BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha
Chapter 220: MOON WAKE TIDES

Chapter 220: MOON WAKE TIDES

{"The new moon is an auspicious time for a fresh start"}

We were leaving the beach hours later in the middle of the night, silence thick between us. Freyr walked a few paces ahead, his steps smooth, deliberate, like he was already miles away. The ocean was behind us, but something in me still felt tethered to it... or to what happened after we left it.

"Freyr," I said, my voice cutting through the hush.

He glanced back, impatient. "What is it?"

I shifted the weight on my shoulder and drew a slow breath. "The Moon Goddess visited me last night."

He froze, the kind of still only a vampire could manage, like stone carved mid-motion. "Where?"

"At the Mira home," I said. "You were fast asleep, and we did not want to awaken you.

His expression did not change, but I felt the tension coil through him. "What did she say?"

"She came to assist us and give us a warning." I stepped closer, letting him see the truth in my eyes. "She did not speak in riddles, not this time. She stated that I must protect you as you were a treasure, and that we needed to go back to Bloodstone Mountain when the moon was full.

He was quiet for a moment, watching me like he was waiting for the punchline. And then, low and clipped: "Why didn’t I sense her?"

I hesitated. "You were deep in sleep. Deeper than usual." That answer alone would not satisfy him. I knew that. So, I added what mattered most. "She was not drawn to you, Freyr. She was drawn by Gale."

"My wolf stirred before midnight," I went on. "He knew she was near before I did. The room felt... lighter. Hushed. When I opened my eyes, she was already there, standing in the moonlight by the window like she belonged to it."

Freyr’s eyes sharpened. "She used Gale to shield her presence?"

I nodded once. "Something like that. Not a trick. More like... harmony. The way the moon draws the tide without asking, and of course, the Lycan wolf is blessed by the moon goddess.

He did not respond right away, and I did not push. Freyr did not trust easily, not gods, not wolves, or himself. But I saw the way his jaw flexed, the way his stance shifted just slightly. He felt it now. The weight of it. The truth.

He turned to me then, eyes shadowed but clear. "Tor."

That voice,e calm, low, not guarded for once, made Gale in me lift its head.

"I’ve been meaning to say something," he continued, stepping closer, his boots crunching softly on the sand. "Since we left Blood Stone Mountain." I did not say a word. Just wait.

"It wasn’t easy to be around when we entered that place," he said. "Did not want help. Did not want you watching over me. But you did anyway." His eyes searched mine, steady now. "At the Mira home, when the nightmares got bad, you never left the room. Even when I told you to. You stayed." I remembered. I remembered every time he bared his fangs at the world and then flinched when I did not flinch back.

"And down here, on this goddamn beach..." He let out a breath, like it was all finally spilling free. "You never made me feel like I was broken. You just... stayed." I swallowed, jaw tight, and he looked away for a heartbeat, then back at me. "And held me down, and that is something that a proud man like me would not admit. The silence between us was not empty. It was full of blood, of bond, of something that went deeper than either of us ever planned. "I’m proud of it, you know," he added, softer now. "That we’re mated." My chest tightened. Not from surprise. From the weight of what it meant to hear it in his voice, with no shame. "I may be a monster to some," he said, "but with you, I am... something more. And I am proud of that."

So, I stepped forward and took his hand, the one that had drawn blood and held mine through it all.

"We’re more than bandmates," I said roughly. "We’re choice."

As we moved to head home, we sensed the presence of someone approaching, and then Dante appeared, his boots hit the sand hard. His eyes, usually calm and calculating, were blazing.

"Are you out of your goddamn minds?" Dante’s voice cracked like a whip across the waves. Freyr did not flinch. I turned just as Dante marched toward us, his coat whipping in the wind, eyes lit with rage. "You left the Mira home without a word," he snapped. "No message. No signal. No warning. Do you have any idea what that looked like from our end?"

I kept my voice calm. "We did not vanish, Dante. We left quietly."

"Exactly my point!" He jabbed a finger in our direction. "You do not get to disappear with a vampire and leave the rest of us blind. We thought you had been taken. Or worse."

Before I could respond, Freyr stepped forward. "I needed quiet," he said plainly.

Dante turned to him, like he could not believe the audacity. "Quiet?"

Freyr’s voice was like ice, calm but unmoving. "Yes. After Blood Stone Mountain and what stirred beneath it... after the Mira home and everything that clings to its walls... I needed silence. I needed to breathe without eyes on me. Without question. Without the weight of a dozen people waiting to see if I would break." Dante looked stunned for a heartbeat. Just one. I watched them both, standing there on the sand like two storms trying not to collide. Freyr lifted his chin. "My mate and I just needed to stabilize ourselves.

