A Luna for the Lycan King novel Chapter 69

My silver fur bristled as I crouched low, muscles coiled and ready to spring. I bared my fangs as the approaching vampire army but something suddenly flashed over them. A bright blue aura surrounded them, pulsing with otherworldly energy.

What the hell?

My confusion lasted only a moment before their battle cry rang

out:

“For the King!”

Realization hit me like a bolt of lightning. These weren’t enemies–they were Finn’s allies! The blue glow must be some kind of magical marker to distinguish them from other vampires.

Well, I’ll be damned. Looks like the exiled king still had a few tricks up his sleeve.

As the blue–wreathed vampires charged past me to engage our foes, I couldn’t help but think of Darren. There was no time for celebration. I needed to get to him. My ears twitched at the sound of the battle in all directions. It was impossible to detect my mate.

With a fierce howl, I leapt back into the fray, silver claws

extended and ready to tear into any enemy that dared cross my path. The tide of battle swirled around me in a dizzying dance of fang and claw, but I remained focused on my goal … reaching

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sparkled as they wove intricate patterns above the battlefield, casting that distinctive blue glow over our vampire allies. So, they were the ones casting them with color. Smart. In this mess, we would have easily mistook them for enemy vampires.

My claws tore into the earth as I spun, narrowly avoiding a vampire’s lunge. The battle pressed in from all sides, a maelstrom of snarls and flashing fangs. A vicious snarl erupted from nearby– unmistakably Ivan’s. My heart clenched. He was fighting, but where? I launched myself forward, a blur of silver fur and righteous fury. My jaws snapped shut on a vampire’s arm, flinging him aside like a ragdoll. Another rushed me, and I met him with a powerful swipe of my claws.

My senses were on overdrive, every nerve singing with adrenaline. Screams and battle cries created a cacophonous symphony of violence. I could see how someone would panic in the chaos. I surprised myself to be honest. I pushed forward as if I was seasoned in war. My movements were a fluid dance of destruction, each swipe and lunge precisely calculated.

As I emerged through the wall of fighting, my heart nearly stopped. There, backlit by the crimson glow of burning buildings of the village, stood a figure that radiated danger. An elite vampire soldier, his eyes gleaming with centuries of bloodlust.

I bared my teeth, hackles rising as he narrowed his eyes on me. He was determined not to let anyone through, which meant to me that the others needed our help. He moved with blinding speed, but I was ready. I pivoted, narrowly avoiding his blade as it whistled past my ear. My claws raked across his side, drawing first blood.

“Not bad,” he hissed, circling me. “But I’ve killed thousands

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my jaws snapping shut inches from his throat. Our deadly dance continued, a blur of slashing claws and glinting steel. He was good– terrifyingly so. Each near–miss sent my heart racing, knowing one wrong move could mean my end. “You fight well,” he grudgingly admitted, parrying another of my attacks. “For a dog.”

I snarled, fury rising. Suddenly, a scent hit me– familiar, intoxicating, and terrifying all at once. Cinnamon wafers… tainted with blood. Darren’s blood. My world narrowed to a pinpoint. The vampire’s smug grin faltered as he saw the change come over me. My silver fur began to glow, pulsing with ancient magic. Something hidden deep inside of me that I’d never tapped into. “What… what are you?” he whispered, fear creeping into his voice for the first time.

I met his gaze, my eyes blazing with newfound strength. What am I? I am the future queen of the lycans and this vampire was blocking my path to my mate.

The vampire’s eyes widened as I lunged, my movements a blur of silver light. He swung his blade, but I was faster now, the new magic enhancing my abilities. My jaws clamped down on his sword arm, and I heard the satisfying crunch of bone.

He hissed in pain, lashing out with his other hand. I felt a sharp, burning sensation as his dagger found its mark, sinking deep into my shoulder. But even as blood matted my fur, I refused to let go. He twisted his blade in me and I released his arm, rearing up on my hind legs. I was now towering over him, did I grow? His

eyes were wide as I brought my full weight down. My claws tore through his chest as my fangs found his neck.

His breath was shallow and ragged before stopping. His dagger

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else. I turned towards the scent of Darren’s blood. My heart pounded, each beat screaming his name. Darren. Darren.

Darren.

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I took off at a dead sprint, my paws thundering against the earth. The pain in my shoulder faded to a dull ache, overwhelmed by the urgency coursing through my veins. I dove through the flames of the village. The heat singed my fur, but I was numb to the pain. Nothing else mattered. Not the war, not my injuries, not even my own life. Only reaching him.

Visions of him entered my mind. Darren’s brooding green eyes, softening as they met mine. The warmth of his arms around me in the quiet of our chamber. His fierce protectiveness, even when it drove me crazy. Don’t you dare leave me. I growled, pushing myself faster. We’ve barely begun, you stubborn bastard. You promised me forever, remember? The scent grew stronger, guiding me like a beacon through the chaos.

My lungs burned from the smoke, but my bond to Darren pushed me forward. Suddenly, a familiar rumbling came through the chaos. I whirled to see Ivan’s massive form barreling towards me, his white fur stained with blood and grime. Relief flooded through me at the sight of my friend.