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The Luna’s Intervention
(Amber’s POV)
The ringing of my cell phone woke me from my sleep. I fumbled around, trying to find it on my nightstand.
“Hello?” in so sleepy.
“Amber? It’s Rebecca, Lucas is in trouble William is beating him! There were no words to describe the panic in her voice
“What? Why?” I tried to open my eyes.
“Lucas and Ethan got into a fight, and Ethan said he broke one of William’s treasures, Grace’s healing crystal William is furious! Please, you have to help him!”
“I’ll be right there,” I promised, hanging up in a daze.
I was drifting back to sleep atter hanging up the phone when suddenly my eyes shot open. Wait! Had I heard correctly? Lucas got beaten up by William?
“Lucas Blackwood and Ethan got into a huge fight and William, the Alpha King, is furious and intends to punish Lucas severely.” the words echoed in my mind, jolting me fully awake.
I threw off the covers and jumped out of bed, my heart racing, Lucas was like a little brother to me. We’d grown up together, and the thought of him being punished by William Blackwood, the intimidating Alpha King, made my stomach twist with worrys
I rushed to grab my clothes but found nothing. Where were my clothes? I looked around frantically, remembering that Dominic had helped me undress last night. Had he put them somewhere?
With no time to waste, I hurried to Dominic’s closet. I needed something, anything. I grabbed a turtleneck sweater and sweatpants that looked like they might fit. They were baggy on me but would have to do. The sweater hung off my shoulders, and I had to roll up the pants several times, but at least they covered the marks Dominic had left on my neck and body.
I quickly washed my face and brushed my teeth. My reflection showed my hair was a mess, but I didn’t care. Lucas needed help.
“Mrs. Harper!” I called out as I rushed downstairs, finding the hoekeeper in the kitchen.
Florence Harper, a kind–faced older woman who managed Domin’s household, looked up in surprise. “Miss Chase, would you like breakfast?”
“No time,” I said breathlessly. “I need to get to the pack house immediately. Lucas is in trouble.”
Her eyes widened slightly. “Til have the car brought around.”
“Thank you,” I said, already heading for the door. My wolf Cora was restless beneath my skin, sensing my anxiety.
As the car pulled away, I couldn’t help but worry about what I would find at the Blackwood Pack House. Lucas was stubborn and proud – a dangerous combination when facing William Blackwood’s wrath
(Third–person’s POV)
The great hall of the Blackwood Pack House was silent except for the sharp crack of the discipline cane and Lucas Blackwood’s suppressed groans. Alpha King William Blackwood, his face a mask of controlled fury, brought the ancient wooden cane down again across his grandson’s back.
Lucas, stripped to the waist and forced to kneel on the cold marble floor, flinched but refused to cry out. Blood trickled from his split lip where he had bitten down to keep from screaming
“Admit what you did,” William commanded, his voice eerily calm despite the violence of his actions. The ancestral discipline cane, carved from moonwood and used for generations to enforce pack discipline, whistled through the air again.
Rebecca Ross, Lucas’s mother, struggled against the grip of Ivy Reed who held her back with a smirk on her face. “Please, stop!” Rebecca begged, tears streaming down her lace. “He’s just a boy!
”
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“A boy who destroyed a priceless pack heirloom,” Ivy Reed remarked coldly, tightening her grip on Rebecca’s arms. Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she watched Lacas’s punishment,
William paused, breathing heavily. The broken pieces of Grace’s liling crystal lay on a velvet cloth nearby, the shattered bloe crystal catching the morning light. It had been one of the few possessions left by his late mate, and its destruction had sent him into a cold rage.
“I didn’t break it,” Lucas said through gritted teeth, his eyes flashing with defiance despite the welts rising on his back. “I swear
William’s face hardened. “Your lies only make this worse.” The cate came down again.
Lucas’s eyes watered from the pain, but he refused to back down. His paze swept across the room, taking in the faces watching his punishment – some with sympathy, others with indifference, and a few, like Ivy Reed, with poorly concealed pleasure.
