The Lunar Queen Chapter 59

David POV

I was going to wait until Friday to attack, but my wolf is restless and wants our mate. It claws at me, pacing, agitated, like waiting is physically hurting it. So because war is unpredictable, I’m moving up my attack. I want her broken when I take her.

“Come to my office,” I link Jonathan.

Five minutes later he is walking in.

“Send a message to our people on standby, we strike tonight,” I say.

He looks at me for a moment, eyes narrowing just slightly like he’s weighing the risk, before nodding.

“Okay, why the change of plans?” he asks.

“I no longer want to wait.” My jaw tightens, impatience bleeding through. “Get everything ready. We move in twenty to Moonveil,” I say, standing to walk out the door.

“yes alpha,” he says, following behind me.

Twenty minutes later Jonathan and I, and a few more of my warriors that aren’t already there, shift into our wolves and make the journey to Moonveil.

Soon you will be in my arms, Lyric…

and this time, there won’t be anyone left to take you back.

Mason POV

Things have been great since Lyric and Winter left. Aria and I are expecting our first pup. My alpha ceremony is in two weeks. Tomorrow is Lyric’s coronation and we are leaving early in the morning to be there for that.

She told Hunter she has a surprise for him.

I’ve been finding myself missing her more than I care to admit to anyone. It creeps in at the worst times—quiet moments, empty rooms—like something is pulling at me from the inside.

I’m not sure what she did to me when she left, but it’s left a sense of emptiness in me like something is missing.

I try to think what it could be and I get nowhere. Every time I get close, it slips—like my mind won’t let me see it.

I’m sitting in the Alpha’s office thinking about what it could be when Hunter walks in.

“Mase, why you hiding in here?” he asks, closing the door.

He studies my face.

“you thinking about her again aren’t you?” he asks.

“I just want to know what she did to me,” I say.

He shakes his head. “Mason you have to let that go.”

I slam my fists on the desk. The wood cracks slightly under the force, splintering at the edge.

“I can’t—she took something from me and I want it back,” I say, frustration bleeding through.

“Whatever she took kept you alive. Cole would have killed you otherwise. Besides, we need to be focusing on the rogue king—she said he may attack here next or our mother’s old pack,” he says.

“if he attacks here we are ready,” I say, even though something in my gut twists like a warning I don’t understand, “but I need to see her and tell her to undo what she did.”

I stand and walk to the bar. I pour both of us a drink and sit back down—

—but that is short lived because we both get a link at the same time.

“ROGUES AND BEARS AT THE BORDER.”

The glass slips slightly in my hand before I slam it down.

We both jump up.

“Aria baby, we are under attack, get all the women and children you can into the safe rooms,” I link her.

“Okay my love, come back to me,” she links, her fear brushing against mine before the bond cuts off.

Then the alarm sounds, alerting all pack members of the attack.

Micah and Logan meet us at the front of the pack house.

“I thought we had more time,” Logan asks—

—just as houses start blowing up.

The ground shakes under our feet. Smoke hits my lungs. Screams cut through the air.

“Grab some warriors, check the houses, make sure everybody is out and in a safe room,” I say to Logan and Micah.

Hunter and I shift and head for the border.

Our parents are already there, in the thick of it.

Rogues and bears pile in from every direction.

I grab one by its neck and shake hard. He drops instantly.

Blood sprays across my muzzle—hot, metallic—but there’s no time to react.

I make quick work of a lot of the rogues.

I notice one sneaking up behind Uncle Donovan.

I run and grab him by his flank before he can reach him. He howls in pain and Donovan's wolf turns and nods. He clamps down on the rogue’s neck and snaps it.

Two more jump on him.

“They are targeting you. Where is Auntie Liz?” I ask.

He whimpers.

Because just as I ask—

we all feel it.

The exact moment her bond snaps.

Uncle Donovan and Hunter howl in agony.

The sound rips through the battlefield, raw and broken, forcing every wolf within range to feel it.

Uncle Donovan tears the rogue on his back off and rips his head off.

I bite down on the other’s underbelly and tear my head away and he drops.

We both take off in different directions just as another explosion comes from my left.

I run in that direction, taking out rogues as I go.

The warriors Cole sent run into the chaos just as another explosion erupts in town.

“Dad, where are the explosions coming from?” I link my father.

“I don’t know, son. I have warriors searching,” he links.

I see a pup running toward the pack house just as a rogue creeps up on him.

I charge. Kane roaring in my head.

We slam into its side.

The pup looks back—then bolts.

Kane slashes his paw across the rogue’s side. We bite down on its throat and snap its neck.

Another explosion goes off.

Kane howls in my head as we feel the bonds of our pack members break.

One after another. Too fast. Too many.

Running back into the fight—

We stop in our tracks.

Because something worse hits.

Beta Donovan’s bond snaps.

Silence hits for half a second—then the entire pack erupts.

Howls break out across the pack.

Hunter’s howl is louder than any of us. It cracks—grief, rage, disbelief all at once.

Kane growls. “we need to end this.”

We charge back in—but something feels off.

“Their retreating,” I link my father.

“Kill as many as you can. Keep one alive and lock him in the cells,” my father says.

I kill as many rogues as I can.

“Got one Alpha,” a warrior says.

“Something is off about this attack,” Kane growls.

“They targeted the Betas,” I say back.

Not random. Not chaos. Planned. Precise. Personal.

When we are sure they are off our pack grounds, we stand in the middle of town.

Houses destroyed. Blood and bodies everywhere.

Bears. Rogues. Warriors. Innocent pack members who couldn’t get out fast enough.

The smell of death hangs thick in the air. Smoke burns my lungs. The ground is soaked.

Hunter runs over, shifting back.

“They killed both of my parents,” he growls.

His voice is too calm. Too controlled. That’s what makes it dangerous.

“I will fucking kill that rogue king myself,” he snarls.

“This was deliberate. I told Uncle Donovan they were targeting him. When he killed one, two more appeared,” I say.

“My office. Now,” Dad links us both.