<h4>Chapter 193: Luna’s Wisdom</h4>


    <strong>LUNA POV</strong>


    The ground beneath my feet disappeared.


    One second I was standing in our pack area, watching the Architect erase everything we knew. The next second, I was falling through empty space while reality copsed around me like a broken puzzle.


    "Aiden!" I screamed, grabbing for him as he fell past me. But my fingers caught nothing but fading air.


    This was all my fault. If I hadn’t been so jealous of Lily, so focused on getting power for myself, maybe none of this would have happened. Maybe I could have helped stop the Architect before he chose to destroy everything and start over.


    I crashed onto solid ground so hard my teeth rattled. Groaning, I pushed myself up and looked around. We were in some kind of gray space between worlds - not quite real, but not totally gone either. The other pack members were spread around me, all looking confused and scared.


    "Where are we?" little Jake asked, his dimensional glow flickering slightly.


    "I think we’re in a pocket dimension," Caleb said, helping Lily to her feet. "The Architect must have created it while he destroys our reality."


    "Great," Brock muttered, checking everyone for damage. "So we get to watch the end of the world from the worst seats ever."


    But I wasn’t listening to their talk. Something was worrying me about what the Architect had said before everything went wrong. He’d talked about creating new realities where love didn’tplicate things, where beings stayed in their right ces.


    That sounded exactly like something I would have said a few months ago.


    "He’s not evil," I said suddenly, making everyone turn to look at me. "The Architect isn’t trying to hurt us on purpose."


    "Luna, he’s literally destroying everything," Sarah pointed out.


    "No, he’s trying to fix everything," I argued, the pieces clicking together in my mind. "Don’t you see? He’s doing exactly what I was doing with the pack. He’s so scared of chaos and change that he thinks the only way to keep everyone safe is to control everything perfectly."


    Aiden frowned. "What do you mean?"


    I took a deep breath, feeling ashamed but knowing I had to exin. "Before Lily got her Triple Moon Mark, I thought I knew exactly how everything should be. I was meant to be Luna, marry one of you three, and lead the pack the way it had always been led. When that didn’t happen, I got angry because it meant things were changing in ways I couldn’t predict or control."


    "And?" Lily prompted gently.


    "And I made everything worse by trying to force it back to the way I wanted it," I admitted. "I worked with rogues, I tried to hurt Lily, I nearly destroyed our pack because I couldn’t ept that maybe the old way wasn’t the best way."


    The gray space around us flickered, showing glimpses of the Architect floating in the void where our world used to be. He looked tired and sad as he slowly built new realities - perfect little worlds where wolves stayed in neat categories and never surprised anyone.


    "He’s making the same mistake I did," I whispered. "He’s so afraid of things going wrong that he’s not letting anything go right either."


    "But how does that help us?" Tom asked. "Even if you’re right about why he’s doing this, we’re still stuck here while he remakes everything."


    I stood up straighter, feeling something I’d never felt before - not the desire to be in charge, but the need to help fix something that was broken.


    "We have to show him another way," I said. "When I was trying to control everything, you all stopped me by showing that change could be good. That working together was better than everyone staying in their assigned ces."


    "Luna’s right," Elder Iris said, nodding slowly. "The Architect has been alone for so long, making all the choices by himself. He’s forgotten that the best leaders don’t control everything - they help everyone find their own power."


    "But how do we reach him?" Caleb asked. "He’s out there destroying and remaking entire dimensions. We’re just a small pack of dogs."


    I smiled, remembering something Lily had taught me during our friendship. "Sometimes the smallest voices are the ones that need to be heard most."


    Before anyone could stop me, I closed my eyes and reached out with every bit of energy I had. Not to attack or rule, but to connect. To find the Architect in his loneliness and show him he didn’t have to carry everything by himself.


    "Luna, what are you doing?" Aiden asked quickly.


    "What I should have done months ago," I said, feeling my awareness stretch across the empty space between worlds. "I’m asking for help instead of trying to take control."


    My mind touched the Architect’s, and I felt his surprise. He’d been so focused on his perfect new worlds that he hadn’t expected anyone to reach out to him.


    Why do you call me? his voice rang in my thoughts. I am saving you from chaos.


    You’re running away from it, I answered gently. Just like I tried to run away from change in our pack.


    Change brings chaos. Disorder brings pain.


    Change also brings growth, I told him, sharing stories of how our pack had be stronger after everything fell apart. Yes, it’s scary. Yes, sometimes things go wrong. But when you try to control everything exactly, you stop all the good surprises too.


    I felt the Architect pause, and for a moment I thought I was getting through to him. But then his presence pulled away, and the gray space around us started to dissolve.


    "He’s not listening," I gasped, opening my eyes. "He’s going to finish destroying everything."


    "Then we fight," Brock said grimly.


    "With what?" I asked desperately. "We can’t force him to change his mind. That’s exactly the kind of thought that got us into this mess."


    That’s when I heard it - a sound that made my blood run cold. Laughter, echoing from somewhere outside our pocket realm. But it wasn’t the Architect’s voice.


    "Oh, this is perfect," the new voice said, dripping with cruel amusement. "The great Architect, so focused on his little rebuilding project that he doesn’t see the real threating."


    Through the walls of our gray room, I caught a glimpse of something that made my heart stop. Dark shapes moving in the space between worlds - creatures that looked like they were made of living shadow and hunger.


    "Who is that?" Lily whispered.


    Elder Iris’s face went pale. "The Devourers," she breathed. "The things that eat dimensions when they’re weak and unprotected."


    The horrible truth hit me like a punch to the stomach. While the Architect was busy tearing apart our world to rebuild it, he’d left everything vulnerable. And now the real monsters were moving in for the feast.


    "We have to warn him," I said hurriedly.


    "Why would he listen to us now?" Aiden asked.


    Theughter got louder, and I saw more shadow-creatures gathering outside our hiding ce. Soon, there would be nothing left to rebuild - not because the Architect had destroyed it, but because we’d all be eaten by something far worse.


    "Because," I said, my voice shaking as I understood what we had to do, "we’re about to be the only allies he has left."


    And in the distance, I heard the first Devourer begin to feed.


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