His Rejected Luna

The Council's Judgment

The air is thick with something unnatural.

The robed figures of the Council stand in eerie silence, their dark cloaks shifting slightly in the wind, their faces hidden beneath the heavy hoods. They don't move like normal wolves. They don't breathe like normal wolves.

They are something else.

Something worse.

The leader stands at the front, their silver-stitched robe denoting their rank. When they speak, their voice is low, calm—deadly.

"You should not be alive."

A slow, humorless smile tugs at my lips. "Yeah? Well, I get that a lot."

A ripple of movement runs through the Council members, like a breeze stirring through fallen leaves. It's not hesitation. It's amusement.

Like I'm something fragile. Like I'm a child playing a game I don't understand.

Kieran stiffens beside me, his body coiled like a predator ready to strike. His golden eyes burn with unspoken fury, his wolf bristling beneath his skin. He doesn't say anything, but I feel the way his presence shifts, the way his stance subtly moves between me and them.

Protective.

Instinctive.

But I don't need saving.

Not anymore.

I take a step forward, ignoring the way Kieran tenses, ignoring the way my own power still crackles beneath my skin like barely restrained lightning. "You hunted my kind," I say, my voice steady. "You tried to erase us. Why?"

The leader tilts their head slightly, as if considering my question. Then, they take a slow step forward, closing the space between us.

"It was never personal," they say smoothly. "It was necessary."

A cold weight settles in my chest. "Necessary for who?"

The leader stops mere feet away, their hooded gaze locking onto mine. "For the survival of our kind."

My hands clench into fists. "You mean for the survival of your power."

Silence.

But that's all the answer I need.

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The Power They Fear

A slow, sick realization creeps through me.

The Council didn't destroy the Lunarborn because we were weak.

They destroyed us because we were stronger.

Because we threatened their rule, their control.

I exhale sharply, anger curling hot and bright beneath my ribs. "You're afraid of me."

The leader doesn't flinch. "We are afraid of what you might become."

Something dark and electric hums through my veins.

Kieran shifts beside me, his energy crackling with barely restrained fury. "You can't touch her."

The leader finally acknowledges him, their head tilting slightly in his direction. "Even you, Alpha, should know the laws." Their voice is cool, amused. "The existence of a Lunarborn is forbidden. And what is forbidden…"

A slow, sharp smile curves their lips.

"…must be erased."

The words hang in the air, final and absolute.

A death sentence.

For me.

Kieran growls low in his throat, but I don't need him to fight this battle for me.

Because if the Council thinks they can decide my fate—

They're dead wrong.

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The First Strike

I don't wait for them to attack.

I move.

One second, I'm standing in front of them. The next, I'm blurring forward, my claws slashing toward the leader's throat—

But they vanish.

Not step back.

Not dodge.

Just… gone.

A cold voice whispers behind me.

"You are still new to this power."

A sharp force slams into my back. I hit the ground hard, dirt and leaves kicking up around me. Pain ricochets through my ribs, but I don't stay down. I roll to the side just as another strike crashes into the spot where I had been seconds before.

I lunge back to my feet, heart pounding.

They're fast.

Faster than anything I've ever fought before.

I whip around, searching—

Just in time to see Kieran collide with one of them.

A vicious snarl rips from his throat as he slams a Council member into a tree, his claws sinking into fabric and flesh. There's a crack of impact, but before he can land a killing blow, the figure fades—turning to nothing but smoke.

My stomach twists.

They're not just fast.

They're something else entirely.

Caelum's voice hums behind me, darkly amused. "They're not real, little wolf."

I whirl on him. "What?"

He smirks. "They are projections. Shadows. A fraction of their true form." He gestures lazily toward the leader, who stands untouched in the center of the chaos. "The real danger isn't them. It's what's coming."

Dread coils in my stomach. "What's coming?"

Caelum's silver eyes gleam. "Their enforcer."

A gust of wind howls through the clearing.

And then—

A new figure steps through the trees.

Not robed. Not hidden.

But something far, far worse.

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The Enforcer of the Council

The moment he steps into the clearing, the air grows heavy.

Thick with something unnatural.

I don't know who he is, but my soul recoils at the sight of him.

Tall, broad-shouldered, his frame clad in dark armor lined with silver veins that pulse with an eerie glow. His hair is stark white, his face sharp, chiseled—beautiful in a way that doesn't seem real.

But it's his eyes that steal my breath.

Because they are empty.

Not silver. Not blue.

Just a void.

Like whatever once lived inside him is long gone.

He moves slowly, deliberately, the weight of his presence pressing against my skin like a silent command.

He is power.

He is death.

And he is here for me.

My breath stutters, but I force my body to stay still.

The Enforcer stops a few feet away, tilting his head as if studying me. Then, he speaks.

"You are the last Lunarborn." His voice is deep, smooth, devoid of emotion. "You will surrender."

The word sends a ripple of fury through me.

Surrender?

They hunted my kind. They erased my people. They tried to take my life before it even began.

And now they want me to surrender?

A slow, dark smile curves my lips.

"Come and make me."

The Enforcer doesn't hesitate.

He moves.

Faster than anything I've ever seen.

And before I can react—

His hand slams into my chest.

Not through it.

Into it.

Like he's reaching inside me, past flesh and bone—

To something else.

The pain is instant.

Unbearable.

Like my soul is being ripped apart.

A choked scream tears from my throat, my vision fracturing.

Kieran roars.

Caelum curses.

But I barely hear them.

Because as the world breaks apart around me—

The Enforcer whispers something only I can hear.

A secret I was never meant to know.

"You were never supposed to be born."

And then—

Everything goes black.

The Council's Enforcer has come for Aria—but instead of killing her, he's trying to unmake her. But why?