so close that the heat of his body pressed against hers, shadow intertwining with her aura, pulsing in rhythm with the silver fire within. “Tiara,” he whispered, voice low, rough with need and disbelief, “this bond… this power… I can feel you. Every part of you. And it terrifies me.”
Tiara’s breath caught. Her wolf coiled around her, pulsing, whispering in silver fire. It’s time…
She nodded, swallowing the fire in her throat. “I… I have to learn. I have to control it. For the pack… for us… for everything.”
Rowan’s gaze softened slightly. “Good. That fire is your strength. Never fear it. Let it guide you, and it will protect you. And Damien… you must learn to trust her power, or the consequences will be catastrophic.”
Damien’s jaw tightened. His wolf lingered near her, obedient but watchful. “I trust you, Tiara… as long as you survive this,” he murmured, almost to himself, voice threaded with awe and fear, both for her and for the bond that pulsed between them.
Tiara inhaled sharply, silver eyes gleaming. Every nerve in her body sang with the awareness of what was to come. The blood moon was approaching, the NightFang Pack waited, and the prophecy loomed, hers to fulfill, hers to claim.
Her wolf whispered again, louder, urgent, silver fire licking her skin: Awaken.
She lifted her chin, heart pounding, determination etched into every line of her body. The fire, the power, the destiny, it was hers to seize. And nothing, not even Damien’s hesitation or the council’s rules, would stop her from claiming what was rightfully hers.
And then… the unthinkable happened. She raised her hand, focusing her will entirely on Damien’s wolf once more, and it obeyed, moving to her side, head lowered in submission. A shiver ran down her spine, half exhilaration, half fear.
Tiara’s lips parted, silver eyes glowing in the moonlight. “I… I think… I’m ready.”
Damien’s voice, low, rough, and charged with emotion
, cut through the night: “Ready… or not… you will be unstoppable.”
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