fantasy
Kevin the Brave
15
> The forest of Elarion slept beneath a sky full of dying stars. The wind carried the scent of rain, earth… and change. Deep within the trees, a lone wolf walked, his golden eyes reflecting the ache of a thousand unspoken words. Kevin the Brave — once the heart of his pack — had become a ghost among his own kind.
He had fought beside them, bled for them, and howled under the same moon, yet somewhere along the way, his voice had been drowned out. The others saw his strength, but not his soul. His laughter had faded into the background of commands and duties that never felt like home.
On the night of the lunar eclipse, the Moon Goddess spoke to him through the wind — a soft voice that brushed against his heart:
“You were not made to follow, my brave one… you were made to lead.”
Her words struck deeper than any wound. For the first time, Kevin looked not to his Alpha, but to the horizon. A new world awaited — one bathed in rose and silver light. He would build his own pack, one where every howl mattered. One that would honor unity, loyalty, and love.
But what he didn’t expect was her. The Luna whose spirit glowed like the moon itself — kind, fierce, and radiant. She came to him not as a follower, but as a soul who had always belonged beside him. She saw the Alpha he had always been, even when he could not.
Yet as the bond between them grew, so did the weight of his guilt. He couldn’t bear to tell her the truth — that his heart still carried the ache of abandonment, the fear of failing again. Every night he looked at her under the moonlight, torn between two worlds: the pack he left behind… and the one they were destined to build together.
In his silence, tragedy began to grow — because even the bravest hearts can break when love is left unspoken.
mate bond
