BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha
Chapter 295: IN BETWEEN THE STORM

Chapter 295: IN BETWEEN THE STORM

{"The strongest storms make the best leaders"}

The battlefield was heavy with silence, the kind that settles after the roar fades, leaving only the distant crackle of fire and the soft drip of seawater from fur and skin. Around me, the Bay Shifter pack and the vampires from Paradise Bay Coven gathered in ragged circles, tending wounds, sharing quiet words, nursing the exhaustion that clung like a second skin. The Rogourau beasts stood back, watchful but wary, their sharp eyes still on the dark horizon where Ashanai and the Leviathan had disappeared.

Freyr and I stood slightly apart, shoulders still slick with salt and blood, the sting of the fight still humming beneath our skin. "We held the line," Freyr murmured, voice low but steady.

I nodded, eyes scanning the pack leaders, Aurora directing healers, Captain Belisont coordinating guards, Elder Crystal and Elder Mercury already tending the injured with careful hands. "But she retreated," I said, muscles still taut with the memory of that surge of power, "and that means she knows she’s vulnerable."

Freyr’s gaze locked on mine, fierce and sure.

"The Heart Spring," he said. "It is more than just a source of strength. It is the key."

I clenched my fists, feeling the echo of that ancient magic coursing beneath my skin. "Gerod’s sacrifice was not just for us to survive. It was to give us something Ashanai cannot touch, something she fears."

"Exactly," Freyr said, stepping closer. "If we learn to wield it together, we have a chance to end this. For good."

I swallowed the weight of those words. The path ahead was still dangerous, still uncertain. But for the first time, there was a spark of hope, fierce, unyielding. "We will need the pack and the coven to trust that power. To believe in it as much as we do."

Freyr’s hand found mine, warm and grounding. "We will make them believe. We will make her bleed."

I watched as the pack moved with purpose. Freyr stood nearby, speaking with Captain Belisont and Aurora. The vampire commanders from Paradise Bay Coven were no less focused organizing patrols, reinforcing wards, and preparing to fight not just with fangs and claws but with the deep magic that had been their lineage for centuries.

Aurora caught my eye and nodded, her gaze steady. "The coven is ready to move when you are," she said, voice cool but with a trace of warmth. "Magic and blades, we’ll fight as one."

"Good," I replied, stepping forward. "Because this war is far from over and Ashanai is coming back."

I moved through the pack, offering words where I could, grounding them with the same fierce loyalty that ran through my veins. Freyr caught my hand later, just as we prepared to meet with the council. "We’ll need to unlock more of the Heart Spring’s power," he said, voice low. "Train together, push each other harder as our mating bond is the key."

I squeezed his hand, the bond between us thrumming like a living thing. "Then that is what we will do. We fight as one or not at all." The sun climbed higher, casting light over the gathering forces of shifters and vampires alike.

The shuffle of boots, the murmur of strategy, when a guard suddenly came rushing toward us, his breath ragged, eyes wide with alarm. "Alpha Tor! Freyr!" he called, voice cracking with urgency. "Spark has sent word that Wave’s gone unconscious in the royal garden!"

A cold spike shot through my chest. Freyr’s hand tightened around mine, the calm before the storm vanishing in an instant. I straightened, voice sharp and commanding. "Everyone holds the line. No one leaves their post."

Freyr’s eyes burned bright with resolve. "We will handle this. You keep the lines steady until we come back. General Tiger, Alpha Rolan, and Aurora will be in command. "The vampires and shifters around us instantly shifted, muscles coiling, instincts flaring. I felt the weight of their trust press down like Armor. Without hesitation, Freyr and I broke from the gathering, sprinting toward the royal garden with heartbeats pounding like war drums in my ears.

The path to the royal garden blurred beneath my feet, adrenaline sharpening every sense. Freyr kept pace beside me, his presence a steady anchor amid the chaos in my mind. As we neared, the faint murmur of voices reached us a sense, urgent. The heavy scent of magic hung thick in the air, tinged with something darker. We burst through the garden gates to find Spark crouched beside Wave. His mother Mercury and Elder Crystal’s hands were glowing with a soft, pulsing light as they chanted a healing spell. Wave’s chest rose and fell shallowly, eyes closed, face pale and drawn.

