Luna Aurora novel (Alpha Fenrir)

The moonlight cast an eerie glow over the forest as Cassian stood watch on the northern perimeter. The scent of pine and damp earth surrounded him, but his focus was entirely on the darkness beyond the trees. Nathan approached quietly, his wolf form shifting back as

he stepped out of the shadows.

"No movement so far," Nathan reported, his tone low. "The scouts confirm that Magnus's forces are still gathering at the mountain pass."

Cassian nodded, his jaw tight. "That doesn't mean we can let our guard down. They're waiting for something or someone."

Nathan frowned. "You think Fenrir's planning another attack?"

"Not just an attack," Cassian replied. "He wants to break us. And if Magnus is involved, it won't be subtle."

Nathan hesitated, then said, "Aurora's been asking questions about Magnus. About the kind of power he has."noveldrama

Cassian's expression darkened. "She doesn't need to worry about him. That's my job."

"She's stronger than you think," Nathan said. "But she's still grieving. If Magnus becomes a threat to her directly..."

Cassian didn't let him finish. "He won't get that chance."

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Back in the camp, Aurora was restless. The quiet of the healer's quarters felt suffocating, and she found herself wandering through the central grounds. The wolves she passed nodded respectfully, though their expressions were wary.

She reached the training grounds, where a few younger wolves were practicing under Iris's guidance. Iris waved her over, her smile bright despite the tension in the air.

"You look like you could use some fresh air," Iris said.

Aurora managed a faint smile. "Something like that."

Iris handed her a staff, the wood polished and worn from use. "Want to join us? It might help clear your head."

Aurora hesitated, then took the staff. The weight of it in her hands felt strange but grounding.

As she moved through the drills under Iris's watchful eye, a sense of clarity began to settle over her. Her movements were clumsy at first, but Iris's encouragement kept her going.

"You've got good instincts," Iris said with a grin. "You just need to trust yourself."

Aurora's chest tightened at the words. Trusting herself had been the hardest part since the loss of her mother and the twins. But as she continued the drills, a small spark of determination began to take root.

Later that night, Cassian returned to the camp, his presence heavy with exhaustion. He found Aurora near the fire in the main hall, her expression thoughtful as she stared into the flames.

"You're still up," he said, sitting beside her.

"I couldn't sleep," she admitted. "Too much on my mind."

Cassian nodded, his gaze fixed on the fire. "The pack's worried. They know Magnus is out there, and they know Fenrir isn't done with us."

Aurora glanced at him, her brow furrowed. "And what about you? What are you worried about?"

He hesitated, his jaw tightening. "Keeping everyone safe. Keeping you safe."

Aurora's throat tightened, and she looked away. "I'm not worth all this trouble, Cassian."

"You don't get to decide that," he said, his voice firm. "You're part of this pack. You're part of my pack. And I'll do whatever it takes to protect you."

His words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. Aurora turned to him, her heart aching at the sincerity in his eyes.

"Thank you," she said softly.