BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha
Chapter 267: RISE OF THE TIDE

Chapter 267: RISE OF THE TIDE

{"The wave paused, and then drew out again, sighing like a sleeper whose breath comes and goes unconsciously."}

We moved in silence, the path winding down through the whispering pines of Sagstone Mountain, our steps softened by the forest floor beneath us. The air grew warmer, laced with salt and sea, and ahead, I caught the shimmer of sunlight dancing on water.

We broke through the last of the trees and stepped onto the cliff ridge overlooking the shoreline. Below us lay the beachfront, usually calm, silver-blue, and cradled in the embrace of Bay Shifter lands. Waves churned, unnatural in their rhythm, rising higher, crashing down in furious bursts that soaked the sand and clawed at the stones. Foam seethed along the shoreline like breath from some sleeping beast that had begun to stir.

Beside me, Freyr stiffened. His fingers gripped mine tightly. "The sea shouldn’t be this wild," he murmured.

Spark stepped forward, his eyes narrow and glowing faintly. "It is reacting... to something. No storm. No moon pulls. This is coming from deep within."

Wave tilted his head, his face as unreadable as ever, but his voice was low and laced with certainty.

"It is her. Ashanai. She is waking up." A gust of wind swept across the cliffs, carrying a scent that was not of salt or sand but something old, hollow, and bitter.

Frey moved beside me, his expression grim. "The mountain confirmed it. She is buried deep beneath these waters and the ones that surround Hanka Island. And now, she is stirring." I felt the weight of Fenrith’s words settle like a stone in my chest.

"This time," I said quietly, "the danger is not coming. It is already here. In our home."

The waters below boiled again, sending a tall surge of sea spray high into the air, a silent scream from the deep and we stood together on that cliff Freyr, Wave, Spark, Rita, Flora, and me watching as the first shadow of the threat to come rose from beneath our very feet. The wind had not stopped howling since we reached the cliff’s edge, but it was Freyr’s voice that broke the silence first.

He stepped forward, his eyes locked on the seething ocean, his jaw set. "We need to go to Hanka Island," he said, tone steady but threaded with urgency. "Gerod needs to know. He is older than any of us. He will understand what Ashanai’s awakening means." His hand tightened on mine, and I felt the pull in his blood, the Mira magic twisting like a current inside him.

Wave did not turn his gaze from the waters, but his voice carried with the breeze.

"You are right. Gerod may hold answers we do not."

Spark stepped closer to Wave, nodding. "Then we will stay. Someone needs to watch over the Omega Sanctuary... fortify its boundaries. If Ashanai is truly after the Omega power, we cannot leave it vulnerable."

Wave turned then, facing us, and for a moment I saw the calm mask slip the glint of steel beneath serenity. "We will hold the line here. Whatever comes, we will not let the sanctuary fall."

Rita crossed her arms, her gaze flicking between us. "Flora and I will stay too. The mountain speaks to us. If it stirs again, we will know."

Freyr nodded, and his eyes found mine. "Then we leave at first light." His voice softened. "Time is no longer on our side."

I laced my fingers through his. "Then let’s not waste another moment."

We all stood there one last time, overlooking the sea that now churned with ancient threats. Each of us was bound to our duty, to this fight, to each other.

We finally got home, and the familiar creak of the front door felt like a small relief after the weight of everything we had faced. The Bay Shifter pack lands were peaceful, at least for now, and the sturdy walls of my home wrapped around us like a shield from the outside world.

Freyr dropped his bag by the hearth and ran a hand through his hair, his eyes shadowed but steady.

"Hanka Island..." he murmured, almost to himself. "It feels like the calm before the storm."

I nodded, closing the door behind us. The fire flickered, casting warm light on his face.

"It is more than that. Gerod is ancient and wiser than anyone I know. If Ashanai is stirring, we need his counsel. Hanka Island will be our future home, and we cannot let a mad wolf destroy it."