(Third–person’s POV)
Ethan Blackwood stood at the edge of the great hall, his face pale as he watched his cousin Lucas endure another strike of the discipline cane. Each crack of the wood against Lucas’s skin sent avave of guilt through him.
“It was Melissa,” Lucas had insisted before the punishment began. “She broke it when she fell. Ask her!”
But Ethan had quickly stepped forward. “He’s lying, Grandfather. Lucas knocked it over during our fight. I saw him.”
Now, watching Lucas refuse to confess to a crime he didn’t commit Ethan felt sick. The memory of what had actually happened played vividly in his mind.
That morning, Ethan had taken Melissa down to the lobby for breakfast. They’d been discussing their upcoming wedding when they spotted a plate of cupcakes on the dining table–special moonlight cupcakes that Rebecca had baked for the pack.
Lucas had been there, and when Melissa reached for one, he’d slapped her hand away.
“Those aren’t for you,” Lucas had sneered, “You don’t deserve anything in this house, you disgusting home–wrecker.”
Melissa had shrunk back, tears filling her eyes. “Ethan, he’s being mean to me again.”
Already on edge from a confrontation with his mother Olivia the previous day about Dominic’s relationship with Amber, Ethan had lost his temper. He’d swung at Lucas, who dodged and pushed him back.
They’d grappled, knocking into Melissa who stumbled backward into the display stand where Grace’s healing crystal sat. The precious artifact had fallen, shattering on the marble floor.
The crash had brought William running. Seeing his late mate’s cherished possession in pieces, the Alpha King had roared with
rage.
Melissa had begun sobbing. “I’m sorry, it was an accident! I didn’t mean-
“It wasn’t her,” Ethan had interrupted, the words tumbling out before he could think. “Lucas and I were fighting, and he
knocked into it.”
Now, watching Lucas’s back become striped with welts, Ethan knew his lie had destroyed more than just his relationship with his cousin. But he couldn’t bring himself to speak up, not with Melissa clutching his arm, her face buried against his shoulder.
“He deserves it,” she whispered. “He’s always been horrible to me.”
Ethan said nothing, his wolf Noah whining with distress beneath his skin.
(Third–person’s POV)
William Blackwood lowered the discipline cane, his breathing labored. The Alpha King, despite his formidable strength, was lio longer young. The exertion of administering traditional pack panishment had taken its toll.
“Walter,” he called, gesturing to the pack house steward who stood at attention nearby. “Continue until he confesses.”
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Walter Steele, the Blackwood Pack’s head steward for three generations, stepped forward reluctantly. His face remained impassive as he accepted the cane, but his eyes betrayed his discomfort.
“Yes, Alpha King,” he replied formally, though his grip on the case was hesitant.
Rebecca Ross renewed her struggles, her face contorted with anguish. “No, please! He’s had enough!”
Ivy Reed’s grip tightened, her nails digging into Rebecca’s arms. “Tack law must be upheld,” she said with false solemnity, though the gleam in her eyes revealed her enjoyment of the spectacle.
Olivia Blackwood moved to help restrain Rebecca, though her expression showed conflicted emotions. “Rebecca, control yourself. This is pack business.”
Lucas, still kneeling on the floor, swayed slightly. Blood dripped from the welts on his back, and his face had grown alarmingly pale. Despite his weakened state, his eyes remained defiant.
“I won’t confess to something I didn’t do,” he managed, his voice barely audible.
Walter raised the cane, his duty to the Alpha King warring with his reluctance to harm the young woll further. Just as the cane began its downward arc, the great doors of the hall burst open.
Amber Chase strode in, her presence immediately commanding attention. Despite wearing oversized clothes that clearly belonged to Dominic, she carried herself with the authority of a Luca.
Rebecca’s face flooded with relief. “Amber!”
Walter Steele lowered the cane, a flicker of hope crossing his weathered features.
Lucas, hearing Amber’s name, managed to raise his head. Under normal circumstances, she would have teased him mercilessly for getting into trouble again. But now, as their eyes met, his held only a silent plea for help.
Lucas couldn’t help but think about how Amber would normally tease him for getting into such trouble, his eyes conveying a silent plea for help to his childhood friend
Amber, Come Here
