BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha
Chapter 296: CLEANSING RITUAL

Chapter 296: CLEANSING RITUAL

{"I call my power back to me, I call my energy back to me, I call my magic back to me"}

Freyr stepped forward, his voice low but steady. "Then it is not just about stopping Ashanai. It is about healing the land."

Wave nodded. "If we do not, she will twist everything that binds this world. The chambers, the royal garden, and the Heart Spring are connected. She is attacking the bond that holds the realms of nature and magic together."

I stared past him for a moment, toward the blooming horizon, where the scent of battle still hung heavy in the air. My claws curled against my palms. "She’s trying to unmake everything from the inside out."

Wave’s voice broke slightly. "We have to protect the sacred places, or we won’t survive what comes next."

I turned to Freyr, who met my gaze without hesitation. "We need the moon goddess’s guidance. "

He nodded. "As planned "

I turned slowly, gaze sweeping the horizon beyond the Royal Garden, the sky had not changed, but something beneath it had. Like the sea had opened its eyes again.

"She’s stirring," I said aloud, my voice low but carrying.

Wave tensed on the bench; his eyes distant, already half-attuned to something only he could hear.

I moved to him, kneeling so we were eye to eye. "Wave."

He blinked, slowly coming back to me. "You feel her, too?"

"Like a storm coming through bone. She is not just rising, she is accelerating. Pushing faster, harder. We are running out of time." I reached for his arm, gripping it with quiet urgency. "I need you to connect to the Moon Goddess. Right now. We need her light, her knowledge. A way to slow Ashanai down. To stop her."

Spark’s hand curled protectively around Wave’s, but she nodded. "He is strong enough. I will keep him anchored."

Wave looked at me for a long moment. Then he closed his eyes, and the air pulsed. The garden shimmered faintly, like moonlight passing through water. I stepped back as the magic thickened, as Wave’s breathing shifted, and the air around him turned silver with reverence.

Freyr moved beside me, his voice a quiet thread in my mind. He is reaching her.

I nodded, heart pounding. I did not know what the Moon Goddess would reveal or how much time we had before Ashanai struck again. But I knew one thing. This was our last chance to understand the darkness before it consumed everything.

The garden darkened then filled with silver.

Moonlight poured from nowhere, draping the star-wood branches in a ghostly sheen. Every petal, every blade of grass, shimmered as though spun from frost. Wave’s eyes snapped open white, pupil-less, reflecting stars that were not in the sky.

When he spoke, his voice was layered Wave’s tenor threaded with something vast and ancient.

"Children of claw and flame, hear the counsel."

My breath caught. The Moon Goddess was here, and Wave’s back arched; silver mist ribboned from his mouth and wove itself into a living tapestry in the air. We all saw visions:

A black tide creeping through root-veins beneath the Omega Chambers, fanning out toward the royal garden exactly as Wave had warned. Ashanai, standing upon a drowned altar, her creature coils around her, feeding on that corruption like a dark heartbeat. Freyr and I, blades of water from the Heart Spring glowing along the edges, the Kayne Stone at the hilt; behind us, a circle of wolves and vampires ringed in moonlight.

The Goddess’s voice rolled through Wave again, soft as midnight bells:

"Ashanai festers where Life and Tide once met. Her poison coils in the sacred roots, slows the poison, and her rise falters. To cleanse the land, awaken the Heart Spring with moon-fire. Carry its water to the Omega Chambers. There, by silver rite, under the anchor; when it breaks, Ashanai will bleed."

The silver mist flared again, showing an argent sigil: a crescent cradling a droplet. Instinct told me it was the mark of the ritual.

"Wolf fang, and stone," the Goddess intoned. "Heart, moon, and blood. Unite them, and her reign will end."

The light dimmed; Wave sagged, Spark catching him. Stars fled from his eyes, leaving only exhaustion but he was conscious, breathing. Silence held us for a heartbeat, then Freyr’s hand closed around mine, warm and determined.

"We have a path," he murmured. I looked at the fading silver sigils hanging in the air and felt the Heart Spring answer inside my chest, steady, shining, resolute.

"Then we walk it," I said, voice rough but sure. "We’ll cleanse the Omega Chambers, rally our allies, and when the full moon rises, we’ll finish this on Blood Stone Mountain."

