Chapter 5 - The Goddess's Vengeance
The moment Christa’s hand touched Alpha Amodil’s, the sky above the ceremonial clearing began to churn. The stars overhead vanished behind a sudden, swirling vortex of heavy, luminescent silver clouds. The temperature plummeted instantly, casting a crystalline frost across the stone monoliths.
A collective gasp of sheer terror rose from the Ashford pack as the air itself began to shimmer.
A magnificent, ethereal figure began to descend slowly from the celestial vortex. It was the Moon Goddess Herself—radiant, towering, and draped in garments woven from pure starlight and moonlight. Her face was a masterwork of divine beauty, yet her eyes burned with the cold, unforgiving fury of cosmic justice. The absolute aura of raw, divine power pressing down upon the clearing forced every single wolf—Alpha, Elder, and guard alike—to drop flat onto their bellies, pressing their faces against the frozen dirt in overwhelming submission.
Only Christa and Amodil remained standing, bathed in the warm, protective glow of the descending deity.
"Luna Delira of the Ashford Pack," the Goddess spoke, Her voice sounding like the chiming of a thousand crystal bells yet carrying the thunderous weight of a collapsing mountain. "For your sins of malice, deceit, and the desecration of sacred rites through planted falsehoods, you have unraveled the peace of the realm."
Delira trembled violently on the ground, tears streaming down her painted face as she clawed desperately at the frozen earth. "Have mercy, Great Mother... please..."
"Mercy is granted to those who seek truth," the Goddess replied coldly. "You sought only destruction."
With a flick of Her luminous hand, a beam of pure starlight shot downward, striking the floorboards of Delira’s private quarters—which could be seen clearly through the open arches of the estate. The floorboards burst apart, revealing a hidden compartment containing the actual remaining vials of forbidden wolfsbane, along with a ledger written in Delira’s own hand detailing her plot to frame Christa.
Alpha Rodri stared at the exposed evidence in sheer horror, realizing instantly that his mate’s desperate ambition had completely destroyed them both.
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"Alpha Supreme Amodil," the Goddess turned her radiant gaze toward the towering ruler. "The bloodline of the True Northern Crown has finally reawakened within this innocent soul. The rightful heir to the ancient throne stands before you."
Christa’s breath hitched. The True Northern Crown? She looked down at the glowing runes on her arms, suddenly understanding why she had always felt like an outsider in the Ashford Pack—she had never belonged to them at all.