That part hit Dante harder than anything else. I saw it in the flicker of something behind his anger. Or just the realization that we had chosen solitude over solidarity. I cleared my throat. "We were not running from you. We were trying to hold ourselves together. "

Dante stared at me, jaw tight, then finally exhaled hard through his nose.

"You two are going to be the death of me," he muttered, turning back toward the cliffs.

Freyr, of course, just gave a faint smirk. "You’d miss us." Dante did not respond, but the fact that he did not deny it told me everything I needed to know.

"Come on, your mother is so worried, and I hate it when she is unsettled, "He muttered as he led the way back to the Mira home.

The Mira home rose through the trees like a memory we had not earned yet familiar, weathered, waiting. We crossed the clearing in silence, boots crunching softly on pine needles and frost-hardened earth. Freyr walked beside me, unreadable as ever, but I could feel the way his energy sharpened. We both knew someone would be waiting.

Sierra stood first, just beyond the porch, eyes scanning, arms folded tight against her ribs. Beside her were Qadira, Rolan, and Rou, all of them bristling with tension. But it was Sierra’s face that hit me hardest.

The second her eyes landed on us, her shoulders dropped. Not in disappointment. In relief, the kind that comes only after hours of pacing and worst-case imagining. "Finally," she breathed, barely audible.

"You made it back," Qadira added, sharper, more composed, but I caught the edge in her voice—the kind that comes from too many unanswered hours.

"We had to go off-grid," I said, stepping forward. "It wasn’t planned."

"That’s putting it lightly," Rolan muttered under his breath.

Rou said nothing, just stared hard at Freyr, like trying to assess if he was still intact. Freyr did not flinch under the scrutiny. He never did.

"I should be furious with you," Sierra said, her voice cracking just slightly. "But I’m too damn glad you’re both still standing."

Freyr glanced at me. I answered for both of us. "We’re here now."

Sierra moved toward us, slow at first, then faster until her hand landed firmly on my shoulder. "Don’t vanish on us again, Freyr," she said. "Not without warning. You have people who care. That counts for something."

Freyr, uncharacteristically, stepped forward and met Sierra’s gaze. "I needed the quiet. And he came with me."

Sierra studied him, and then she gave the smallest of nods. "Then next time, say that. Do not just disappear."

"We won’t," I said quietly. "Not again."

Behind her, Rolan muttered, "I’ll believe that when it lasts a full moon."

But before I could get a word out, Freyr’s voice broke through the tension, low and sharp. "The Moon Goddess spoke to Tor."

The room went deathly quiet, all eyes snapping to me. I felt their gaze like a weight on my skin, but I did not flinch. I looked to Freyr, meeting his steady gaze for a moment before turning my attention to the group.

"The full moon is coming," I started, voice steady, but the weight of the news pressed down on me. "We need to go back to Blood Stone Mountain."

Sierra’s brow furrowed. "You are sure? That place—"

"I know," I said, cutting her off. "The creature born of Ash Marcel is tied to the mountain. The Moon Goddess said that during the full moon, that creature will be weak. We must strike then."

The words hit the room like a stone sinking into deep water.

Qadira’s voice was low, sharp. "And the creature will be weak... then we kill it?"

"Exactly," I answered. "We kill it, and Ash Marcel’s grip weakens. That is when we will have a chance at Lord Marcel. Without the creature to shield him, it will be easier to take him out."

Sierra’s hands clenched, eyes narrowing. "You’re not saying this is going to be easy?"

I shook my head. "No. It will not be easy. But if we do not act, the creature’s power will only grow. And Lord Marcel’s control will be stronger. This is our chance."

Rou finally spoke up, his voice a low growl. "And if we fail?"

"Then we all die trying," Freyr answered, his voice cold but steady, as always. "But we won’t fail."

I nodded in agreement. "We go during the full moon. We kill the creature, then Ash Marcel. Lord Marcel will fall shortly after."

The weight of what we had to do settled over us all, but I felt a new sense of clarity. The Moon Goddess had given us a path. And we would walk it, even if it meant the battle of our lives. Sierra’s voice was softer, more resolute. "Then we prepare. Blood Stone Mountain will not give up its secrets easily."

"We never expected it to," I said, my tone hardening. "But we have to do this, and we’ll do it together."

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