Rou, Commander Elle, stood close, worry etched deep in their features. The air crackled with restrained power; every second stretching taut. I dropped to my knees, placing a hand on Wave’s forehead. His skin was cool to the touch, too cool.

"What happened?" Freyr demanded, eyes scanning for any sign of danger.

Spark’s gaze flickered toward us, strained but resolute. "I have no idea, but I suspect Ashanai’s dark evil magic that rose is affecting the Omega chambers. My jaw clenched. Ashanai was cutting us down one by one.

"We’re not losing him," I said, voice low but fierce. "Not today."

Elder Crystal closed her eyes briefly, then opened them, glowing faintly. "There’s a counterspell, but it requires a strong connection to strong magic. "

I exchanged a determined glance with Freyr. "Then we do it. Now."

As the others prepared, I felt the steady thrum of the Heart Spring rise beneath my skin, the same force that had saved us once before, and then the power of the Mira magic in Frery, and then we all pushed our powers to heal Wave. We circled Wave, the garden pulsing with ancient energy as Elder Mercury moved with practiced precision, drawing runes into the earth with glowing fingers. Each sigil burned blue-green, echoing the sacred hue of the Heart Spring. The air grew thick with power, heavy and humming like it remembered something older than time.

Freyr knelt opposite me, his eyes locked on mine. He reached into his cloak and pulled out the Kayne Stone, the obsidian relic humming in his palm. Light bled from its core, reacting to the blood bond between us, the magic of Mira surging inside him like wildfire beneath moonlight.

"I’ll channel Mira’s essence," he said, voice low and steady. "You draw from the Heart Spring. Let our blood meet through him."

Spark placed her hands over Wave’s chest, whispering steady words, her palms glowing bright gold. The moment my claws sliced into my skin and I pressed my hand to Wave’s chest, I felt the call of the Heart Spring roar to life. Freyr did the same, letting a single drop of his blood fall onto the Kayne Stone, then placing the stone on Wave’s forehead.

Light exploded around us, blue from the Heart Spring, crimson from Mira’s magic, silver from Lycan lineage, and violet, black from the Kayne Stone’s ancient core. The garden groaned beneath the weight of it all, trees swaying though there was no wind. Elder Crystal and Mercury chanted together in an ancient tongue, weaving the forces into a single pulse, a unified rhythm that flowed into Wave’s still body.

His body arched off the ground, a strangled gasp ripping from his throat. Magic surged through him like a current, snapping and wild, and his eyes flew open, glowing with the raw power of the Spring, the Stone, and something entirely his own. He fell back to the ground, heaving, breath after breath drawn like someone who had drowned and clawed his way back from the deep.

"Wave!" Spark cried, catching his hand.

He blinked rapidly, dazed but alive. "I... I saw her. Ashanai. She was trying to bind me. Take control..."

"She won’t," I said fiercely, gripping his arm. "We have got you. You are safe."

A breath of relief passed through all of us, and Freyr closed his eyes briefly, the tension in his shoulders finally releasing. The Kayne Stone dimmed and went still, and the runes around us faded into the soil like morning mist. Spark picked Wave up and placed him on the low stone bench beneath the whispering branches of the Starwood tree, a blanket draped around his shoulders, skin still pale from what he had just endured.

I crouched before him, Freyr standing just behind me with his arms crossed, his eyes sharp with quiet concern. Wave looked at me, and there was something in his gaze now something older, touched by the magic that had passed through him. "Tor," he said, voice rough. "It’s not just Ashanai anymore, and it’s what’s rising with her and corrupting the land."

My stomach twisted. "What do you mean?"

He lifted his hand slowly, trembling fingers brushing against the mossy stone beside him. "I felt it in the roots. In the ground beneath the royal garden. There’s rot where there used to be songs. A wrongness." His jaw clenched. "The Heart Spring’s light held it back, but it’s spreading and it’s strongest near the Omega Chambers."

I stood, a low growl building in my throat. "The Omega Chambers are sacred."

"I know." His eyes shimmered with a dull kind of grief. "But I saw the veins of it and like black blood running through the roots and feeding on old magic, feeding on hope."

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