BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha
Chapter 173: A PLAN FOR US

Chapter 173: A PLAN FOR US

{ "A goal without a plan is just a wish." }

"Tor," he said simply, like a landslide in a canyon. Rough, natural, unbothered by protocol.

The door slid open, and the scent of pine, steel, and old blood hit first—earthy and raw. Then came the man himself, stepping into the room like he owned it. Every step he took carried the weight of lineage and power.

"Rou." I turned from the window slowly, keeping my posture casual but not careless. With Alphas, there’s no such thing as neutral body language. Everything is a signal. A test.

"You summoned me," he smirked as he walked over, and we embraced each other.

I stepped back and nodded. "There’s a change, of course. Your wish has come true; we are headed for Blood Stone Mountain.

"Great. I hope that I will get to meet Rolan and clear the air about why he has been missing for so long, "Rou grunted.

"Agreed. But we shall first go to Hanka Island. We’re meeting the Freyr."

He snorted, a sound somewhere between amusement and threat. "You do miss your mate."

"Yes, I do. But the journey will not be easy, and I bet we might not come back anytime soon. I have instructed the pack to keep safe as Spark and General Tiger will hold fort."

Finally, he nodded. "Then we hunt down whatever is in Blood Stone Mountain and end the fear that crawls to all our people." Rou turned to leave, already shifting into motion, plotting paths, exits, and bloodshed. But just before he reached the door, he looked back.

"Tor," he said.

I smiled faintly. "I know what you are concerned about, but I promise to make sure we make it out alive. "He grunted approval, then vanished down the corridor, the shadows swallowing him like smoke. I stood there alone, the map still glowing behind me, the mountain pulsing like a wound.

It was late. The kind of quiet that only comes after a long day of masks and command. Dusk had crept in without asking permission, bleeding lavender across the sky and casting long shadows along the tower halls. I left the office without a word, moving through the hidden corridors that only I walked until stone gave way to vine, and silence opened into breath.

I arrived at the Royal Garden, and as I walked in, the relic of older magic came alive. Moonflowers opened just as I stepped into the clearing, their glow silver and soft against the moss-covered earth. I stood in the centre, surrounded by the hush of leaves and stars blinking into being. Here, I didn’t have to lead. Here, I could just exist.

I exhaled and let go, my bones shifted first. Skin pulled, cracked, reformed. Light shimmered across muscle as Gale surged forward, ancient and coiled with restrained energy. He stretched out from within me, fur silver-dark, eyes glowing with fierce grace.

Gale breathed deep, and the garden seemed to breathe with him. I let him move silently across the stones, brushing past the ivy, tail flicking at the edge of the starlight. Then I let him feel. My power uncoiled and spread, a whisper through the roots, through the air. I reached outward.

Into the earth.

The wind.

The moon.

Bay Shifter land opened beneath my senses like a vast, pulsing net of life. I felt the soft sands of the beach, the drift of the tide. I felt the heartbeat of Sag tone Mountain, deep and steady, and the watchful stillness of Ragar Mountain to the north. Every tree, every breath of the wild, it was all there, and I was tethered to it.

The last time I let Gale reach this far, the power hadn’t been this... full. This whole.

"This isn’t just us anymore," I whispered aloud, voice rough in the quiet. "It’s the link."

The mating bond rose, and I knew that Freyr Kayne was the anchor now, just as I was his. Our bond had changed everything. Power drawn from Hanka Island, awakened beneath the peaks of Ragar, blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. What surged through me now wasn’t just magic; it was legacy. Unity. A divine tether that remade us both. Gale paced slowly, tail high, nostrils flaring as he drank in the wild. He was never meant to be feared. Not truly. No matter what the High Clans said. Gale was a guardian, our guardian. Born to protect this realm, not rule it.

And yet... someone feared him, and someone had tried to keep him caged. Over and over, his awakening had been postponed. The signs were there now, clear as the stars above. Each delay, each blocked shift, hadn’t been a coincidence. It had been orchestrated. Controlled. Fears.

"They wanted to stop this," I murmured, crouching beside Gale and resting my palm against his massive shoulder. "But it’s too late now."

He growled low, not with anger, but with knowing and this power... this bond... this awakening, it belonged to the realm. And no one was going to take it from us again. I stood still in the garden, Gale’s presence thrumming through my bones, half-shadow and silver breath beneath my skin. The stars were brighter now, and the moon had climbed higher, full and watchful. Everything was quiet, but inside me, something stirred. Restless. Curious. Drawn.

