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A bond forbidden. A love destined by fate. A war that could tear them apart.

Elias, a fierce and battle-hardened warrior, has spent his life protecting his pack from the threats lurking in the shadows. But when he crosses paths with Lyria—a woman unlike any he’s ever known—his world begins to unravel. She is human, yet there is something otherworldly about her, something that calls to the beast within him.

Lyria has spent years running from a past she barely understands. Haunted by memories of a life she cannot fully recall, she is drawn to Elias in ways she cannot explain. But their growing connection places them both in danger. Ruthless hunters, ancient magic, and enemies long thought dead rise against them, threatening not only their love but the fragile balance between wolves and humans.

As secrets unravel and destiny takes hold, Elias and Lyria must fight against fate itself. In a world where love is a weakness and betrayal lurks in every shadow, will their devotion be strong enough to defy the forces determined to tear them apart?

moon's devotion

Lyria's stomach twisted. The wolves around her howled, their voices raw with fury. The Alpha had spoken. War was coming.

Elias grabbed her wrist, pulling her close. His touch was warm, steady, but his golden eyes burned with something darker.

"You saw this yourself?" His voice was low, urgent.

She nodded. "I watched a wolf turn on his own pack. The hunters are using something new, something worse than silver."

Elias cursed under his breath. Around them, the pack was already moving—wolves shifting, warriors sharpening weapons. The air smelled of fur, sweat, and fear.

"She could be lying," he said, eyes cold. "For all we know, she's working with them."

Lyria felt the weight of his words settle over her like a noose.

Elias moved before she could even react. One second, he was standing beside her—calm, controlled. The next, he had Calder pinned against a tree, hand wrapped around his throat.

"You question me, fine," Elias growled. "But question her again, and I'll rip your throat out."

Calder bared his teeth but didn't fight back. He wasn't stupid.

Elias let go and stepped back. "We don't have time for this. The hunters are coming, and we need to be ready."

The Alpha watched them both, his face unreadable. Then he nodded. "Elias is right. We move before they do." His sharp gaze landed on Lyria. "And you. You stay with him. If you're lying, you won't live long enough to regret it."

She wasn't lying. But that didn't mean she'd survive what was coming.

The camp was alive with movement. Wolves sharpening blades, gathering supplies, whispering about what was coming.

Lyria sat near the fire, rubbing her arms. The night was cold, but that wasn't why she was shaking.

She felt Elias before she saw him. He moved like a shadow, silent, powerful. He dropped a thick cloak over her shoulders.

She glanced up at him. "I'm terrified."

Elias sat beside her, close enough that she felt his warmth. "Good. Fear keeps you alive."

She let out a short laugh. "Not exactly comforting."

He didn't smile. "I won't let them hurt you, Lyria."

Something about the way he said her name sent a shiver down her spine.

She turned to him, searching his face. "Why do you care?"

For a moment, he didn't answer. The firelight flickered in his golden eyes, making them look almost molten. Then he reached out, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face.

"Because you're mine," he said. "And I don't let go of what's mine."

Her breath caught. The world around them faded—the wolves, the fire, the war waiting in the dark. There was only Elias, only the quiet promise in his eyes.

Lyria didn't know if she could trust him. But right now, she wanted to.

chapter 11:The Alpha's command