We moved towards the Omega chambers as the rest of the members of the pack remained on guard. The air inside the Omega Chambers felt wrong. Stagnant. Too still. Like the walls had stopped breathing. I stepped forward, Freyr at my side, Wave and Spark just behind. Roots curled along the stone floor, darkened and pulsing with a sickly green glow. The corruption had rooted deep, twisting the once-sacred ground into something cold, something foreign. It stank of rot and salt. The scent of Ashanai’s creeping poison.

Wave touched the stone threshold and flinched. "It’s like the land is screaming... but can’t make a sound."

"She’s poisoned the oldest roots," Freyr murmured, his fangs flashing as he bared his teeth. "But not for long."

I reached for him without thinking, my hand locking with his. Power surged immediately through our bond, warm and ancient, the pulse of the Heart Spring answering us. His vampire magic thrummed beneath his skin, Mira’s legacy glowing faintly at the edges of his eyes. The Kayne Stone glimmered on his wrist like a shard of frozen lightning. And through it all, I felt him.

We stepped into the chamber together. "Now," Wave called, kneeling in the centre with Spark, his palms braced against the floor. "Open the Heart Spring within. Let it rise through your bond."

I closed my eyes and reached, and it came like a tide. Warmth burst from my chest, the Heart Spring answering my call not just as a vessel, but as its guardian. I felt Freyr reach back, his power braided with mine, pulsing through our mating bond. Magic surged through the chamber, golden and silver threads weaving through the corrupted roots like veins of healing light.

Freyr’s voice was a whisper in my mind: "With you, always."

I opened my mouth and howled, not a battle cry this time, but a call of cleansing. A call to life.

Light exploded from us, and the floor glowed. The walls shivered. The sickly green rot hissed and recoiled as if burned. The roots straightened, colour returning as life reclaimed its place.

And then we heard a scream. It tore through the earth, high and inhuman. A thousand birds took flight from the forest beyond the cliffs. The water beyond the chamber boiled in rage.

Spark rose to his feet. "She felt that."

Wave looked at me, breathless but smiling. "It worked. The rot’s broken."

I let out a slow exhale, gripping Freyr’s hand tighter. "Then her death is coming."

Freyr looked toward the chamber’s entrance, eyes burning like twin suns. "Let her feel what it’s like to have her power torn away." I nodded, the fading corruption around us proof enough that we were getting closer.

The moment the last pulse of light faded from the Omega Chambers, I knew it was done.

The corruption was gone, and Wave and Spark stood shoulder to shoulder behind us, their auras steady, cleansed, as if the Heart Spring itself had sealed a new promise into the soil. Freyr’s fingers found mine again, grounding me, and together we turned and made our way back toward the Royal Garden.

When we stepped out beneath the open sky, it was like the land had been holding its breath and now, it finally exhaled. The moon hung low and full, more luminous than I had ever seen it, silver pouring down like a baptism over the entire Bay Shifter territory. The grass sparkled with dew that had not been there moments before. The trees stood taller, straighter. The air was differently charged, alive. Even the stars seemed to burn brighter.

"She’s watching," Freyr whispered. "The Moon Goddess."

"She’s guiding," I said, and together we broke into a sprint.

We tore down the hillside, through the now-glowing roots of the forest path, and burst through the tree line at the edge of the beachfront.

And froze when we spotted Ashanai.

But she was not attacking but she stood rooted in place, her form stiff, trembling, as if paralysed by something far beyond physical force. The waves that once rose behind her monstrous and dark had gone eerily still, frozen mid-rise as though the ocean itself was afraid to move.

But that was not what made my breath catch. It was the moonlight the light pierced her.

Silver beams arced through her translucent form, streaking across her shadowed limbs like sacred fire. Her mouth opened in a silent cry, and then... her army of creatures. The thousands she had brought with her.

They vanished, one by one, in pulses of smoke and dust, they disintegrated, ripped from existence as the moonlight washed over them. Not even one fell dead—they simply ceased. The sound they made in vanishing was like torn silk and whispered prayers. Ashanai twisted in place, her hands reaching for something but there was no escape.

Freyr exhaled beside me, stunned. "She’s being unmade."

"The moon is purifying her," I said, barely able to believe it. "Whatever connection we reawakened... the Heart Spring, the bond, the cleansing..."

"It’s reaching her," Freyr breathed. "Finally."

Ashanai stumbled back, her form flickering, distorted, like she could not hold her shape anymore. And I saw something, then something I had not expected. My beast surged forward, roaring with triumph in my chest. Freyr’s hand tightened in mine, his aura blazing like a living flame.

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