The Alpha's Unwanted Luna (by Miss L) novel Chapter 468

109 - Elara

This is unlike anything my father and mother ever talked about when they spoke of protecting the pack at all costs. My awareness is single minded and scattered all at the same time. I can feel Ben next to me fighting off anyone that is coming at my flank, Jax and Dev are not far off on my other side protecting their casting companion while pushing forward. I can feel the ground beneath me tremble and shake and I know, instinctively, that it isn’t the wolves around us causing the tremors. It’s Brianna pulling her nature magic up from the source of the earth.

I know everyone is doing their best to keep these rogue wolves alive, while simultaneously keeping themselves alive. The frustration and strain is running through the pack bond, the effort might be what kills us all. Copyright ©️ 2025 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions

“Brianna! Is there a way to subdue these wolves? Something my pack members can do. This fight is going to be a slaughter if we hold them back only to tire out.”

She says nothing, but a gust of wind blasts through the trunks of the trees we are running through. A large tawny wolf comes my way, barreling with his head down. His eyes are a glazed over, red and glassy. I pick up speed. This asshole won’t get anywhere near my mate or pack. The frustration that has been simmering under my skin for years, bubbles up. The growl comes out of nowhere, coursing up my throat like a pstunami, magnified across the clearing. The wolf charging me stumbles for a brief instant, he shakes his head and continues his course. This time his eyes are flickering from red to brown. He’s in there and still choosing this fight. My blood boils hotter. I try to keep my focus on everything around me, but the hatred I feel is consuming.

We crash together in a heap of claws and teeth. I feel Ben’s fear lick acorss our bond. I try to let him know that I am okay, I want this, need this. I need to prove to myself that I can protect this pack, that I can wield this immense power that I don’t understand, that I have the right to the trust given to me by this coven.

This wolf is fast, unnaturally so. I open my link to give my pack my observations. As disjointed as they are I want my fighters to have all of the unfiltered information I can give them. I rear up on my hind legs, driving my claws in the rogues chest. Even the deep gashes are not slowing his advance. I can feel my friends engage in their own battles around me. The shriek of pain is what pulls me out of my single minded focus. It is blood-curdling and terrified. I waste no time. My wolf rips the throat out of our opponent so we can turn to tend to the witch in pain.

“So much for trying to save them.” I grumble at my wolf as we stalk throught the other pairs of fighters.

“You said it yourself. This one is choosing to fight, not forced. He deserved to die. There!”

I see legs sprawled on the ground, but the rest of the body is obscured by a pair fighting. I know those legs. We shift, and run to her.

“Marietta! What happened?” I yell over the din. Her dress is torn and there is blood all over it, but I can’t tell if it’s hers or not.

“One of them got a claw in me. I think there is something on them, let everyone else know.” She grunts through gasps of pain.

She keeps trying to sit up, but I push her back down. The worst of the blood seems to be coming from her side. I grab the fabric and tear it more so I can see the injury. I am no healer, but this is really bad. “What can I do?” I ask, stupidly.

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