The Last Moonborn

The forest sank into a crushing silence.

Nysera’s heartbeat pounded in her ears as the strangers emerged from the shadows. Their black cloaks rippled in the cold night air, crimson wolf insignias shining against the dark cloth.

There were at least twenty of them.

Every one of them was staring at her.

Draven moved a little, stepping between Nysera and the advancing warriors.

“Stay behind me,” he said without turning around.

His steady voice should have put her at ease, yet the tension radiating from him told a different story.

These were no ordinary foes.

The man at their head wore a faint smile.

“So the mighty Beast King guards the girl.”

Draven’s face stayed unreadable.

“You’ve entered Lycan territory.”

“We go wherever our master commands.”

The stranger’s eyes slid to Nysera’s glowing wrist.

“The mark has awakened.”

Nysera quickly covered the silver crescent with her other hand.

“What do you want from me?”

The man’s smile deepened.

“You don’t even know who you are.”

“I asked you a question.”

He gave a quiet laugh.

“You’ve spent your entire life thinking you’re nothing more than a weak omega.”

His words hit a nerve.

“But your blood carries the power of an empire.”

Nysera frowned.

“I don’t understand.”

“You will.”

He slowly pulled free a long silver blade.

“The Shadow Emperor has waited twenty years for this night.”

“The last Moonborn must die before the prophecy is fulfilled.”

Before Nysera could respond, the warriors rushed forward.

Steel flashed under the moonlight.

Draven moved like a storm.

His sword met the first strike with a thunderous clang that rang through the trees.

Another enemy attacked.

Draven turned aside and drove the hilt of his weapon into the warrior, sending him crashing into a tree.

Nysera could barely keep up with his movements.

He fought with astonishing precision, every blow measured, every step intentional.

Three enemies closed in around him.

Five more moved in.

Still, none could break through.

“Run!” Draven shouted.

Nysera hesitated.

“I can’t leave you!”

“You’ll only become their target.”

She bit her lip.

He was right.

Yet every instinct in her screamed not to abandon him.

A sharp whistle sliced through the air.

One of the attackers had slipped past Draven.

His blade was pointed straight at Nysera.

She went still.

Everything moved too fast.

The sword descended.

A violent force crashed into her side.

Draven had thrown himself between them.

The blade tore across his shoulder instead.

Blood soaked his black coat.

“Draven!”

Fury flashed in his silver eyes.

A low growl rumbled in his chest.

The ground shuddered.

The moon seemed to shine brighter than before.

Silver light enveloped him.

His muscles tightened.

Bones shifted beneath his skin.

Nysera stumbled back in stunned disbelief.

She had heard tales of Lycans.

No one had ever seen one transform.

Not until now.

The air burst with power.

Towering over them all stood a massive silver wolf.

His eyes held the same piercing silver she had seen only moments ago.

The attackers’ confidence disappeared at once.

“The Lycan King…”

“Retreat!”

It was too late.

With a single earth-shaking roar, the enormous wolf surged into the battlefield.

The enemies broke apart in panic.

Within moments, those still standing vanished into the darkness.

Only silence was left behind.

The huge wolf turned toward Nysera.

For an instant, fear held her frozen.

Then she noticed something unexpected.

His eyes were not filled with rage.

They were full of concern.

The silver light around him gradually faded.

A moment later, Draven stood before her again, breathing hard.

Blood still seeped from the wound on his shoulder.

“You protected me,” Nysera whispered.

“I couldn’t let them take you.”

“But why?”

His gaze fell on the glowing crescent on her wrist.

“Because your life is bound to the future of every kingdom.”

Nysera shook her head.

“I don’t even know what that means.”

“You will.”

He reached into his coat and took out a worn silver pendant engraved with the same crescent moon as the mark on her wrist.

“I’ve been searching for the owner of this pendant for years.”

He placed it carefully in her palm.

The instant her fingers touched the metal, the pendant flared with brilliant silver light.

Ancient symbols surfaced across its face.

The ground beneath them started to tremble.

Far away, hidden beyond the northern mountains, enormous stone gates slowly opened for the first time in centuries.

Deep within the forgotten Moonborn Kingdom, an ancient voice echoed through the vacant halls.

“Our Queen…”

“…has finally awakened.”

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