Lunara’s POV
I sat beside Killian’s cot in the Healers‘ tent on the fourth day, praying to the Moon Goddess that he would wake up today.
The earthy scent of crushed herbs and poultices lingered in the air, but I was growing sick of it. My back ached from the stiff wooden chair, and my heart from watching him lie so still. But I wouldn’t leave. I couldn’t. Not until he opened those storm–gray eyes.
A soft rustling near the entrance made me turn sharply. I expected a pack healer or maybe Enzo returning from patrol. But instead, my blood ran cold.
Ashira. She stepped through the flap of the tent in a white healer’s robe, but her eyes were anything but sane. They glowed unnaturally bright, and a crazed smile curled her lips.
“Hello, sister,” she crooned, and something about her voice was unhinged.
My body tensed, instincts screaming. She moved closer, and in her hand shimmered a silver–bladed dagger–blessed to kill our kind without a sound. My wolf stirred within me, panicked. “What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice low.
Ashira’s eyes flicked to Killian. “Finishing what I started. I’m here to kill you, dear sister,” she said, grinning like a feral wolf.
My breath caught. She was here to end me.If I screamed, she’d plunge that dagger into my chest. If I lunged, she’d do the same. I froze, trying to calculate. My wolf begged to shift, but we were in sacred healer grounds, and any sudden move could be fatal.
Before I could react, another presence entered the tent.
Ronan.I blinked. He stood tall, dark robes swirling, a matching dagger gripped in his hand–this one pointed at Killian.
My heart crashed into my ribs.
‘Ashira,” Ronansaid firmly, his eyes sharp. “Put the blade down.”
Ashira’s smile turned mocking. “Oh, spare me. You’re not my Alpha.”
‘I said put it down,” he snarled.
She tilted her head. “Still obsessed with her, aren’t you?” she sneered, gesturing to me.
Ronan’s jaw flexed. “She’s mine.”
recoiled in disgust.
Ashira laughed darkly. “You’re pathetic. You want to kill my mate, and you expect me to spare yours?”
‘He took everything from me!” Ronan Roared. “The title, the pack, her!”
My blood ran cold. So this was about power. Vengeance. Possession.
Ashira growled. “You don’t get to decide what happens to her. That’s my right.”
‘No,” he said. “She belongs to me.”
Ashira’s lip curled. “Then we have a problem.”
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The air charged. Then–SLASH.Two gasps rang out at once. Blood splattered across the tent wall.
I stared in shock.
Ronan Stumbled back, blood gushing from his side. Ashira let out a strangled cry, her hand pressed to her gut.
They had struck each other at the same time.
Both collapsed to the ground, twitching, growling weakly. The silver daggers clattered from their hands.
My mind whirled. Everything had happened too fast.
And then–A low, raspy chuckle behind me.I turned so fast I nearly tripped.
Killian. His silver eyes were open, glinting with tired amusement.
“Wow,” he croaked. “That was… unexpected.”
Tears sprang to my eyes as I rushed to his side. His hand was still weak, but warm. Alive.
“You’re awake,” I whispered, gripping his fingers tightly. “Thank the Goddess. I thought- My voice broke.
He nodded slightly, eyes scanning the tent. Ashira was wheezing, her limbs twitching. Ronanwas gasping, hand reaching toward me weakly, his eyes begging.
Killian turned back to me, one brow raised. “Do you want to call the healers?”
I looked at him, then at the traitors bleeding out on the floor. Ashira’s eyes met mine–burning with hatred and bitter envy, Ronan’s were pleading.
I took a slow breath. “Do you want to?”
Killian studied me for a moment. Then he smirked faintly. “No.”
I nodded. “Me neither.”
‘Good girl,” he whispered.
And so, we sat in silence, hand in hand, as the traitors took their final breaths on the healer’s Floor.Minutes later, the tent flap burst open. Enzo stormed in with two warriors, all bristling with
Dower.
‘What the hell-?” he started, then stopped short. His eyes widened as he took in the scene: Killian awake, Ashira and Ronan in pools of their own blood.
Killian gave him a tired shrug. “Let’s just say they handled each other for us.”
Enzo let out a low whistle. “Damn.”
barely heard him. All I could focus on was Killian–awake, alive, and safe. The weight that had been crushing me for four days finally lifted, and emotion overtook me.
‘You scared the hell out of me,” I whispered, tears spilling freely now. “Four days, Killian. I hought I’d lost you.”
His smile softened. With effort, he lifted his hand and cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing my
ears away.
‘Hey,” he murmured. “I’m here.”
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I sobbed once, then leaned forward. “I love you.”
He pulled me into a slow, tender kiss, his scent surrounding me like a warm blanket.
“I love you too, mi amore,” he whispered against my lips. “Always.”
Behind us, Enzo cleared his throat loudly. “So… should I leave, or are we doing a mating ceremony right here?”
I laughed for the first time in what felt like forever.
Killian snorted. “Just get someone to clean up the mess.”
“You heard the Alpha,” Enzo said to the warriors. “Dispose of the traitors.”
As they moved to remove the bodies, I didn’t look. I didn’t care. All that mattered was that Killian
was awake. He was mine. And he loved me.
THE END.
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