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Still His 72

    <b>Chapter </b><b>72 </b>


    Third Party Point of View:


    Luca limped through the darkened woods, pain radating from every inch of his tom body. Blood chisted along his ribs, and one of his arms hung at his side. The wind canied the stench of bunt rogues and ash, a reminder of the chans he’d unleashed- and let control over


    But it wasn’t Francesco who had turned the tide.


    Eine


    He clenched his jaw, the memory of her glowing form etched into his vision like a curse.


    A Moon Woll


    A creature out of myth and nightmare.


    He had heard rumors–whispers of her strange power, the inherited remnants of that sted witch. Anastasia. He had even dismissed them, once scoffing at the idea of such legacy surviving in that timid girl who had once merely been the background in Francesco’s orbit


    But tonight, <b>everything </b>changed.


    She had emerged like <b>a </b>divine punishment. A streak of silver fury. The <b>Moon </b>Wolf with a watch’s soul.


    And she had ruified everything


    His pack–ughtered.


    His alles–scattered.


    His pride–chattered.


    He copsed against the <b>trunk </b><b>of </b>a tree, panting, His fingers reached into the hidden pocket in his torn <b>vest</b>, <b>pulling </b>out a small vist dose of


    scent–masking potion<b>. </b>


    Without it, he wouldn’t survive another hour. Francesco would find him. And this time, there would be no escape


    He uncorked the vial with trembling fingers and downed it. The liquid seared his throat, burning like fire. Within seconds, his scent vanish by the forest.


    He could feel the panic of his surviving warriors as they stumbled behind him. Idiots. Most of them would be caught before <b>dawn </b>


    But hot him


    The one with a n


    He forced himself upright, gritting his teeth against the pain. Somewhere deep in the forest was a hidden nujn–his final sanctuary. An ancient structure veiled by enchantments, protected by blood seals and illusion. A ce even <b>Francesco </b>didn’t know about


    He made it there just as his legs gave out. The door creaked open on its own, responding to his presence. He dragged himself inside and copsed onto


    the stone floor.


    Minutes passed or hours.


    He did care


    When his head finally cleared, he is and walked in the back wall, bredking kolde vines teal hiddenpartimant. Behind its the <b>r </b>greatest failure—and now, his greatest opportunity


    The Forgotten Poison


    He stared at the mall ss vial, its contents a swirling mixture of red and ck. The test time be used it, it had been meant for Francesco Meldeta ine blood, masked with magic Designed to wear down his senses, cloud hit judgment, mada his instincts


    had almost worked.


    Until she interfered


    ine had unknowingly sabotaged it. Her presence, her closeness, had disrupted the magie’s effectiveness. Something about her energy, her purity, her bond with Francesco – at had shaded bin


    Luca had learned his lesson


    it he wanted the poison to seed.


    It would be aimed at her.


    Не


    this time it wouldn’t be aimed at Francesco.


    elited the vial, watching it shimmer in the low light. “A Moon Woll and a witch,” he muttered. “No wonder she survived the first attack


    His lips curled into a twisted smile. “But let’s see how long youst once your mind begins to turn on itself”


    He could already picture it–Eine growing distant, paranoid. Her trust in Francesco crumbling. Her <b>loyalty </b>fraying.


    <b>And </b>when the bond weakened<b>? </b>


    He would be there.


    To offer understanding.


    To offerfort


    To exploit the crack and drive a wedge so deep Francesco would never recover,


    He would turn her against him.


    And Francesco would suffer


    Not through death.


    But through the slow, agonizing loss of the one person who gave his life meaning


    Luca ran a finger down the side of the <b>vial</b>.


    “Yes… I don’t want your death anymore, Francesco. I want your destruction. And I’ll use her to do it.”


    He tucked the poison away, lips still curled in a cruel smile.


    “Soon.


    The forest was quiet


    But darkness had began to move.


    Go back to ine point of view


    I was already past one o’clock when I finally stirred awake.


    Soft sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a golden hue across the room. The scent of pine, clean linens, and something faintly masculin surrounded me familiar, calming. It was his scent. Francesen,


    I blinked slowly, groggy, my body still sore but warm under the thick covers. Each limb felt heavy, not from pain, but from deep exhaustion. The kind that follows a storm.


