The Last Howl

The Rise of the Moon's Chosen

Chapter 15: The Last Howl

The void trembled as Marcos lunged, his body surrounded by celestial flames.

His Moonfire Dagger, now fully awakened, burned with a silver glow, its edge pulsing with divine energy.

Fenrir snarled, his golden eyes flashing with fury.

"You think you can defeat me, boy?"

The Wolf God launched forward, his massive claws tearing through space itself.

Marcos sidestepped, feeling the air warp around him as the attack barely missed. He spun midair, his dagger slashing across Fenrir's shadowed fur, sending a burst of moonfire erupting from the wound.

Fenrir howled in pain—but he didn't stop.

He swung again, his massive tail slamming into Marcos with the force of a hurricane.

Marcos crashed against the shifting void, his breath knocked from his lungs.

Damn it… He's still too strong.

Fenrir stepped closer, his form towering over Marcos.

"Your fate was decided long before you were born. You were never meant to win."

Marcos gritted his teeth, pushing himself up.

"That is where you're wrong."

His body filled with energy, the Lunar's power coursing through his veins.

He wasn't fighting alone.

The spirits of past Chosen ones whispered in his mind. Their strength was now his.

And so, he rose again.

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The Moon's Judgment

Marcos stood tall, his silver eyes glowing brighter than ever.

Fenrir hesitated.

For the first time—the Wolf God looked uncertain.

Marcos held up the Moonfire Dagger, channeling the full force of the Lunar's Chosen.

Above them, the moon appeared, its light piercing through the void.

Fenrir's chains—the ones he had fought so hard to break—began to glow.

The Wolf God let out a furious snarl, his body tensing. "No… I will not be imprisoned again!"

He charged.

Marcos moved faster.

In the blink of an eye, he was above Fenrir, twisting his body midair.

With all his strength, he drove the Moonfire Dagger straight into Fenrir's heart.

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The Fall of a God

The void shook violently.

Fenrir let out a thunderous howl that made the ground tremble , his massive form thrashing wildly.

The chains binding him tightened, their glow intensifying until they burned into his flesh.

Marcos leapt back, watching as the Wolf God's form began to dissolve into pure energy.

Fenrir let out one final snarl, his golden eyes locking onto Marcos'.

"You think this is over?" His voice was quieter now, filled with something Marcos couldn't quite name.

"The cycle will continue. One day, another will rise in my place."

Marcos didn't flinch.

"Then I'll be there to stop them."

With a final burst of silver light, Fenrir's form shattered into nothingness.

The void around them collapsed.

And everything went dark.

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The Return

When Marcos opened his eyes, he was lying on cold stone.

The ancient prison chamber of Fenrir was silent.

He sat up slowly, his body aching from the battle.

His friends—**Selene, Darius, Jax, and Astrid—**stood nearby, their faces filled with relief.

Selene was the first to rush forward. "You're alive!"

Marcos chuckled weakly. "Barely."

Darius grinned. "So? Did you kill a god or what?"

Marcos exhaled. "Not exactly. But he won't be coming back."

Jax clapped him on the shoulder. "Good enough for me."

Astrid, however, stood back, watching him carefully.

Her violet eyes held something unreadable.

Finally, she whispered, "It's not over yet, Marcos."

He met her gaze.

And deep inside—he knew she was right.

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To Be Continued…

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What's Next in Chapter 16?

The aftermath of Fenrir's defeat.

Marcos' return to the pack as a true Alpha.

The hidden consequences of using the Moonfire Dagger.