I Am His Wolfless Luna Chapter 184

Aria's POV

The world exploded into chaos around me as Cassandra burst forth from within, my transformation complete in seconds. Through her eyes—our eyes—the battlefield shifted, scents and sounds intensifying as my wolf form took over. The silver-white fur along my spine bristled with rage, my massive paws digging into the earth as I launched myself toward the nearest rogues.

The thought of our children in danger ignited something primal inside me, a maternal fury that transcended human thought. These rogues threatened my cubs. Time seemed to slow as I tore through their ranks, claws and teeth finding purchase with deadly precision. Blood filled my mouth, metallic and hot, as I ripped out a throat without hesitation.

*Our pups,* Cassandra's voice resonated within our shared consciousness. *We protect.*

Three rogues surrounded me, attempting to coordinate their attack. One lunged from behind while another feinted to my side. A rookie mistake. I twisted with supernatural speed, my teeth closing around a wrist before I slammed the attacker into his companion. Bones cracked satisfyingly as both went down.

Through the chaos, I spotted Ethan—Felix—his massive black form a destructive force cutting through the battlefield toward Victor. His roar shook the very air, leaves trembling on nearby trees as the Alpha's fury announced itself. I'd never seen him fully transformed in battle before, and the sight was both terrifying and magnificent. Where he passed, rogues either fell or scattered.

*To our mate,* Cassandra urged, our thoughts perfectly aligned.

I bounded after him, leaping over fallen bodies and dodging attacks with fluid grace. A female rogue with matted hair jumped in my path, her claws slashing toward my face. I ducked, then surged upward, catching her under the jaw with enough force to snap her head back. She crumpled without a sound.

"Alpha!" David's voice reached me from somewhere to my right. "The Silver Moon reinforcements have arrived at the compound! They're defending the perimeter!"

Relief washed through me, though it didn't diminish my rage. Lucas and the twins had protection, but these rogues—these monsters who dared threaten my family—would still pay with their blood.

Ahead, Ethan had nearly reached Victor, who had finally drawn his own weapon—a wicked blade that gleamed unnaturally in the sunlight. Silver-edged. The coward hadn't even transformed, preferring to let his followers take the risk while he remained safely above the fray. But now, with Ethan charging toward him, Victor's composure faltered. Fear flashed across his features before hardening into determination.

"You're just like your father," he shouted, brandishing the blade as Ethan—Felix—leapt onto the platform. "Too stupid to know when you're beaten!"

Ethan's massive paw swiped at him, claws extended, but Victor was surprisingly agile for his age. He dodged, the blade slicing through the air where Ethan's throat had been seconds before. The two circled each other, predator facing predator, the family resemblance between them unsettling even in this moment of violence.

I was almost there, just a few more bounds, when movement to my left caught my attention. A familiar scent hit my nostrils, stopping me in my tracks.

Emma.

A familiar silhouette slinking along the battlefield's edge. Every sense immediately heightened as I recognized her scent through the chaos. Her trembling hands gripping what appeared to be a gun, using the fighting as cover while her gaze locked onto Ethan's exposed back as he faced Victor.

A cold rage washed through me, more controlled yet somehow stronger than the hot fury of battle. Cassandra growled deep within our shared consciousness as I changed direction mid-stride, my massive paws finding purchase in the blood-soaked earth.

I bounded toward her, silver-white fur catching sunlight as I closed the distance between us. Her eyes widened with terror when she spotted me charging.

"No!" she shrieked, abandoning her position and scrambling backward.

I leapt, jaws open, but she threw herself behind a fallen tree trunk with surprising agility. My teeth snapped on empty air as she scrambled away, dropping the gun in her panic. She half-ran, half-crawled toward the tree line, looking back over her shoulder with naked fear in her eyes.

I prepared to pursue when a pained roar cut through the battlefield noise. Ethan!

I whipped around to see him struggling against Victor. The platform beneath them had collapsed, and they now fought amid splintered wood. Blood darkened Ethan's fur where Victor's silver-edged blade had sliced across his shoulder. The wound wasn't fatal, but the it was already affecting him—his movements growing fractionally slower while Victor pressed forward with renewed confidence.

*Mate first,* Cassandra's voice resonated within me.

Emma disappeared into the trees as I bounded toward Ethan and Victor. I would find her later—she couldn't hide forever. But right now, my Alpha needed me, and together we would end this threat to our family once and for all.

I approached from behind, silent despite my size, using the debris from the collapsed platform as cover. Victor was so focused on Ethan, so certain of his impending victory, that he didn't sense me until I was already in motion.

My powerful jaws clamped around his blade arm, crushing bone and sinew with a single bite. Victor's scream split the air as the weapon clattered to the ground. I released him with a violent shake, sending him sprawling toward Ethan, who slashed across his chest with razor-sharp claws.

Blood sprayed across the soil as Victor stumbled backward, one arm hanging uselessly at his side, the other pressed against the deep gashes Ethan had opened across his torso. For the first time, true fear flooded his features as he realized he faced not one Alpha, but two.

"This was between us," he spat at Ethan, blood flecking his lips. "Family business!"

I growled low in my throat, circling to cut off his retreat. *We are his family now,* Cassandra's thoughts merged with mine.

Ethan's massive form shifted, human features emerging even as he maintained the lethal claws and fangs of his partial transformation.

I maintained my wolf form, moving to flank Victor from the other side. He spun between us, panic building as he realized he was trapped. The battlefield around us had grown quieter, the tide turning decisively against the rogues as our combined forces gained the upper hand.

"Wait," Victor pleaded, his arrogance evaporating as death stared him in the face. "I can give you Emma! She has connections, information about other packs planning to move against you!"

"Emma's already captured," I projected into his mind, enjoying his shock at hearing Cassandra's voice directly in his thoughts. "And her fate is sealed."

Victor looked wildly between us, then suddenly lunged for the fallen silver blade. Ethan was faster, his clawed hand closing around Victor's throat and lifting him off the ground with terrifying ease.

"For my father," Ethan growled, "and for every life you've threatened—"

Victor's legs kicked uselessly in the air, his remaining good hand clawing desperately at Ethan's grip. His eyes bulged as Felix's rage channeled through those powerful fingers, slowly crushing his windpipe.

I shifted seamlessly back to human form, picking up the discarded silver blade. "Together," I said, meeting Ethan's eyes. This wasn't just his vendetta—Victor had threatened our entire family.

Understanding passed between us. Ethan adjusted his grip, exposing Victor's chest while keeping him immobile. In one fluid motion, I drove the blade into Victor's heart.

A wet gasp escaped him, eyes widening in shock and pain. Then, finally, Victor went limp, decades of hatred and bitterness extinguished in an instant.