The rogue wolves stood still, their snarls fading into sad whimpers as the tall figure came out of the darkness. Moonlight lay across broad shoulders wrapped in a long black cloak. He moved with calm, careful steps, yet his presence made the ground feel heavy and mournful.
Nysera had never seen anyone like him.
His silver eyes held quiet authority, and the air around him pressed down so hard it made breathing feel difficult.
The rogue leader stepped back without meaning to.
“It… it can’t be.”
Another rogue lowered his head.
“The Beast King…”
A wave of fear passed through the pack.
Nysera frowned.
Beast King?
She had heard the name in bedtime stories whispered by the elders. They spoke of a Lycan ruler beyond the northern mountains, a warrior so powerful that no Alpha dared challenge him.
She had always thought he was only a legend.
The stranger stopped a few paces away.
His gaze moved across the rogues before resting briefly on Nysera.
For one quiet heartbeat, his cold expression softened.
Then it was gone.
“You have one chance,” he said, his voice deep and steady.
“Leave.”
The rogues hesitated.
The largest among them gave a forced laugh.
“There are ten of us.”
He bared his fangs.
“You are only one.”
The stranger did not answer.
Instead, he removed a single black glove.
Silver markings shimmered across the back of his hand.
The forest became silent.
Even the wind seemed to stop.
The rogue leader suddenly understood his mistake.
“Run!”
It was too late.
The stranger moved.
Nysera could barely see him.
One heartbeat, he stood before her.
The next, he was among the rogues.
A blur.
A crack.
A frightened scream echoed through the trees.
Within seconds, the rogues fled in every direction, abandoning the attack.
None of them dared look back.
The stranger did not chase them.
He only watched until the last scent disappeared into the night.
Silence returned.
Nysera stared at him, unable to speak.
He had defeated an entire rogue pack without transforming.
Who was he?
The stranger turned toward her.
“Are you hurt?”
She instinctively stepped back.
“I… I’m fine.”
“You are lying.”
His eyes settled on the bruises forming around her wrist, where the guards had dragged her from the pack.
Anger flashed across his face before fading.
“Who did this?”
Nysera lowered her gaze.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It matters.”
Something in his voice made her believe he truly meant it.
No one had ever sounded angry for her before.
She swallowed.
“My own pack rejected me.”
The words felt heavier once spoken.
“The Alpha rejected me before everyone.”
The stranger stayed silent.
He seemed to be studying her, not judging her.
Finally, he asked, “Your name?”
“Nysera.”
He repeated it quietly, as if testing the sound.
“Nysera.”
For reasons she could not explain, hearing her name in his voice did not hurt.
It felt… safe.
“I’m Draven.”
The name struck her like lightning.
Draven Ashthorn.
The Lycan King.
Every child knew that name.
Every Alpha feared it.
She stepped back again.
“You…”
Her voice trembled.
“You’re really him.”
“I am.”
“Why are you here?”
His gaze drifted to the silver crescent mark on her wrist.
Until now, it had always looked like an ordinary birthmark.
But under the moonlight, it began to glow.
A faint silver light spread across her skin.
Nysera gasped.
“What is happening?”
Draven’s expression changed for the first time.
Shock.
Then relief.
“So…”
He whispered.
“It was true.”
“The prophecy never lied.”
Nysera looked between the glowing mark and the mysterious king.
“I don’t understand.”
“You will.”
Before he could explain, a chilling howl echoed through the forest.
It wasn’t a rogue.
It wasn’t an ordinary werewolf.
Draven’s eyes narrowed.
“They’ve found us.”
From every direction, shadows moved between the trees.
Figures cloaked in black appeared one after another.
Each wore a crimson wolf emblem across its chest.
Draven stepped in front of Nysera, placing himself between her and the approaching strangers.
“Stay behind me,” he ordered quietly.
The leader of the newcomers smiled.
“So the rumors were true.”
His gaze fixed on Nysera’s glowing mark.
“After all these years…”
“We’ve finally found the Last Moonborn.”
Nysera’s heart pounded.
The Last Moonborn?
She had no idea what those words meant.
But from the deadly faces around her…
Her life had changed forever.
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