Gale pressed forward, not outward, but inward, toward the bond. Not the one anchored to our mate, but the other tether, the more elusive one. A line spun through shadow and blood, tangled with something older and darker, yet warm at its core.

Kayne.

Freyr’s vampire beast. The second soul behind Freyr’s gaze. I’d only glimpsed him before—heard whispers of him behind Freyr’s more polished veneer. But now Gale reached—his spirit extending like a howl across the bond. It wasn’t magic. It wasn’t spelling work or rituals. It was something deeper. Instinctually, the bond flared like a struck chord, and for a moment, it was as if the air between us shimmered.

A voice came through. Smooth. Cautious. Intrigued.

"How... are you reaching for me?" Kayne pushed the words through.

I smiled. Not physically—but somewhere deep within, Gale did. His answer was simple and clear.

"Testing," I said through him. "Power. Connection. It seems... We don’t need magic. Just the bond."

There was a pause, long, thoughtful. Then, a flicker of energy danced through the connection, cold like moonlight, rich with curiosity. Then, suddenly, laughter broke through, bright, unexpected, and full of warmth. Freyr’s voice rose like a sunrise over ice.

"Tor!" he exclaimed, his joy bubbling like champagne through the bond.

I laughed under my breath, my body still glowing faintly with power. "Yes, Freyr," I said aloud, though the words were more soul than sound. His energy swirled with delight, love, unfiltered and pure. The bond pulsed again, warm this time, not power, but affection. Deep, knowing, safe.

"I love you, Tor," Freyr whispered, and this time, there was no distance in it. And in that moment, for the first time in what felt like lifetimes, everything stilled. Not in silence, but in peace.

I closed my eyes, heart full. "I know," I murmured, the stars above catching in my lashes. "And I love you too." Gale pressed close to my heart and stilled, satisfied.

I couldn’t stop smiling, the kind that starts in your chest and just keeps blooming, soft, wild, untamed. Like spring cracking through the ice after a long, brutal winter. It bubbled up inside me, wrapped around my ribs, and warmed everything from the inside out. I didn’t even try to hide it.

Freyr was still there, tethered to me through the bond, his presence like sunlight pouring through a window I hadn’t realized was open.

"I can feel the happiness flowing through you," he said, laughter dancing on the edges of his voice, playful and a little breathless. "Are you always like this when you’re happy?"

I chuckled, letting the sound roll freely. "Not always. Just when I make contact with you."

He laughed again, soft and real, the kind of sound that made my chest tighten in the best way. For a moment, neither of us spoke. We just listened—to the rhythm of each other’s breathing, the quiet pulses of emotion humming between us like a shared song.

Then he asked, quieter this time. "Tor... how is it that I can feel it?"

"Feel what?"

"The Bay Shifter packs magic." A pause. "The Shifter land. It’s like... I can sense it through you. The beaches, the trees, the stones beneath Sagstone Mountain. There’s energy there, and it’s—alive. Old. Powerful. And it’s moving through you."

I breathed in slowly, letting Gale stir just under the surface. My wolf was calm now, no longer reaching but listening, attuned. "It’s through Gale," I said, closing my eyes and letting the truth pour free. "He’s the bridge. My bond with him, with this land—it’s rooted deep. Deeper than just blood or instinct."

Freyr was quiet, waiting. I continued, voice low and reverent. "The power flows from Ragar and Sagstone Mountain. Ancient places. Sacred. They don’t just hold land—they hold memories. And through Gale, I’m able to touch it. Feel it. And now, through the bond... you can feel it too."

"It’s beautiful," he whispered."Like being inside the heartbeat of something eternal."

My lips curved into a smile. "It is. It’s the echo of the Lycan ancestors. Those who ran before us fought before us. Their spirits never truly left the land. They became part of it. That’s what you’re feeling."

There was a long silence, but it was full, not empty. Full of awe, connection, and understanding.

Then he spoke again, voice thick with something softer. "You’re not just Alpha, Tor. You’re part of the realm. It’s the protector. Its soul."

His words hit something inside me, something I hadn’t dared name before. "I don’t know if I deserve that," I admitted, "but I’ll carry it. For you. For them. For all of it."

The bond pulsed again, warm and steady, like hands entwining in the dark.

"You’re not carrying it alone anymore," Freyr said. "I will be with you forever."