BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha
Chapter 212: MIRA’S GUIDANCE

Chapter 212: MIRA’S GUIDANCE

{ "Before there can be wonders, there must be wonder." }

SIERRA’S POV

The rain tapped gently against the windows, a soft, steady rhythm that hushed the house. I sat cross-legged on the rug by the fire, tracing idle patterns in the worn wood floor, the warmth from the hearth brushing against my skin. For once, it was quiet, no frantic knocks, no urgent summons. Just me, the crackle of the flames, and the slow, sweet pull of magic waking up inside me.

I smiled, feeling the Mira stir not in warning, but in something softer, lighter.

"Alright," I whispered, tilting my head back. "Show me."

The pendant at my throat warmed, a familiar, comforting pulse. Threads of silver light unspooled from my fingertips, twinning in the air, weaving the world I could not see with my eyes alone. And there he was—Frery, my only son.

Standing tall and steady beneath the vast canopy of the Blood Stone Mountain Forest, his figure was outlined in moonlight. I gasped, a laugh catching in my throat, my whole chest going light.

"Frery..." I breathed, grinning like an idiot. "You’re okay."

He was more than okay, he was there, standing before the old Mira house next to Tor, Dante Rola,n and Rou. Frery turned, as if sensing me through the magic, and even though I knew he could not see me, I swore I saw him smile.

Tears blurred my vision, but I laughed through them, clutching the pendant tight in my hand.

" You are fucking okay. I was so worried "

The Mira light around me dimmed slowly, sinking back into my skin, leaving behind a shimmering aftertaste of hope. I pressed a hand to my chest, feeling my heart race with something I had not dared let myself feel for days of joy. "I’m coming too," I promised the empty room, my voice full of certainty. "Wait for me, Frery."

"Ma, what’s wrong?" Qadira’s voice cut through the soft haze of magic, pulling me back to the room. I blinked, the vision of Frery and the Mira house fading into silver mist.

I turned to her, a wide, aching smile already spreading across my face. "They’re okay," I said, my voice trembling with joy. "Frery and Dante—they’re alive. They’ve made it to the Mira home."

For a second, Qadira just stared at me, like she was afraid to believe it. Then her shoulders sagged, the tension draining from her like a snapped string. She crossed the room in two quick steps and threw her arms around me, holding me tight.

"Thank the Blood Moon," she whispered against my shoulder, her voice thick with emotion.

I hugged her back just as fiercely, the fire crackling beside us, the rain whispering its soft song on the roof. For the first time in what felt like forever, the weight in my chest lifted, carried away on the magic that still hummed in my blood.

I pulled away from Qadira’s embrace, but kept her hands in mine, steadying myself with her solid presence. The Mira magic still hummed under my skin, impatient and insistent. There was no ignoring it now.

"I have to go," I said quietly, searching her eyes. "I have to get to the Mira home. To them."

Qadira stiffened, her brows knitting together. "You mean we have to go," she corrected, her voice sharp, immediate, like a blade drawn before I could even blink.

I shook my head, a protest half-formed on my lips, but she cut me off with a look that could have stopped a landslide.

"You’re not walking into that forest alone, Ma," she said, fierce and certain. "Not while I still breathe. If you are going, I am going. And I’ll make damn sure we both come back."

For a heartbeat, all I could do was stare at her — this girl I had raised, this woman who now stood before me with fire in her veins and the stubborn courage of the bloodline we shared. My throat tightened with pride, and a little fear, too.

"You don’t have to—" I started, my voice rough.

"Yes, I do," she interrupted, softer now, but no less firm. "Family protects family. You taught me that."

The words hit me square in the chest. I let out a shaky breath and squeezed her hands.

"Alright," I whispered. "Alright, Qadira. Together."

The storm outside picked up, rattling the windows, but it could not shake the calm that settled between us. We would face whatever waited in those woods. We opted to inform the interim coven leader, Aurora, about our little trip. The road to Aurora and Nessa’s house was slick with rain, the wheels of our wagon kicking up little sprays of mud. The storm had passed, but the sky was still a heavy, brooding grey, pressing down on the hills like a warning.

