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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

The howl sent a chill down Lyria's spine. Wolves around the camp froze, ears twitching, muscles tensing. Then, all at once, the pack moved. Weapons were grabbed. Armor was strapped on. The quiet hum of preparation turned into a storm of motion.

Elias was on his feet in seconds, his body tense, eyes scanning the trees.

"Stay close to me," he told Lyria, voice sharp.

She nodded, her heart slamming against her ribs.

Another howl. Closer. This one was different—cut short, like something had silenced it.

Lyria flinched. Elias didn't hesitate. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the shadows of the trees, moving fast, staying low.

Wolves shifted mid-stride, tearing out of their clothes, their bodies stretching, breaking, reforming into massive beasts. Claws and fangs glinted under the moonlight.

They moved in formation, dressed in dark armor, carrying weapons that gleamed with silver. But Lyria saw something else.

He saw it too. His jaw clenched. "Damn it."

A hunter lunged out of the shadows, swinging a blade straight for Elias's throat.

Elias ducked, twisted, and slammed his fist into the man's ribs. The crack echoed through the trees.

The hunter staggered. Elias didn't give him a second chance. He shifted in a blur of motion—his body stretching, dark fur rippling over his skin. His claws sank into the man's chest.

And she was right in the middle of it.

Lyria backed away from the chaos, her breath coming fast. She wasn't a fighter. She had no weapons, no claws, nothing.

A hunter spotted her. His eyes locked onto her like a predator spotting weak prey.

The wolf snarled, lunging, but the hunter was fast. Too fast. He dodged the attack and drove his blade straight into the wolf's side.

The wolf let out a strangled yelp and collapsed.

The hunter yanked the blade free, turning to her again. But before he could move, something massive crashed into him.

His claws tore into the man's chest, sending him flying. He didn't get back up.

Elias shifted back, blood dripping from his hands. He barely looked at the dead hunter—his attention was on the fallen wolf.

Elias dropped to his knees beside her. "Maren, stay with me," he growled.

She was breathing, but barely. The wound in her side was deep. Too deep.

Lyria saw something on the blade the hunter had used. A dark, oily substance.

Her chest tightened. "Elias… it's the same stuff. The same thing they used before."

Elias's hands clenched into fists. His whole body shook with rage.

The wolves were strong. Fast. Nearly impossible to kill.

Lyria met Elias's eyes. "We have to stop them before more get hurt."

And she knew—this fight had just begun.

chapter 12:The first strike