Secrets of the Lunar

The Rise of the Moon's Chosen

Chapter 4: Secrets of the Lunar

The night air was filled with anxiety as Marcos and his team ventured deeper into the ancient ruins. Every step felt heavier, every shadow seemed alive.

They were close. The Lunar was somewhere inside.

But after the battle with the Hybrid, Marcos knew they were being watched.

Selene, her bow drawn, whispered, "I don't like this, Alpha. It's too quiet."

Jax nodded. "I'd rather fight ten more of those things than walk into a trap."

Darius unsheathed his dagger. "If Hadrian sent a Hybrid, it means he knows what we're looking for." He turned to Marcos. "We need to move fast."

Marcos agreed. The longer they waited, the closer their enemies got.

With a nod, they pressed forward.

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The Gate of the Ancients

The ruins were unlike anything they had seen before. Ancient symbols covered the walls, glowing faintly under the moonlight. Marcos felt a strange energy pulsing through the stones—as if the ruins themselves were alive.

Then, they reached it.

A massive stone gate stood before them, covered in glowing silver markings. At its center was a crescent moon symbol—one that matched the emblem of the Blood Wolf Pack.

Selene traced her fingers over the markings. "This is it. The Lunar is behind this door."

Jax cracked his knuckles. "Let's break it open."

Before Marcos could stop him, Jax raised his fist and punched the stone gate.

The moment his hand made contact, a powerful shockwave erupted, sending Jax flying backward. He crashed against the ruins, groaning.

Selene rushed to his side. "Idiot! This is no ordinary door!"

Marcos stared at the crescent moon symbol. His heart pounded. He understood now.

"Only the chosen can open the gate."

He took a deep breath and placed his hand on the symbol.

The markings glowed brighter. The entire ruin began to shake.

A deep voice echoed through the chamber.

"The Moon's Chosen has returned."

Then, the gate split open, revealing a long, dark tunnel leading underground.

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The Chamber of the Lunar

Marcos led the group down the tunnel, the air growing colder with every step. The walls were lined with ancient carvings, showing scenes of Lycans standing above armies of werewolves, leading them into battle.

At the end of the tunnel, they entered a massive chamber.

And at its center, floating above a stone pedestal, was the Lunar.

A glowing orb of silver light, pulsing like a heartbeat.

Selene gasped. "It's beautiful."

Darius frowned. "It looks… alive."

Jax rubbed his head. "After that punch, I don't care what it is. Let's grab it and go."

Marcos took a step forward.

But before he could reach it—

The ground shook.

A beastly, growl echoed through the chambers depth .

From the darkness, a massive creature emerged.

It was bigger than any werewolf, its body covered in ancient black fur, with glowing silver eyes that burned like fire.

Selene paled. "What is that?"

The creature opened its mouth, revealing rows of needle-like fangs .

Then, it spoke.

"You are not worthy."

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Trial of the Chosen

The beast lunged.

Marcos barely had time to react before it was on him, its massive claws swinging toward his head.

He dodged, but the sheer force of the attack sent him flying across the chamber.

Jax and Darius attacked from both sides, but the creature swiped them away like they were nothing.

Selene fired an arrow at its chest, but the arrow shattered on impact.

Marcos coughed, pushing himself to his feet. This wasn't a normal enemy.

He stared into the creature's glowing eyes.

This was a Guardian.

A spirit of the Moon, tasked with protecting the Lunar.

And it had judged him unworthy.

The Guardian rushed forward again. Marcos braced himself, but before it could strike—

A voice echoed in his mind.

"Prove yourself, Lycan. Show me you are the true Alpha."

Marcos closed his eyes. He could feel the power inside him—the same energy that had awakened during his fight with Bernard.

He focused on it.

Summoning everything within him.

His body shifted. His muscles burned as his form grew larger, stronger. His fur darkened, his claws extending longer than before.

His golden eyes burned brighter.

He had fully transformed into a Lycan.

The Guardian paused.

For the first time, it hesitated.

And then, it smiled.

"You are ready."

The beast vanished into a swirl of silver light, merging into the Lunar itself.

The chamber fell silent.

Marcos stepped forward and placed his hands on the Lunar.

The moment he touched it, a wave of energy exploded through his body.

Images flashed through his mind—visions of the past, of the future. He saw his father, Alpha Mongo, standing beside a council of Lycans. He saw the Dark Blood Pack marching toward war.

And then, he saw Hadrian.

Sitting on a throne of bones, staring directly at him.

"You cannot stop what is coming."

Then, the vision ended.

Marcos gasped, stumbling back. The Lunar's energy flowed through him now—he could feel it.

Selene caught him. "Are you okay?"

Marcos' eyes glowed silver.

He clenched his fists. "We need to leave. Now."

Jax frowned. "Why? We won."

Marcos shook his head. "No… this was just the beginning."

He turned toward the exit.

The Dark Blood Pack was coming. And this time, they weren't just looking for the Lunar.

They were coming for war.