BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha
Chapter 103: THE POWER OF RAGAR MOUNTAIN

Chapter 103: THE POWER OF RAGAR MOUNTAIN

{"The Lycan King must prevail"}

TOR’S POV

The wind carried the scent of ice and stone, a stark contrast to the thick pine and salt air of Bay Shifter land. I inhaled deeply, letting the cold settle in my lungs. This was it, the land of my ancestors. The place where my bloodline began. Ragar Mountain loomed before me, its jagged cliffs wrapped in mist, whispering secrets only the dead could hear.

"You hesitate." Rou pushed the words aloud.

I turned to Rou and his massive frame stood motionless beside me, the wind ruffling his thick, black fur. His golden eyes glowed in the fading light, unreadable, assessing. Rou had been my companion through the long, treacherous journey, silent, deadly, bound to me by fate or by something older.

"I’m not hesitating," I said, gripping the hilt of my blade. "I’m just... listening."

"The mountain does not whisper. It watches." He responded.

A shiver ran down my spine. He was right.

With each step I took, I sensed it, a presence intertwined with the very essence of the land. My ancestors had walked this path long before I did, their blood absorbed into the roots and stones. I was not merely returning. I was facing judgment.

Rou sniffed the air, muscles tensing. "Something stirs."

The wind shifted, carrying the faintest echo of footsteps, too light to belong to any beast.

"We’re not alone," I responded. The mountain had been waiting. And now, it would decide if I was worthy and hence, I knelt before the mountain, the cold seeping into my skin, but I did not waver. The air here was thick, heavy with the weight of unseen eyes, of spirits long past, of power buried beneath centuries of silence. The keeper of truths lost to time.

Lowering my head, I pressed my palm against the cold ground. My heart pounded, steady but strong, as I let my voice break through the wind.

"I come as a son of this land. As a seeker of truth." My voice was raw, carried by the whispering gusts. "Ragar, grant me passage as I am Alpha Tor Gale, of the Bay Shifter Pack."

Rou stood beside me, still like a stone. Even he, beast of war, shadow of the wilds, did not dare disturb the silence. I exhaled, letting the weight of my purpose settle into my bones.

"I seek answers." My fingers dug into the frozen ground. "About my path. About the evil that poisons both shifter breeds and the vampire coven. And about the beast that sleeps within me, the Lycan they all fear."

The wind stilled and then the ground beneath me shuddered. A deep, guttural groan echoed through the mountain, like the earth itself was waking from a long slumber. The mist parted, curling back like fingers uncoiling from a grip. And then, I felt it, A presence. Ancient. Watching.

"You are heard, Alpha Tor Gale." It was the same voice that came to me in my sleep. It rumbled through my chest, a force as old as the stars. The mountain trembled, not in rejection but in acknowledgment. The mist spiraled into the air, revealing a path carved into the rock, a passage that had been sealed for centuries. The entrance to the Ancestors’ Haven.

I swallowed hard, my breath sharp in my chest.

"You may enter."

Rou let out a low, approving growl. I rose to my feet, stepping forward into the unknown. Ragar had accepted me and that was the first step that I needed to get all the answers that I needed.

The deeper we went into Ragar Mountain, the more the air changed. It was thick with an energy that hummed beneath my skin, pulsing like a second heartbeat. The walls around us were carved with symbols—ancient runes glowing faintly, whispering stories long forgotten. The Haven’s sacred sanctuary was near.

Beside me, Rou exhaled sharply. His massive form rippled, shifting in the dim light. The air around him shimmered, and in seconds, the beast was gone. In his place stood a man, tall, broad-shouldered, with grey hair-streaked silver at the temples. His golden eyes still held the wildness of the beast within.

Rou stretched his shoulders, rolling out the tension. "Walking on two legs again," he muttered. "Took long enough."

I smirked but said nothing. He knew as well as I did that the closer we got to the sanctuary, the more we would need to be men rather than beasts.

He glanced at me, expression thoughtful. "You think Rita, Ralph, and Flora have succeeded?"

I did not hesitate. "Flora? Absolutely. And I’m just as sure Ralph and Rita will finish the mission."

Rou nodded, satisfied. His faith in his children ran as deep as my own in Flora. That was the way of our kind. Blood and loyalty bound us tighter than any oath. A moment of silence passed before Rou’s gaze shifted, a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You know," he said, voice light with amusement, "I couldn’t help but notice how Ralph kept staring at General Tor."

Laughter burst from my chest before I could stop it. The sound echoed against the ancient walls, filling the sacred passage with something almost foreign, something human.

"Everyone’s noticed it," I said, shaking my head. "You’re just late to the realization."

Rou chuckled, crossing his arms. "It’s about time someone said it out loud, then."

I smirked, stepping forward as the passage narrowed, the glow of the runes guiding our way. "Let’s hope Ralph is as focused on the mission so that he can rush back to Tiger," Rou let out a low laugh, that vibrated in the mountain.

The magic in the air was impossible to ignore. It clung to my skin like a second layer, humming with power, ancient and undisturbed for centuries. The deeper Rou and I moved into the Haven Sacred Chambers, the heavier it became, thick as mist, pressing against our chests, slowing our steps. The chamber was vast, its stone walls carved with symbols that glowed in a rhythmic pulse, as if they breathed. A stillness settled over the space, one that felt neither welcoming nor hostile, only watchful.

Then, a figure stirred in the dim light.

Rou and I stopped in unison, instincts sharpened. The presence before us was not one of an ordinary being. No, this was something... more. A voice, deep as the mountain itself, broke the silence. "Welcome to the Lycan’s Haven." I barely breathed. Rou said nothing. The figure stepped forward, emerging from the shadows, and my breath caught in my throat. He was taller than both of us, broad and imposing, his silver hair flowing past his shoulders. His face, sharp, lined with age yet untouched by time, was eerily familiar. Too familiar. Rou shifted beside me, his golden eyes narrowing. I could hear his unspoken thought, the same one pounding through my mind.

This man was a spitting image of my Grandpa Gale. My lips parted, the question forming before I could stop it. "Why—"

"The Guardian of the Haven has always come from the Gale clan. It is in our blood, in our heritage. The resemblance you see is no mere coincidence, Alpha Tor Gale."

I swallowed hard while Rou exhaled sharply, his tension radiating through the bond we shared.

The Guardian’s gaze never wavered as he spoke again, his voice carrying the weight of centuries. "You have come seeking answers. But be warned, the truth you seek may not be the truth you wish to find." The runes on the walls flared brighter, illuminating the chamber with an ethereal glow.

I took a slow breath, steadying my racing heart. "I am ready"

I could feel it, the shift in my soul, the presence of something ancient stirring within me. It was not just my wolf. It was something stronger, something darker, something more. Gale my beast rose, and I clenched my fists, my breath coming in steadily but slowly, grounding myself as the Guardian’s voice rang through the sacred chamber.

"Gal, your Lycan shifter beast is stronger than I expected," he said, watching me with those silver eyes that held far too many secrets. " You have crossed the threshold of what your ancestors feared for generations."

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "What the hell do you mean by that?"

The Guardian exhaled. "Because this power was never meant to be contained. The Lycan was always meant to awaken, but your clan sought to hide it, to prevent the fate that now stands before you."

Rou, who had stood in tense silence beside me, finally spoke, his voice rough. "What fate?"

The Guardian’s gaze shifted to him briefly before returning to me. "The fate of the Lycan and the Vampire Lord."

I felt my body tense at those words, a strange heat rising in my chest."What do you mean by your words?" I asked, though deep down I knew he was talking about Frery, my mate.

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