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The Rogue Spirit Who Shattered the Luna’s Crown

In a world ruled by the iron fist of the Lunar Council, a nameless rogue spirit awakens with a singular, violent purpose: to dismantle the divine hierarchy. After the Luna’s Crown is shattered during a ritual, the balance of werewolf society collapses into chaos. Forced into an uneasy alliance with a disgraced guardian, the spirit must navigate ancient blood feuds and lethal conspiracies to reclaim its lost identity before the moon fades forever.
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Chapter 2

Taking advantage of the shift change of the guards at the gate, I immediately bolted out. I knew which path led out of the pack territory the fastest and with the least people, and where the pack’s sacred meeting ground was.

The guard behind me shouted and gave chase, but I didn’t look back, sprinting straight for the tree that would let me scale the wall. I was almost there! My hand was already on the rough bark, but just as I was about to climb, I froze.

Not far away, two pack members were walking toward me, their faces pale with fear. In their hands, they carried old wooden planks, and on those planks were objects covered with white cloths. The blood staining the cloths was unmistakable, and the size of the objects underneath was all wrong.

Before I could move closer, the guard who had been chasing me grabbed me by the hair and yanked me back, slapping me hard across the face. “You little brat! How dare you try to run away in front of me?”

When she turned and saw what the two pack members were carrying, she frowned. “What is that?”

As if answering her question, a gust of wind swept through, lifting the corner of one of the white cloths. My vision went dark when I saw what was underneath.

“Ah! What is that thing?!” the guard screamed, but I lunged at her, sinking my teeth into her arm. How dare she scream like that. Those were my parents.

By the time the Alpha and his entourage arrived, I had already torn a chunk of flesh from the guard’s arm. “Alpha,” one of the pack members stammered, “this was delivered by someone we didn’t recognize. They also left a message.”

The Alpha’s brow furrowed, and his voice was cold. “What did they say?”

The pack member trembled. “They said… for you to watch your step.”

The Alpha let out a cold laugh. “Good. Very good. Now they’re trying to distance themselves? If this gets out, none of them will escape.”

He stormed off, clearly too distracted to pay attention to me, but his Luna gave me a long, calculating look before she left. Her Beta, Azalea Perry, immediately seized me and dragged me away.

Covered in blood, I still couldn’t believe what I had seen. It couldn’t be. It couldn’t have happened this fast. Even if someone was pulling strings behind the scenes, it wouldn’t have been this quick. It just wasn’t possible…

“Do you hate me?” The Luna’s voice cut through my thoughts.

She sat there, composed, clearly waiting for my answer. She knew that at thirteen, I was old enough to remember. Old enough to hold a grudge. And if this grudge festered, it could spell disaster for her in the future.

But the way she looked at me, so indifferent, made it clear she didn’t expect me to say much. Or perhaps, no matter what I said, she had already decided to eliminate me.

So I smiled. “Of course not. I’m grateful for everything you and the Alpha have done for me. I’ll never forget it.”

I kept my head bowed, my tone submissive. The Luna probably thought I was cunning, but the truth was, I wasn’t. I was just desperate.

When no one was paying attention, I yanked the necklace from my neck and drove the sharp pendant into her eye. “For everything you’ve done to my parents, I’ll make sure you pay double!”

Her scream echoed in the room as she clutched her eye, blood pouring between her fingers. I was tackled to the ground, someone’s boot pressing my face into the floor. But I didn’t feel the pain. All I felt was rage.

“If you don’t kill me now, I’ll make sure you regret it!” I shouted, my voice raw with fury.

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