Chapter 93 just mysterious
The night was calm, the soft glow of the moon filtering through the curtains. Elias and Lena had finally settled, their tiny breaths warm against my skin. Idris hadn’t moved from my side, his protective presence grounding me even as exhaustion pulled at my limbs.
But then, something changed.
A shift in the air—subtle, but undeniable.
Lena stirred first. A soft whimper escaped her lips, and then her tiny body tensed. Idris sat up immediately, his instincts on high alert.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, his golden eyes dark with concern.
Before I could answer, a strange warmth spread through my arms, as if Lena’s small body radiated heat. Her whimper turned into a soft, almost melodic hum—like a sound I’d never heard before, ancient and unfamiliar.
Then Elias reacted. His tiny hand clenched into a fist, and the moment his skin touched Lena’s, a faint glow shimmered between them.
I sucked in a breath. “Idris—”
“I see it,” he murmured, his voice tight.
Zara and Orion, who had been dozing on the couch, jolted awake.
“What the hell was that?” Orion muttered, rubbing his eyes.
Zara moved closer, her brows furrowed. “Are they—are they glowing?”
It wasn’t bright, not yet, but it was there—a faint silver sheen pulsing just beneath their skin, flickering like embers catching fire.
Idris reached out, his hand hovering over Elias’s tiny form. “This… this isn’t normal.” His voice held a sharp edge—fear, awe, confusion all mixed into one.
Lena let out a tiny sigh, and for a brief second, I could swear the room hummed in response. A vibration, something primal, something that sent shivers down my spine.
“What’s happening to them?” I whispered.
No one had an answer.
But deep down, I knew—our children were different.
And whatever this was, it was only the beginning.
The faint silver glow flickered beneath Elias and Lena’s skin, pulsing in time with their tiny breaths. My heart pounded as I watched, barely daring to move.
Idris’s muscles tensed beside me. “This isn’t possible,” he muttered.
Lena’s glow pulsed brighter for a split second before fading, and Elias’s little hand twitched in response. It was as if they were connected by something more than just their twin bond—something powerful, something ancient.
“They’re newborns,” Zara whispered, eyes wide. “How can they already be showing signs of… whatever this is?”
Idris’s jaw tightened. He was trying to stay calm, to keep his Alpha composure, but I could feel the unease rolling off him in waves.
Orion stepped closer, his usual smirk nowhere to be found. “I’ve heard of this before,” he said carefully.
My breath hitched. “You have?”
He nodded, expression grim. “Not exactly like this, but—there are stories. Legends of wolves born under a rare celestial event, wolves who carry something more than just the strength of the pack.”
Zara scoffed. “You mean like some kind of blessing?”
Orion’s gaze darkened. “Or a curse.”
The air in the room grew heavier.
Idris exhaled sharply. “That’s ridiculous. They’re just pups.” His voice was firm, but I knew him too well—I could hear the doubt laced beneath it.
I looked down at my babies, my chest tightening. Could Orion be right? Was this a gift… or something dangerous?
Before anyone could say more, Lena suddenly gasped, her tiny body jerking slightly. My heart stopped.
A sharp, invisible force rippled through the room.
The bedside lamp flickered. The curtains trembled. The air crackled like a storm was brewing inside the room.
Then—just as quickly as it started—it was over.
Silence.
Lena relaxed in my arms, her little face peaceful once more. Elias remained asleep, his tiny fist still curled against my chest.
I looked up at Idris, my voice barely above a whisper. “What the hell was that?”
No one had an answer.
But Idris’s eyes burned gold, and I knew he was thinking the same thing I was.
Our children weren’t just different.
They were powerful.
And whatever they were… the world wasn’t ready for them.
The room was thick with tension, the silence pressing down on us like a heavy weight. My arms tightened instinctively around Elias and Lena, my heart pounding in my chest.
Idris ran a hand through his hair, his golden eyes still locked on our children. “This isn’t normal.” His voice was low, but there was no mistaking the edge of fear in it.
I swallowed hard. “Then what is it?”
Before he could answer, Zara shifted uneasily. “I don’t know about you guys, but I really don’t like when babies make the air move.”
Orion let out a slow breath, his usual smirk nowhere to be found. “There’s something ancient about this. If they were born under a rare celestial event—”
Idris’s head snapped up. “They weren’t.”
Orion gave him a pointed look. “Are you sure?”
I blinked, my mind racing. Their birth had come earlier than expected… but when exactly?
A sudden chill washed over me. “The Blood Moon.” My voice was barely above a whisper.
Zara frowned. “Wait—you mean the one that happened two nights ago?”
Idris stiffened beside me. “No.” His voice was tight. “Not just any Blood Moon. The Eclipse.”
The words sent a shiver through me. I remembered that night—the sky bathed in deep crimson, the eerie stillness that had settled over the pack.
Elias stirred against my chest, letting out a tiny sigh. Lena remained peaceful, but there was something about her now, an energy humming just beneath the surface.
Orion let out a low curse. “Then we might have a serious problem.”
I turned to him sharply. “Why?”
He exhaled. “Because wolves born under an Eclipse aren’t just rare. They’re… unnatural.”
Zara shot him a glare. “Seriously? That’s what you’re going with? Unnatural?”
Orion’s expression was grim. “Call it what you want, but history says wolves born under an Eclipse either become the strongest of their kind—” He hesitated. “—or they bring destruction.”
A cold dread settled in my stomach.
Idris’s jaw clenched, his body going rigid beside me. “I won’t let that happen.” His voice was a vow, absolute and unwavering.
I met his gaze, my throat tightening. “Neither will I.”
Zara crossed her arms. “Okay, but let’s focus on what this actually means. Are they some kind of Chosen Ones, or are we talking end-of-the-world level bad?”
Orion shook his head. “I don’t know. The old records are vague. But if they really were born under the Eclipse… someone out there will know.”
The meaning behind his words hit me like a punch to the gut.
If we didn’t find out what was happening with our children… someone else would.
And there was no telling who might come looking for them.
Idris exhaled slowly, his grip on my waist tightening. “Then we find the answers first.” His golden eyes darkened with determination. “Before it’s too late.”
I nodded, holding Elias and Lena close.
No matter what it took, no matter what dangers lay ahead—I would protect my children.
Even if it meant going to war.