Moonborn Heir Novel Chapter 36 – “Exactly,” I say, stepping closer, my voice gaining strength. “He’s everything you just described.
He’s spent years proving himself, training harder than anyone else to earn his place in the Shadow Guard. He’s loyal to the core, not just to the pack, but to the values it stands for. And…” I hesitate for a moment, then continue.
“He’s humble enough to know he’s not perfect, but he works harder than anyone to become better. He’d die for this pack, Kael.” Kael studies me for a moment, his expression unreadable. “You believe in him.” “With all my heart,” I say without hesitation. “He’s the right choice. I know he is.”
A small smile tugs at Kael’s lips, and he nods, his approval sending a wave of relief through me. “Then I’ll trust your judgment, Talia. Call for him. Let’s see if he’s ready to step into this role.” My chest swells with pride, and for the first time, I feel like I might actually belong in this position.
“Thank you,” I say softly, my voice laced with gratitude. Kael’s smile deepens, and he steps closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “Don’t thank me yet. The work is just beginning.”
Kael’s POV The war room is filled with the low murmur of voices, the kind that sets my wolf on edge. The air hums with tension, a crackling undercurrent that vibrates through my chest as I scan the gathered council. These wolves—Shadow Ridge’s strongest, its most trusted—are the foundation of my vision. And yet, as my gaze sweeps across the room, I see the flicker of uncertainty in a few of their eyes.
Ronan stands to my left, his stance steady, his expression calm. Talia sits to my right, poised and composed, though I can feel the warmth of her presence anchoring me. Across the room, others exchange glances—some curious, some doubtful. Sabrina lingers near the back, her arms folded, her lips curving in a faint smirk. I clench my jaw, forcing the tension to settle. This is the moment I’ve been building toward for two years.
Doubt is natural, I tell myself. They’ll see. They’ll understand once they hear it. I rise to my feet, letting my Alpha presence fill the room. The murmurs quiet, all eyes turning to me. “Tomorrow night,” I begin, my voice low and commanding, “we host the first Convocation of the Claw.”
The name lands like a strike. Whispers ripple through the room, and my wolf bristles at the faint skepticism I hear in some of their voices. I glance toward Talia, who meets my gaze briefly and gives me a small, encouraging nod.
“This meeting,” I continue, letting my voice harden, “will bring together Alphas from every rival pack—Crescent Moon, Darkfang, Bloodstone, and others. For the first time since the War of Fangs, we’ll sit under one roof and face the truth—that our division is weakening us all.”
A scoff comes from somewhere near the back—Sabrina, no doubt—but I keep my focus forward. “The War of Fangs broke our alliances, shattered our trust,” I say, my voice rising. “It made us weak, vulnerable to outside threats. It’s time to change that. It’s time to unite the packs under one banner—one pack, stronger together.”
I pause, letting the weight of my words settle over the room. There’s a flicker of hesitation in a few faces, a couple of skeptical glances exchanged. My chest tightens, a faint crack in the confidence I’ve worked so hard to project. Talia leans in slightly, her voice barely above a whisper. “They’re listening,” she murmurs. “But they’re waiting to see if you’ll prove it.”
I tilt my head toward her, grateful for the quiet support, and murmur back, “I will. They’ll have no choice but to see.” A voice rises from the table—one of the council members. “And if the Alphas refuse? If the rival packs don’t agree to this… unity?”
I look him square in the eye, letting the full force of my Alpha gaze press down on him. “They will agree,” I say firmly. “Because they’ll see the strength of Shadow Ridge. And they’ll see that with me as Alpha of the united packs, they’ll have more to gain than they ever imagined.”
The murmurs return, low and guarded, but they don’t escape me. I catch the way Sabrina’s lip curls faintly, her eyes glinting with amusement. The doubt from some of my council members stings, but I push it aside, burying it beneath my resolve.
“This isn’t just my vision,” I say, letting my voice soften but not weaken. “It’s our future. And if we stand together, there’s nothing we can’t achieve.”
I sit back down, the murmurs fading into a tense silence. Talia leans in again, her voice steady. “They’re waiting for the Alphas’ reactions,” she whispers. “That’s when you show them what you’re made of.”
I glance at her, the weight of her words settling over me. My wolf hums with approval. She’s right, he growls. They’ll see your strength when you make the packs fall in line. I nod to myself, my jaw tightening. Tomorrow, at the Convocation of the Claw, I’ll prove it to everyone—my pack, the rival Alphas, even Sabrina. Doubt will have no place once they see what Shadow Ridge can achieve.
But as I dismiss the council, the faint glint of skepticism in Sabrina’s eyes lingers, a reminder that even the strongest Alpha must fight for his vision. And I intend to win. The fire in the hearth crackles softly, its warm light casting flickering shadows across the dark wood of my office. I sit behind the massive desk, staring at the parchment in front of me, but the words blur into nothingness.
My mind is elsewhere—still in the war room, replaying every glance, every murmur, every spark of doubt I saw. A knock at the door pulls me from my thoughts, sharp and insistent. Before I can answer, Sabrina strides in, her heels clicking against the polished floor. She doesn’t wait for permi sion—she never does. “Sabrina,” I say, my voice clipped. “What do you want?”
She smiles, her lips curving in a way that’s too knowing, too confident. “Always so formal, Kael,” she says, her tone light but edged with something sharper. “I thought I’d check on you after that… ambitious little speech.” I lean back in my chair, narrowing my eyes. “I don’t need checking on.” “No, of course not.” She steps closer, her gaze sweeping over the room before landing on me. “But you do need advice.”
I don’t respond, my jaw tightening as she perches on the edge of the desk, crossing her long legs deliberately. Her dress slides up just enough to draw attention, and I force my gaze to remain on her face. “What’s your point, Sabrina?” I ask, my patience thinning. She tilts her head, her smile sharpening. “My point, Alpha,” she says, drawing out the title mockingly, “is that you’re making grand promises about unity, strength, and leadership.
But tell me, Kael—how strong do you think you look without an heir?” Her words hit like a blow, and I sit up straighter, the tension in my chest coiling tighter. “That’s none of your concern,” I say, my voice low. “Oh, but it is.” She leans forward slightly, her scent—something floral and sharp—filling the
space between us. “You’re staking everything on this vision, and yet your Luna hasn’t given you the one thing that solidifies power in this world.
An heir.” The accusation stings more than I want to admit, and my wolf stirs uneasily. “Talia and I—” I begin, but she cuts me off with a raised hand.“Are you even trying?” she asks, her voice laced with mockery. “Or is your bed as cold as that speech you gave earlier?” Heat flares in my chest, a mix of anger and something else I can’t name. “That’s enough, Sabrina,” I snap, rising to my feet.
But she doesn’t back down. Instead, she stands as well, stepping closer, her voice softening, becoming something silkier. “You know I’m right, Kael. Without an heir, you’re vulnerable. The Alphas won’t see you as a leader—they’ll see you as weak. And weakness…” She places a hand on my chest, her fingers lingering just long enough to make my breath hitch. “Weakness is deadly.”
I catch her wrist, holding it firmly but not pushing her away. “And what do you suggest?” I ask, my voice rough. Her eyes gleam with something dark, and her lips curl into a small, knowing smile. “Oh, I have ideas,” she purrs, her tone dripping with suggestion. “But first, you have to admit you need my
help.” Her words hang in the air, and I feel the tension between us shift, sharpen.
My body betrays me, heat pooling low in my gut as her fingers trail down my chest. My wolf growls, both tempted and furious, but I shove the feeling down, locking it away.
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