Filed to story: When The Moon Hides Crown
“Welcome to the death game, pup,” Jordan sneered, towering over me with a sick grin. “Hope you’ve said yourprayers.”
I met his eyes and smiled coldly, “I’ll still stick to the rules and let you live, boy.”
His face twisted in insult.
The fight started in a blur of movement. Jordan lunged, his fist aiming straight for my head.
“The tiny one dies today!” someone laughed in the crowd.
I didn’t spare them a glance.
I ducked his punch, my agility saving me, and countered with swift jabs – ribs, knee, ribs again – quick, surgical strikes. Smirks dropped when Jordan staggered, dropping to his knees and clutching his side.
A deadly hush fell.
Without hesitation, I kicked him hard in the head, sending him sprawling into the dirt.
A furious growl tore from his throat as he glared up at me, disbelief etched across his face. “You little fucker,” he spat, groaning as he dragged himself up. “Some skills for a newbie, huh? I’m going to crush you!”
There it was. I remembered I couldn’t afford to seem too skilled.
This time, as Jordan’s fist swung, I let it connect with my shoulder. The force made me stagger, and I grunted in pain. The crowd gasped, some smirking at what theythought was my weakness.
Jordan laughed darkly, advancing with renewed arrogance: “s that it, tiny bastard?”
“You don’t deserve everything l’ve got,” I replied flatly, meeting his gaze without flinching.
That humiliated him.
His eyes bled red, fury overtaking reason, and as he lunged, I sidestepped, grabbed his arm, and flipped him clean over my shoulder. He hit the ground with a heavy thud, the air rushing from his lungs.
Alphas watching from the sidelines were stunned silent.
Jordan groaned, struggling to rise, but I planted my boot firmly on his chest, pinning him down.
“Yield,” I commanded.
“You motherfucker,” he snarled, his body trembling. “You think you can defeat me?!”
His muscles bulged and bones cracked as he began to shift.
My stomach dropped. Shit.
I tensed, preparing to defend myself, when a dark blur moved between us – fast, lethal.
Ronan.His broad back faced me, muscles shifting under his shirt as he grabbed Jordan’s half-shifted wolf by the scruff and slammed him into the ground with a sickening crack. Not satisfied, Ronan hauled him up again and hurled him against a nearby tree so hard the trunk split.
Jordan didn’t move.
Gasps rippled through the crowd. I stood frozen, pulse pounding.
“No shifting allowed,” Ronan growled, voice like a storm rolling over the training grounds.
I forced myself to breathe, while watching Ronan handled Jordan like a broken doll – and all without shifting himself.
Alpha Instructor Gideon’s voice rang out, sharp and final. ” Alpha Jordan is expelled from the academy for breaking the rules.”
The world seemed to stop. My stomach twisted. Just like that? One mistake and he’s gone?
I Lifted my gaze, and Ronan was already moving toward me – a predator closing in.
I met his eyes and scowled. “Who said you could interrupt my fight? He was mine to finish.”
“Yours?” he echoed, tilting his head. His expression darkened, the sharp glint in his gaze dangerous. “Didn’t know it was that easy.””What?” I frowned, confused by his reaction.
Before I could demand more, Alpha Gideon spoke again, announcing the next trial in the background.
“The Hunter’s Trial: You wilt be both hunter and prey. The last ones to reach the finish line will be eliminated,” he paused, then added, “And whoever stands before you when the horn sounds is your prey.” The horn sounded the next second.
My mind blanked. Wait, what?
I slowly lifted my gaze to see who was standing in front of me.
Ronan.
His lips curved into a slow, predatory grin. He leaned in, voice a low promise against my ear.
“Don’t let me catch you, Seth Darven.”
SERAPHINA
The Alpha who’d set his eye on me from the very beginning, the one I wanted to keep as far away from me as possible, was now both my hunter and my prey.
But I, Seraphina, refused to be hunted. I would only become prey when it suited me.
The echo of the horn hadn’t even faded before I moved.
My pulse thundered in my ears as I bolted forward, shoving myself into the crush of Alpha hopefuls surging toward the forest. I didn’t spare a glance to see where Ronan stood. I didn’t have to. I could feel his gaze, sharp and cold, like the edge of a blade ghosting across my throat. A predator’s stare. A reaper’s mark.
Run. Run now.
I bled into the crowd, jostling shoulders, ducking low, my lean frame weaving effortlessly between the bulkier bodies of the male Alphas. I kept my head down, breath shallow, heart hammering against my ribs like it was trying to claw its way free. Every nerve in my body screamed to shift, to let my wolf take over-but I couldn’t.
If anyone looked too closely, if someone noticed the slender cut of my limbs, the unnatural grace in my stride, it would all be over.
I risked a glance over my shoulder.
Ronan
He had finally stepped into the crowd, moving with a slow, almost lazy gait-eyes locked on me. Every step he took was deliberate, inevitable. Like a storm rolling in.
Like a death sentence. The reaper he was rumored to be, clad in shadow and silent promise.
The pack of Alphas around me thinned fast as each broke away to begin their hunt. The evening air filled with snarls and shouted curses as bodies shifted into wolves, pelts flashing silver and black beneath the fractured moonlight.