Revenge of Flame Luna

Lulu

My steps felt light that afternoon.

The air inside the pack house was thick with the scent of damp pine and the distant howls of wolves sparring in the training field. I usually hated walking through the main corridor alone—too many memories lingered there—but today felt different.

In my hand, I carried a white envelope sealed with the hospital’s emblem.

Inside it was the ultrasound result I had prayed for over the past five years of our marriage.

Five long years waiting for a miracle. Five years enough, my prayers finally answered.

I smiled faintly as I stopped before Scott’s office door. The polished brown wood seemed to reflect the warmth of all the happiness I had tucked away in my chest. I could already picture his face—the way his eyes would light up when he heard the news.

Maybe tonight he would hold me longer than usual. He would smile at me like he used to, back when we vowed beneath the full moon to be one.

But before my fingers could knock, a voice—soft and all too familiar—drifted from behind the door.

A woman’s voice. Leia.

I froze, sharpened my hearing.

“...are you sure your Luna doesn’t know about us?” Her tone was teasing, light as a breeze, yet it sliced through me like a blade.

Scott’s voice followed, calm and deep as always. “Relax. I’m quite good at keeping secrets from her.”

My heart stuttered. The air felt thinner, harder to breathe.

Leia laughed softly. “You said you loved her, yet you still come to me every night.”

Scott let out a low chuckle. “I never loved her. Lulu’s just… comfortable. She’s too kind, too tame.”

I bit my lip until I tasted blood. Those words shattered my little world in one cruel blow.

“And me?” Leia’s voice softened.

“You’re the only one who makes me feel alive,” Scott murmured. “Once the time is right, I’ll get rid of her. But for now… I still need something from her.”

Their moaning. Then the faint rustle of fabric. A sound I didn’t need to imagine.

I stumbled back two steps, my knees giving out. The envelope slipped from my hand, its contents spilling onto the marble floor. A grey image stared up at me—the tiny outline of a child growing inside me.

My chest ached. A pain so sharp I could barely breathe.

In my head, Pyrrha—my wolf—snarled with fury.

[Let me out. Let’s burn them both. Now!]

I shut my eyes, forcing air into my lungs. “No… not now.”

Tears blurred my vision as I turned and ran, out of the corridor, out of the house, into the dying light of dusk.

The sky had turned orange, glowing like the wound tearing open inside me.

When my feet hit the damp forest soil, my body trembled. Heat rippled under my skin—painful, searing, yet somehow liberating.

I let it consume me.

In seconds, the world around me flared into light. Flames danced across my fur, painting the trees in hues of gold and ember. Pyrrha’s roar thundered through my soul, echoing my heartbreak and rage.

I ran until the trees parted, until I reached the edge of the lake. The water mirrored my fire—two opposites coexisting without destroying one another. I stared at that reflection, my body shaking.

“Why, Alpha Scott…” My voice cracked. “I never stopped loving you.”

Pyrrha’s voice came again, gentler now.

[Because love doesn’t always save you, Lulu. Sometimes, it burns you alive.]

I stood there, silent. Her words struck deeper than the pain itself.

In the reflection, I saw myself—a wolf of fire, glowing yet fragile, half-consumed by her own devotion.

“What am I supposed to do then?” I whispered.

[Live. For yourself. And for the pup you carry.]

I drew in a long, steady breath. The flames around me slowly dimmed. For the first time, I didn’t want to die, even when the world begged me to give up.

I was no longer the Luna of Emerald Earth. I was Lulu—the fire wolf who would endure, even when love extinguished its own light.

That night, I returned to the pack house. Alpha Scott was waiting in the living room, his face wearing a mask of false concern.

“Lulu, where have you been? I’ve been looking for you.”

I gave him a faint smile. “I needed some air.”

He stepped closer, touching my arm, far too gently for a mate who had just betrayed me.

“You look… tempting. Maybe tonight we could—”

“No,” I cut him off softly. “Not tonight.”

His brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

I met his gaze. For the first time, I felt nothing—no love, no hatred, just a quiet, hollow calm.

“Do you remember our promise?” I asked, my voice steady but sharp. “If one of us ever stops being faithful, the other has the right to walk away.”

He froze, then offered a small, nervous smile. “You’re misunderstanding, Lulu. I—”

“There’s nothing left to explain. I know about you and Leia.”

I exhaled slowly and spoke the words that severed everything between us.

“With this, I, Lulu McCarthy, reject you, Alpha Scott Byrne, as my mate.”

His expression contorted. “No. Lulu… don’t. Argh—”

“Answer me, Scott!”

“I—I, Alpha Scott Byrne, accept your… rejection.”

The air shattered. Pain ripped through my chest, sharp and consuming, yet I forced myself to stand. Scott hunched over, clutching his chest in the same agony.

He tried to call my name, but I was already walking away.

My steps were light—not from relief, but from emptiness. I didn’t know where I was going, only that I could no longer stay.

When I reached the edge of the forest, the air shifted—cold, heavy. It’s a magic.

Before I could react, a beam of blue light pierced through my chest. The sound of rustling leaves filled my ears.

“Luna Lulu McCarthy,” a voice spoke, calm and cold, “daughter of Mary Ann McCarthy—the last Fire Elemental Wolf.”

I turned. Ten feet away stood a hooded figure cloaked in grey. His palm glowed red, energy swirling in his grasp. Slowly, deliberately, he raised his hand towards me.

“Who are you?” I raised my voice.

“No need to know who I am,” he said coolly, “but there’s one thing you should know — your heart is valuable to Alpha Scott.”

“What do you mean, sorcerer?” I snapped.

“Alpha Scott wants your heart for his beloved. And I’m here under his orders.”

“Don’t you dare mess with me.” My voice trembled—not with fear, but fury. Flames sparked at my fingertips as I unsheathed my fire claws.

But in a flash of crimson—then pain tore through my chest like claws from within. I looked down. Blood. Too much of it. The world dimmed, sound fading into nothing.

Moon Goddess, please… I must live—for my child.

Through the blur of darkness, I saw him—the sorcerer—standing by the lake. He was holding something crimson and glowing. My heart. My knees buckled, but I couldn’t even feel the ground anymore.

He turned and stepped into a circle of blood that crackled with strange light.

I tried to scream, but no sound came out. Then he vanished, his form dissolving into mist, just as mine began to fade.

Everything went dark… until a soft blue light wrapped around me. Water trickled across my skin—gentle, soothing, like a caress.

From the haze emerged a man with silver hair and eyes the colour of the sea, filled with sorrow.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I came too late, Lulu.”

The water enveloped us both, cooling my dying flames. Before I slipped into nothingness, one final thought crossed my mind—

Maybe this isn’t the end.

Somewhere deep inside, Pyrrha’s faint voice murmured, broken but resolute.

[You must rise again, Lulu.]