    For a long moment, I didn’t move. I simplyy there, listening to the faint sounds beyond the window–birds chirping distantughter, the rustle of leaves stirred by the wind. Peace.


    But my mind wasn’t ready for peace.


    Memories surged like crashing waves–jagged and overwhelming. The rogues. The blood. The earth vibrating beneath my paws. My first shift. The power that tore through me, wild and uncontroble. Mika’s voice–strong and furious–howling into the night.


    <b>And </b>then… Francesco.


    I turned slightly, my hand searching instinctively for the warmth I’de to rely on The space <b>beside </b>me was empty Cold. His arm–wrapped around me for most of the night–was gone. The imprint on the sheets had <b>already </b><b>faded</b>.


    Alpha duties. Of course


    A soft kock broke the <b>quiet</b>.


    Before I could answer, the door opened and in swept Audrey, Maria, and Monica, like sunlight bursting through the clouds. Audrey’s grin was bright, her excitement barely contained.


    “When I heard movement<b>, </b>I knew it was time,” she said with <b>a </b>triumphantugh


    Behind her, Maria pushed a cart stacked high with food–warm bread, roasted chicken, creamy soup, fresh fruits. The delicious scent hit me like a wave, and my stomach growled in <b>betrayal </b>


    “Well, someone’s hungry,” Monica teased gently <b>as </b>she approached. “How are you feeling?”


    I sat <b>up </b>slowly, wincing slightly at the soreness that still lingered in my muscles. “I’m okay,” I said honestly. “Stronger, I guess.”


    “That’s <b>because </b>your human side finally connected to <b>your </b>woll,” <b>Audrey </b>said, beaming with pride. “And not just any wolf–the white wolf” She helped me out of <b>bed </b><b>and </b>guided me to the nearby couch, where <b>Maria </b>was already setting the table.


    “People are still howling your name in awe. You should’ve seen the pack this morning–everyone’s buzzing”


    I gave her a shy smile and murmured a thank–you to Maria, who beganying out tes like a proud mother hen.


    Alpha Francesco also told me,” Maria <b>said </b><b>as </b>she get down a steaming bowl of <b>soup</b>, “that the burial ceremony for the ckpine Pack was this morning.


    I paused, heart twisting


    Our old pack


    “I know,<b>” </b><b>I </b><b>said </b>softly, it <b>means </b><b>a </b>lot. What <b>Francesco </b><b>did</b>…<b>it </b>mattered. It’s the least we could do for them<b>.</b><b>” </b>


    Maria nodded, her voice thick with emotion. “They were our people


    “They still are,” I whispered. “Even in death.”


    Maria wiped a tear from her cheek. “You’ve grown so much, EI,” she said with a watery smile. “Imember the girl who came to me, Broken te?er 2 rejected you. Now here you are, honoring the billen–even the ones who orice hurt you.”


    I looked away, a bittersweet ache blooming in my chest.


    She was the only one who knew the full story. The only one who gave me the chance to leave in escape to Italy with an art schrship, to begin healing


    “I don’t forget the pain,” I said soh


    I softly. “But I don’t want to be ruled by it anymore.”


    We ate together infortable silence after that insisted they share the food with me–there was no way I could finish it alone, and it felt right to sit


    ong these women who had, in so many ways, be my lound family.


    Eventually, I asked the question I’d been holding back.


    “Where’s Alpha?”


    “Out checking the perimeter since early morning,” Audrey answered, already expecting it. “And he’s been on and off the phone with the Council


    “Trying to figure out how rogues got i


    into the territory, I’m guessing?” I said, leaning back, still processing everything,


    Monica nodded, serious now, “Exactly that. It doesn’t make sense. There should have been patrols. Council guards. Even magical wards. But they slipped through everything like it was nothing”


    “Do they think someone helped him?” asked


    “They’re starting to,” Audrey replied. “They found strange <b>symbols </b>at the eastern <b>border</b>. Old markings <b>Barely </b>visible, like someone tried to erase them. Alpha had the enchanters check them.”


    “They’re linked to blood magic” Monica said grimly. “Powerful Forbidden. Someone let them in. This wasn’t just <b>a </b>breach–it was a betrayal.”


