The Shadow That Hunts

The Rise of the Moon's Chosen

Chapter 2: The Shadow That Hunts

The Blood Wolf Pack was reborn.

For the first time since Alpha Mongo's death, hope filled the eyes of the pack members. Their new Alpha, Marcos, was unlike any leader before him. He was not just a werewolf—he was a Lycan, a creature whispered about only in legends.

But not everyone celebrated.

As the pack howled in unity under the moonlight, a pair of red eyes watched from the darkness beyond the arena. Bernard's father, Alpha Hadrian, had seen everything.

He clenched his fists, his sharp claws digging into his palms. "A Lycan? Impossible." He growled, his mind racing.

Marcos was supposed to be weak, unworthy of the Alpha title. But now, he had become something far more dangerous. Something that could threaten Hadrian's rule.

He turned away from the celebration. This wasn't over.

The Dark Blood Pack would not stand idly by.

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A New Alpha's Struggle

The following days were filled with ceremonies. The pack welcomed Marcos as their rightful Alpha, but not everyone trusted him yet.

Some saw his Lycan transformation as a blessing. Others, especially the older wolves, saw it as a curse. "No one has seen a Lycan in centuries," they whispered. "Is he even one of us anymore?"

Marcos heard their doubts, but he didn't care. He had a greater mission:

To protect the Lunar.

Since his father's death, the Lunar had remained hidden. The Wolf Council believed it was still within the pack's territory, but they had no idea where. If Hadrian attacked again, the Blood Wolf Pack wouldn't just lose their Alpha. They would lose their most sacred treasure.

Marcos needed to act before it was too late.

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A Warning in the Dark

One night, as Marcos stood at the peak of the Blood Wolf Pack's mountain, staring at the glowing full moon, a rustling sound came from behind.

He turned sharply, his golden eyes narrowing.

A dark figure stepped out of the shadows. An old, hooded werewolf with scars running down his face. His scent was unfamiliar, yet something about him felt… ancient.

Marcos tensed. "Who are you?"

The old wolf lowered his hood, revealing piercing silver eyes. "A messenger."

Marcos' claws extended instinctively. "What do you want?"

The messenger took a step closer. "To warn you. The Dark Blood Pack is planning something far worse than another attack."

Marcos frowned. "What do you mean?"

The old wolf's voice dropped to a whisper. "The Lunar is not safe. Hadrian is looking for it… and if he finds it before you do, everything your father died protecting will be lost."

Marcos' blood ran cold.

He had to find the Lunar. And fast.

But before he could ask another question, the messenger disappeared into the shadows, leaving behind only a single warning:

"The Dark Blood Pack is closer than you think."

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The Blood Moon Approaches

Marcos wasted no time.

The next morning, he gathered his most trusted warriors.

Darius – His father's former Beta, a seasoned fighter with unmatched loyalty.

Selene – A skilled tracker with a deep connection to the moon's energy.

Jax – A warrior known for his brute strength, eager to prove himself to the new Alpha.

"We have to find the Lunar before Hadrian does," Marcos told them. "We start searching tonight."

The pack members exchanged glances, understanding the gravity of the situation. If the Lunar fell into enemy hands, it wouldn't just be the Blood Wolf Pack that suffered. All werewolves would be in danger.

As night fell, the search began.

But unknown to Marcos, he was already being hunted.

Deep within the forest, red eyes watched him from the shadows.

The Dark Blood Pack was already one step ahead.