Qadira sat beside me, silent but tense, her fingers drumming a restless rhythm against her knee. I could feel the pull, the urgency, but this stop was necessary. We could not just disappear without a word, not from them. We reached the little stone house tucked into the groove, its windows glowing warm against the gloom. I knocked twice, sharp and quick, glancing over my shoulder to make sure no one had followed.

Aurora opened the door instantly, her bright hair a halo in the lamplight. Her smile faltered the moment she saw our faces.

"What’s wrong?" she asked, stepping aside to let us in.

Nessa appeared behind her, wiping her hands on a cloth, eyes sharp and wary.

I wasted no time. "We’re leaving," I said, my voice low. "Tonight. Qadira and I. We’re heading to the Mira home."

Aurora’s eyes widened. Nessa’s mouth tightened into a grim line.

"But you can’t tell anyone," I added quickly. "No one. Not a whisper, not even a hint."

Qadira nodded, her stance firm beside me. "It’s too dangerous. If word gets out—"

"I understand," Nessa said immediately, crossing her arms over her chest. "You have my silence."

Aurora hesitated, worried about clouding her features. "But it’s you, Sierra. And Qadira. If something happens—"

"We’ll come back," I said, cutting gently across her fears. I forced a smile, small but certain. "We’ll come back, and we’ll bring Frery and Dante with us."

Aurora pressed her lips together, then stepped forward and caught my hands in hers.

"Go then," she whispered fiercely. "Go find them. And may the Blood Moon light your way."

Nessa came to stand behind her, resting a steadying hand on Aurora’s shoulder. She said nothing else, but the look she gave me was a promise that if we needed them, they would be there. Qadira and I stepped back into the misty evening, the door closing quietly behind us, sealing the secret safe inside.

The forest swallowed us whole the moment we left the last of the fields behind. Mist coiled low around the roots of ancient trees, and every step we took was careful, deliberate, the crunch of leaves beneath our boots sounding far too loud in the hush. Blood Stone Mountain loomed in the distance, its jagged peak just a darker shade of Gray against the night. We still had miles to go, but the Mira magic inside me tugged steadily, a compass I trusted more than any map.

Beside me, Qadira moved like a ghost—silent, sure—but there was a tension in her that had not been there before. I caught her glancing at me out of the corner of my eye, opening her mouth once, twice, then closing it again.

Finally, after what felt like hours, she cleared her throat. "Ma," she said, low enough that her voice barely touched the mist. "There’s something I need to tell you. Before we get any closer."

I slowed, turned to look at her. "What is it?"

She hesitated, shifting her weight from foot to foot like she was ready to bolt. I had never seen her look so unsure of herself, not even as a child.

"I—" she started, then blew out a frustrated breath. "My lifetime partner... It’s Rolan Rou."

For a heartbeat, all I could do was stare at her, my mind struggling to catch up. Rolan Rou. That wild, masked Rogourau beast that Qadira saw the first time she met. At first, I thought that she was just being Qadira, but finally, I understood that it was the bonded connection. A laugh bubbled up in my chest before I could stop it—half surprise, half something warmer, older. "You waited until we were halfway to Blood Stone Mountain to tell me that?" I said, my voice shaking between amusement and exasperation.

Qadira gave a lopsided grin, but her eyes were serious. "I didn’t know how you’d take it. I did not want to... I didn’t want to disappoint you."

I reached out and pulled her into a rough hug, catching her off guard. "Qadira," I murmured into her hair, "you could never disappoint me. Not in this life. Not in any."

She squeezed me back, hard, before pulling away, her cheeks flushed even in the dim light.

"Besides," I added, smirking as we started moving again, "I always knew it would take someone as stubborn as Rolan to keep up with you."

Qadira laughed, soft and breathless, the sound weaving through the mist like a song. The tension between us eased, and I felt a little lighter for the first time that night.