Angel Without Wings ( Cha Merrisa)

She burst into the grand hall like a storm that didn’t belong.

Hair a mess, breath coming fast, eyes filled with urgency.

Among the glittering gowns and tailored tuxedos of Prestige University’s surgical graduation gala dinner , her presence was a glaring alarm. People stared. Whispers rose. She didn’t care.

"Please," she gasped, gripping the security guard’s arm. "I need Luna Kaylie. It’s urgent. Life or death."

The guard recoiled slightly, eyeing her rumpled clothes and messy hair.

" This is for Invitation only. You’re not even dressed for..."

"Please... I have no time!" she snapped, voice trembling. "Just... just get Luna Kaylie. Please. This can’t wait."

The guard crossed his arms. "We’ve got a dozen Kaylies in there. Be specific."

"Luna. Kaylie," she repeated.

"Is Luna her first name and Kaylie her last? We don’t even have that name on the list," the other guard rolled his eyes.

"Doctor Kaylie... Luna Kaylie... There’s only one. She’s the one I need. The only one who can stop this," she whispered.

"Stop what? A fashion disaster?" he said sarcastically

She clutched her chest, her breathing sharp and uneven, as if the air itself was betraying her. Her voice dropped, barely a whisper now, brittle and frayed at the edges.

“If I don’t talk to her now…” she gasped, eyes glassy with panic. “It’s going to happen. The disaster. And no one will survive.”

The second guard chuckled under his breath, folding his arms with casual cruelty.

“What are you, a psychic? Weather girl?” he sneered. “Chill out, lady. Ceremony’s almost over. If you want your ‘Kaylie,’ Luna, Doctor, or whoever the hell she is then sit there. Just don’t make a scene.”

The woman flinched at his words but stood her ground, desperation surging through her veins like fire.

“She’s more than a doctor!” she cried out, voice cracking. “She saved me once. From someone no one else dared to face. Now I have to save her. If I don’t speak to her… they’ll all die. The Blue Sapphire Pack is in danger!”

Silence.

The two guards exchanged a glance , amused, confused, slightly unnerved. They looked at her like she had completely lost her mind. Maybe she had. But insanity didn’t mean she was wrong. It only meant she’d seen too much, too soon, and no one believed her.

Her strength gave out all at once.

She staggered backward, legs folding beneath her as she collapsed into the nearest chair, shoved against the wall like an afterthought. Her shoulders hunched, her body trembling. The elegant world of champagne toasts and slow waltzes spun around her like a cruel dream she wasn’t allowed to wake from.

She bowed her head and whispered one name under her breath again and again, soft and pleading.

“Kaylie... Luna Kaylie... please...”

Her hands trembled in her lap, fingers fidgeting, twisting the worn, frayed ends of her sleeves into tight knots. Her eyes flicked back and forth , to the exit, to the golden double doors, to the clock on the wall that seemed to tick louder with every second.

Every tick was a warning. Every second, a countdown.

Her mind spiraled through memories she never asked to keep , memories soaked in blood and screams. Of rusted chains, cold stone floors, and the reek of a cage built not for punishment, but for breeding. Of Monster Blake, whose twisted hunger went beyond violence , who saw her not as a woman, not even as a wolf, but as a vessel. A tool. A womb.

He’d taken her body. Shattered her spirit. Tried to reduce her to nothing more than a birth machine for the army he wanted to create a twisted legacy of his own blood.

And no one came.

No one heard.

No one cared.

Until Luna Kaylie, An angel without wings.

She remembered that night like it was seared into her bones the way Kaylie had fought, without hesitation, without fear, glowing with something fierce and otherworldly. A protector. A warrior. A Luna not bound by title, but by heart.

And now…

Now it was her turn to be the one who warned Who screamed into the wind even when no one listened.

Because she knew what was coming. She had seen the signs. Heard the whispers. Smelled the decay of something old and dark rising from beneath the surface.

If Kaylie didn’t hear her , if she didn’t act, everything would burn.

The Blue Sapphire Pack would fall.

And this time… no one would be left to save them.

So she waited praying that Kaylie would appear before the storm truly began.

Before it was too late.

An hour later.

Luna Kaylie glowed.

Despite her seven-month baby bump, she strode out of the hall with effortless grace, flanked by her husband Lucas, a walking magazine cover in a sleek black suit and their curly haired toddler, Adam, toddling beside them.

"Slow down, my love," Lucas murmured, his voice warm and low, leaning close to her ear. "You’re not storming a battlefield."

Kaylie smiled her steps never slowing. "We’ve got thirty minutes before your Alpha King council meeting. I won’t be the reason you’re late."

Lucas chuckled, hoisting Adam in one arm as the little boy reached for his mother’s hand. "We’ll take the helicopter, Kaylie. Relax. Jenson’s already got it prepped. No need to walk like you’re about to give birth on a red carpet."

She laughed, but there was steel beneath the sound. It was the laugh of someone who had seen too much, survived too much, and still chose to walk forward.

Then…..

"Luna... Kaylie... wait..."

The voice was frail, a breath through a storm.

Kaylie turned. Her heart dropped.

The woman from before was barely standing. Her legs wobbled as she took two unsteady steps forward and then collapsed at Kaylie’s feet.

"Oh God..." Kaylie dropped to her knees, her instincts sharper than ever. "What’s wrong? Someone call for help!"

The woman clutched her wrist. Her skin was ice cold, her grip weak, but her eyes, they burned with purpose.

"I’m Inggrid," she rasped. "You saved me once. From Blake. Do you remember? You are like angel without wing. I trust you. This is how I want to repay you."

Kaylie blinked, recognition dawning. The frightened omega from Yellow Stone. She had barely spoken when they met, a girl broken by captivity. Now here she was, dragging her broken body across worlds to deliver a message.

"Then listen. Please. The Blue Sapphire Pack... all of you are in danger."

Kaylie’s breath caught in her throat.

"Alpha Alex," Inggrid coughed violently. "He’s not alone. He’s with a witch... a powerful one. Witch Huiwi. Blake’s mother. They’re planning something... something dark. Something deadly."

Blood stained her lips. Her chest heaved, wheezing.

Kaylie tightened her grip. "We need to get her inside. Lucas! Get the med team from inside…..now!."

But Inggrid shook her head.

"No time," she croaked. "I came... all the way... from Yellow Stone. No one followed. I made sure. They’re going to strike soon. You need a witch. One stronger than Huiwi. Or... it’ll be over."

More blood, a bubbling cough. Kaylie held her closer.

"Inggrid, hold on. You're safe now. You're not alone."

"No... no. Promise me... promise you’ll find the witch... the one strong enough to stop them..." Her voice cracked. "She’s out there. Only she can stand against Huiwi. Promise me you’ll find her."

Her fingers twitched against Kaylie's hand. Then…..stillness.

Her body went limp.

Kaylie froze.

A silence fell like a heavy curtain. For a moment, all Kaylie could hear was her own breath, sharp and pained. Lucas moved behind her, lifting Adam into his arms again, shielding the child from the sight.

"No..." she whispered.

But it was already too late.