    My heart sank


    “The ckpine Pack…” I whispered, dread curling in my gut. “They didn’t just fall. They were ambushed. No allies came. No one even responded to their


    distress.


    “They were left to die,” Maria said bitterly. “The rogues made sure of it.”


    Rage stirred in my chest. That was my old pack. My people. Despite everything that had happened–despite Ruben’s betrayal–I hadn’t wanted them dead


    “I think the Counc’spromised,” I <b>said </b>aloud.


    All three women looked at me.


    “It’s the only exnation that fits. The Council didn’t send reinforcements. They’ve been oddly silent. And the rogues knew exactly how to


    weaknesses.”


    Audrey exhaled slowly heard Alpha thinks so too. That’s why he’s been pushing for answers. He’s furious”


    “He <b>should </b>be,” I looked down at my hands, still faintly trembling. “This isn’t over.“”


    “No,<b>” </b>Monica <b>said</b>. “<b>And </b>something tells que they’re <b>not </b>done either.”


    Byte afternoon, I needed air.


    I wandered into the courtyard garden behind the main house. The sun hung low in the sky, casting golden shadows across the stone pach, Waiars. trained in the distance, their movements fluid and sharp. Life continued. Despite the loss. Despite the danger.


    1 sat on the bench beneath the old olive tree, my thoughts doing between past and present


    I’d shifted.


    I had be the white wolf whispered of in legends–rare, powerful, marked by the moon.


    And yet… I still felt like Eine


    The same girl who once stood trembling in front of luben, begging him not to reject her. The same girl who ran away to italy with nothing but <b>a </b>broken


    heart and a sketchpad.


    But I wasn’t that girl anymore either.


    I closed my eyes.


    Mika stirred within me strong, calm, watchful. She hadn’t spoken since the battle, but her presence was steady now, no longer distant. No longer


    buried


    I wasn’t alone <b>anymore</b>.


    The scent of cedar <b>and </b>fire reached me before I heard his steps.


    I opened my <b>eyes </b>


    Francesco stood before me, freshly changed into a ck shirt <b>and </b>jacket, <b>sleeves </b>rolled up. He looked tired his jaw tense, his hair mussed from running his hands through it too <b>many </b>times. But his eyes… his silver eyes found me immediately.


    I stood<b>. </b>


    *You should still be resting,” he murmured softly, closing the distance between us and wrap his arm on my back.


    “Ineeded.


    He reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering just a second longer than necessary.


    “And you?” I asked. “You’ve been gone all day, you just arrived.


    -Too much to clean up,” <b>he </b>said. “Too many lies to unravel.”


    He pulled something from his pocket–a folded cloth. He unwrapped it slowly to reveal a broken silver pendant, shaped like <b>a </b>crescent moon with faint runes etched along its edge


    “This was found near <b>the </b>breach<b>. </b>Where Luca entered.<b>” </b>


    I book it from him carefully. The <b>metal </b>was cold. Wrong.


    “Magic?” I whispered in shock.


    “Our seer said the same.” Francesco said. “Luca had <b>help</b>. Someone with ess. Someone who knew how to bypass both warriors and enchantments.”


    “Someone on the <b>inside</b><b>?</b>” <b>I </b>was shocked


    He nodded.


    “This wasn’t just an attack. It was a message,” I said, feeling the chill seep into my bones,


    Oh God…


    “And we heard it,” Francesco replied, voicew. “But they didn’t count on one thing.”


    I looked up at him,


    What does he mean?


    “You,” he said simply.


    Hroze.


    “You shifted. You survived him. And more <b>than </b>that, you changed everything. The pack sees you now, EL Not just as my mate. But as ours. Their Luna. As mine.”


    His voice dropped on thatst word, possessive and tender.


    And my heart did something dangerous.


    I didn’t speak.


    I couldn’t.


    Instead, I stepped forward–<b>slowly</b>, hesitantly–and ced my hand over his.


    He closed his fingers around mine, firm and warm,


    We stood in silence for a while, beneath the olive tree, as the sun sank behind the hills. Warriors trained. Childrenughed. The pack moved on


    But we knew better.


    This <b>was </b>just the calm before the next storm


    And like always… we will face it together.


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