Freyr paced slowly across the room, his voice low but sure. "We have spent so long protecting Paradise Coven and Bay Shifter lands... but this threat It is annoying as I just wanted to spend peaceful days with you.

I stepped closer and reached for his hand, grounding him, grounding myself. "Oh, Frery, I am so glad you are here with me. "

His fingers tightened around mine, the hunger and hope in his eyes mingling in that quiet moment. "Me too, Tor."

I pulled him close, the heat between us a steady anchor. "Then we prepare. One step at a time."

Outside, the wind whispered against the windows, reminding us that even home is just a pause before the next battle. After a long, hot shower, the water running over me but failing to wash away the restless tension, I found Freyr in the kitchen. Quietly, he moved with his usual grace, preparing dinner as if it were some small acts of normalcy in the storm we lived in.

I leaned against the doorframe, watching him. When the meal was ready, we took it to the balcony in my room. The night air was cool, carrying a faint scent of pine and earth from the forest beyond. I ate as Freyr watched me, and once done, I opted to clear the plates and walked back with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

Sleep eluded u,s and the weight of the day and the days ahead pressed against my chest like a tide I could not push back. Freyr shifted beside me, the,n without a word, he pulled me closer until I was settled in his lap. The warmth of his body pressed against mine, grounding me like nothing else could.

His hands rested gently on my hips, fingers tracing slow circles as I leaned back against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. "This..." Freyr murmured, voice low and rough, "This is where I want to be. With you."

I closed my eyes, breathing in the night and the scent of him. The world outside faded away, leaving only us, the stars, and the promise of whatever we would face next together. I closed my eyes, letting the quiet hum of the night settle deep inside me. Then, unmistakably, I felt the pulse of the mating bond, steady and strong between Freyr and me. It throbbed beneath my skin, a tether pulling us closer in ways no words ever could.

Without hesitation, I shifted to face him, baring my neck, exposing the soft curve where his teeth belonged. Freyr’s eyes darkened with hunger and something tender, a fierce protectiveness that made my pulse race. His lips brushed my skin, cool and electric, before his fangs sank in gently. The warmth of his feeding flooded through me, both sharp and soothing, and I let out a low sound, part moan, part growl.

Freyr pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, a shy smile tugging at his lips. "Tor," he said softly, voice low and a little breathless, "your blood... it has become sweet. I cannot get enough of it. It is like a hunger I never want to satisfy fully."

Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I felt the burn of a blush spreading across my skin. I had not expected him to say that aloud but damn, it made my heart race.

Without thinking, I closed the small distance between us, capturing his mouth in a fierce, desperate kiss. Our lips met in a firestorm of need and relief, tongues dancing, breaths mingling, everything else fading into the background. I wrapped my arms around him tighter, deepening the kiss, wanting him to know just how much he meant to me, how much I wanted this, wanted him.

The wine sat untouched on the table, forgotten. Before I could even react, Freyr’s movements blurred faster than any human could see his hands on me, pulling me close with fierce need. In a heartbeat, I was in his arms, carried across the room, and laid gently on the bed. His fingers found the hem of my shirt, and with expert ease, he stripped it off me, then my pants, leaving me bare beneath his hungry gaze.

Freyr pressed his body to mine, heat radiating from him, his breath warm against my skin. The world narrowed to just us, the pulse of his heart against mine, and the wild promise of what was to come. As Freyr pressed against me, a familiar fire sparked deep within us, our beasts stirring, awakened together. His Kayne vampire essence melded with my Alpha Lycan spirit, a powerful fusion that filled the room with an almost tangible energy.

The air thickened, charged with magic pulsing between us like a living current. I could feel our bond, primal and fierce, binding us tighter than ever before. We were no longer just man and mate, we were something more, something ancient and unstoppable. Buried in the warmth of our merging power, the outside world faded away, leaving only the raw, intoxicating force of our shared magic.

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