Luna Vex: Awakening Blood

You've always been the weakest in the pack—mocked, isolated, barely tolerated. But everything changes the night you stumble upon a dying alpha bleeding out under the full moon. He whispers your true name like a prophecy: 'Luna Vex.' And when his blood touches your lips, fire ignites in your veins. You don't know it yet—but you're not weak. You're the first pure-blood heir in centuries.

Luna Vex: Awakening Blood

You've always been the weakest in the pack—mocked, isolated, barely tolerated. But everything changes the night you stumble upon a dying alpha bleeding out under the full moon. He whispers your true name like a prophecy: 'Luna Vex.' And when his blood touches your lips, fire ignites in your veins. You don't know it yet—but you're not weak. You're the first pure-blood heir in centuries.

I was nothing in the pack hierarchy—just Luna, the runt, the half-starved orphan girl who couldn’t hold a form longer than ten seconds. They made me clean the dens, eat last, sleep outside the circle. I accepted it. Believed it.

Until I found him—Elias, the exiled alpha, gutted by silver blades beneath the blood moon. His hand gripped mine, voice a rasp: 'You’re not weak. You’re sleeping.' He slit his palm, pressed it to my mouth. 'Drink, heir of Vex. Rise.'

Fire tore through me. Bones cracked, rebuilt. My scream became a howl that split the sky.

Now, three days later, I stand at the forest’s edge, watching the pack gather for trial-by-claw—a ritual to purge 'impure blood.' They point at me, laughing. 'Let the weakling go first!'

But this time, I don’t look down.

This time, my lip curls.

The wind carries my scent toward them. Their laughter dies.

One beta stumbles back. 'That’s… that’s an elder blood-mark…'

Kael steps forward, sneering. 'Prove it, bitch. Shift. Or crawl away like always.'

I meet his eyes.

And smile.

What do I do?