The Wolf God's Unwanted Luna

Zaliver’s POV

I hadn’t introduced Vivian to Venom, Lexero, or Fern because I didn’t want to drag her any deeper into this than she already was. Besides, I rarely introduced her to anyone. I saw how much it weighed on her to realize she was originally seen as a peace offering crafted to tame the beast inside me. Maybe that’s why she pushed herself out of whatever shell she’d been in before, and honestly, that made me both happy and wry. She had a way of getting me right where she wanted.

"Well, if they do have a secret weapon, they better hope I’ve got one of my own," I said darkly.

I’d spent over three hundred years away from them, honing my kills, sharpening my skills, and amassing power they never wanted to admit I had. If I used to be their secret weapon, then there was no doubt they’d try to outdo themselves again. Let them try. My power, my rage when I kill... it’s unmatched. None of them can touch it.

"So, what’s the plan, Zaliver?" Lexero asked, folding his broad arms across his scarred chest.

I didn’t look his way. My focus was on the door’s location the Amazon jungle, buried in its deepest parts.

"How long can you hold that door in place, Venom?" I asked.

"Up to a month if it isn’t summoned or moved again. If they try relocating it, it’ll only be fourteen days," Venom answered without hesitation. His voice always sent a cold shiver through the air, but I was used to it now. Others still tensed when he spoke, which is why Venom chose his words sparingly.

The door we were discussing wasn’t just any door. It was a portal. Step through, and you instantly emerge at the other end the original twin of the door. This was the only way gods and goddesses could come down and interact with the world. Unfortunately for them, we could use it too. Few knew this, like the doors in Monsters, Inc. a movie Vivian couldn’t stop talking about. She referenced some purple lizard, and when I admitted I had no clue what she meant, I was mostly watching her animated reactions. Multitasking, one of my many talents.

"Alright," I said, stepping closer to the table. "Fourteen days is our limit. They won’t take any chances. Expect them to move the door within ten days. Be ready for anything. And don’t be surprised if Alstha sends attacks to whittle us down first. She always likes a little blood before battle," I warned, watching the men nod in grim agreement.

"Your packs, tribes, and families can stay on the island if you want. There’s more than enough room for all of you. The island’s magic defenses will be boosted in the next three days, so if you plan to move in, now is the time."

Venom stayed quiet, as usual. No family, no real friends at least, that’s what he claimed. I didn’t press him. Some things were better left alone.

Fern shook his head softly. From what I’d pieced together over the years, his family was small too. Both Venom and Fern were strong, fiercely independent, and somehow managed the impossible when survival demanded it.

"My pride will stay where they are. My second-in-command is handling them now, but I want to move my wife and kids here until all this is over," Lexero spoke up, his voice steady.

"That’s fine by me," I said. "I’ll have you set up close to my place, if you want."

He nodded his thanks.

"All I ask is to keep Aurora where she is now. That way, both she and others stay safe," Albericus said, his tone heavy with seriousness. The temperature in the room seemed to drop a few degrees. I caught Fern’s sharp glare aimed at the mention of Aurora, the witch. Those two clashed like fire and water from the moment they met, and it only worsened after she and Albericus... parted ways, for lack of a better word. Aurora had stirred up a big mess when she tried to escape her trackers.

"That’s fine with me," I said. "Just make sure she doesn’t mess with the island’s magic. Anyone trying to get in or out dies a slow, painful death." I fixed my gaze on Albericus for a moment.

"We both know she won’t just sit here quietly for a week without leverage," I added.

"So give her a reason to stay. She’s your mate," Fern muttered quietly. I saw Albericus tense, his hands clenching so tightly I could almost hear the growls of his wolf echoing in my mind.

"I can’t help you with that," I said firmly, "but if you need the witches’ cooperation, you know where to find me."

I’d long accepted that no matter how well people thought they knew me, very few could stand the sight of my beast. It wasn’t until Vivian ran from me that it truly stung, but even then, I understood why she did.

My thoughts slipped off course for a moment. I shook myself sharply.

Focus.

"No, that’s fine. I’ll find another way," Albericus said quickly, refusing my offer. In human form, Aurora was as sharp-tongued and sassy to me as she was to anyone else. She thought I annoyed her, and maybe she was right. When I first transformed, she fainted right in front of me and that was the last transformation she ever witnessed. She walked a fine line with me, pushing just enough but never so far that I’d lose control and unleash my beast. Not that anything she could say or do would ever make me cross that line willingly.

"If any of you change your minds, tell Hogan. He’ll handle it. Now, let’s get back to strategy, statistics, and what we’ll need for next week," I said.

Three hours later, after endless war plans and tactics in the cave’s war room, I wrapped up the meeting. But something gnawed at me not the talk of battles, but the shift in the air. My beast was restless, on edge. Even deep inside the cave, I could hear rain pounding against the stone walls, the heavy smell of damp earth creeping in.

The storm was coming.

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