Fleeing Moon

Elnette Pretorius Fantasy

Lena, the fierce and loyal warrior of the Ross pack, stood at the edge of the dense forest, her heart heavy with a storm of emotions. Her sharp, green eyes gleamed with pain and confusion as she tried to make sense of the chaos that had unfolded around her. The moon hung high in the sky, casting an ethereal glow on her dark hair. but the light that should have illuminated her path now felt like a mockery. Her world had been shattered in the span of a single night.
The Alpha, the leader she had sworn her life to, had been found dead, brutally murdered under mysterious circumstances. His body was discovered in his private quarters, blood staining the floor beneath him. The scent of his death still lingered in the air, a bitter reminder of the betrayal that had taken place. But to her horror, she was the one blamed. The pack’s loyalty turned against her in an instant. Whispers echoed through the city.
Lena had killed the Alpha. Her strength, her unwavering loyalty, her history as one of the most trusted warriors—all of it crumbled in the face of such an accusation.
But she didn’t kill him.
Her mind raced, trying to grasp at any shred of evidence, any sign that could prove her innocence. The only thing she could remember clearly was the piercing gaze of Marcus, the Alpha’s son, as he stared at her with a mix of disbelief and fury.
Marcus—her once closest ally, her love—now looked at her as though she were a stranger, his trust shattered. The bond they had shared, the quiet affection between them, was now poisoned by the accusation.
Lena had always been loyal to the pack, had always been by the Alpha’s side, protecting him, keeping him safe. She had never imagined that she would be the one to fall under suspicion. She had trained for years in the art of battle, honing every skill to protect her people, but now, she found herself a fugitive. The weight of the injustice was suffocating, but what hurt more was the look in Marcus’s eyes—the son of the Alpha, the one person who had always understood her. But now, she was the enemy in his eyes.
Marcus’s grief over his father’s death was raw, but it was his fury that consumed him. He was the rightful heir to the Alpha title, and the betrayal of his father’s murder—the possibility that one of his packmates, someone he had trusted, was responsible—cut deeper than any wound. The pack was in turmoil, and with no clear answers, Marcus had one priority: vengeance. His gaze, darkened by rage, fixated on Lena. She was the prime suspect, and if the pack had to follow his lead, they would hunt her down.
Would he be able to end her, or would the lies and secrets reveal themselves before it would be to late.
Would he kill the very person he was meant to be with.

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