Chapter 58: HIS LUNA
The War Begins
The air was thick with tension as Taehyung, flanked by his warriors and head
alphas, led the march toward the cursed forest. Their eyes were set with
determination, their bodies prepared for the battle ahead. Only Jin and Jimin
remained back at the packhouse, their absence heavy in the minds of those who
ventured forward.
The witches, walking alongside them, raised their hands in unison as they
approached the towering black trees that loomed like silent watchers. Ancient
runes carved into the bark pulsed with dark energy, warning any who dared to
enter. But the pack had no choice. Their Luna was inside, and they would burn
this entire forest down to retrieve him.
The witches chanted in an eerie, whispering harmony. The air cracked and
sizzled as an unseen force pushed against them, resisting their magic. A sudden
gust of wind howled through the trees, and the barrier shattered like fragile
glass.
Then, all hell broke loose.
From the shadows, they emerged—hundreds of rogues, their bodies twisted and
corrupted by dark magic. Their eyes glowed a sickly green, foam dripping from
their jaws as they lunged forward with unnatural speed. The battle began
instantly.
Taehyung shifted into his massive true-blood form, his deep golden-black fur
shimmering under the moonlight. He let out an earth-shaking growl before
launching into the fight, his claws tearing through flesh like paper. The
warriors followed, their roars echoing through the battlefield.
Inside the heart of the forest, the ritual was still in motion.
Jungkook remained locked in his cage, his muscles coiled, his mind sharp. He
watched every movement around him, waiting for the smallest chance to flee. The
witches continued their spell, their words dripping with venomous intent. His
mark burned, his connection to Taehyung weak but not severed yet.
Then it happened.
A deafening explosion rocked the chamber. The force of it sent everyone
flying, the flames of their candles extinguishing in an instant. The air buzzed
with energy, crackling like a raging storm. The impact shattered the cage,
sending metal shards in every direction. Jungkook was thrown to the ground,
pain radiating through his limbs as blood dripped from a gash on his arm.
Woosik's face twisted in shock. He turned toward the witches, his eyes
burning with fury.
"What the hell was that?!" he barked, his aura flaring with anger.
One of the witches, her face pale and horrified, clutched her trembling
hands together. "We were stopped... by something beyond our power. It
was—" she gasped, struggling to breathe. "A force beyond all existing
energies. Something untouchable."
Woosik’s body tensed as he turned his gaze toward Jungkook, who was slowly
rising from the debris. He stalked forward and grabbed Jungkook by the throat,
inhaling deeply as he took in his scent.
His face twisted in disgust, and with a roar of rage, he threw Jungkook to
the ground.
"How dare that bastard make you pregnant?!" Woosik’s voice was
filled with pure, unhinged fury.
Jungkook’s eyes widened in shock. His breath hitched as the words registered
in his mind. Pregnant? His hands instinctively went to his abdomen, his pulse
pounding in his ears.
Woosik’s lips curled in a snarl, his fist raising to strike. "You are
mine! And I will rip that filth out of you!"
Before his punch could land, something inside Jungkook snapped.
A sudden surge of power flooded his veins, igniting every cell in his body.
He felt his wolf's strength return in a roaring wave, the connection to his
true self stronger than ever. In a blink, glowing purple eyes emerged in a
burst of raw energy.
Woosik’s fist met empty air as Jungkook dodged with newfound speed, his
instincts sharper than ever before.
The Luna had awakened.
Without hesitation, Jungkook lunged forward, his claws tearing into the
nearest minion. His body moved like liquid shadow, weaving between attacks and
delivering brutal counter strikes. He felt different—stronger, faster,
untouchable. Every swipe of his claws sent enemies crashing down. Every snap of
his claws ended a life.
Woosik’s expression shifted from rage to something deeper—unease.
Jungkook stood among the carnage, his clothes slick with blood, his eyes
burning with an intensity that sent shivers down the spines of those who dared
to oppose him.
And for the first time in his wretched existence, Woosik felt fear.
This unborn kid was his predicted death. He can't let it live, it should die
for him to rule this entire world, even if he has to kill his obsession, his
true blood omega for that. Thinking this Woosik launched on Jungkook.
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