**Chapter 28
The Werewolf Realm
Red Moon Pack
Levi's POV**
The aftermath of the attack left the entire Red Moon Pack drowning in a tension so thick it felt like fog. Even after the monsters vanished, their presence lingered like a stain on every wall, every shadow, every heartbeat in the pack grounds.
No one slept.
No one rested.
Every warrior stood tense, every mother clutched her child closer, and every elder—those who usually had answers—now looked like frightened pups trembling in confusion and fear.
The pack wasn't just shaken.
It was shattered.
And deep down, I knew this wasn't an attack.
It was a message.
A warning.
Or maybe even a promise of what was coming.
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The council hall felt heavier than it had ever been. The elders had gathered, fidgeting, whispering, casting nervous glances at every dark corner as though the creatures might reappear from thin air.
The pack doctor had tended to the injured. Zaki protected the underground tunnels with Kira and Kate, ensuring the children were safe. Micha—my Beta and brother in all but blood—stood beside me, silent, jaw tight, waiting for answers none of us truly had.
Elder Grayson, always the first to panic and the last to be brave, stood up with visible tremors running through him. Sweat rolled down his forehead as he spoke, his voice cracking.
"Um… S–Seer," he stammered, "What were those things? They were monstrous—nothing like we've ever encountered. Have you… seen them in any vision? And what does this mean for our pack?"
The seer exhaled deeply, shifting her weight as if bracing herself.
"There are… creatures that have existed for centuries," she began, speaking slowly, carefully. "They are not from this realm, nor connected to the races we know."
She paused, scanning the room, perhaps unsure if her explanation would make sense to minds unprepared for the truth.
Micha and I understood immediately.
The elders?
They were lost.
Her eyes dimmed slightly as she continued, "They serve only one ruler. They follow no pack, no clan, no race. Only him. The king of demons. The ruler of the underworld—where no sunlight has ever existed. They are not like us. They do not belong to any of the known realms."
The room erupted.
"REALMS?!"
"Demons?!"
"What do you mean—king of demons?"
"What underworld?! What is happening?!"
Their voices were desperate, confused, and terrified.
Before the seer could drown in their panic, I lifted a hand.
"Enough." My voice echoed through the hall. "Even if she explains it, none of you will understand. This is far more complicated than you think."
The elders stared at me as if I had suddenly grown wings.
I turned back to the seer. "You said there's only one person who can control them. Are you referring to Roosevelt?"
Her eyes widened with shock.
"You know him, Alpha?"
I shook my head. "No. But we read about him. In the ancient library. In the living book."
Now she was truly stunned. "You… opened it?"
"Yes," I replied quietly.
"Alpha," she whispered, "only the strongest seers, those with centuries of bloodline, can open that book. And even they must offer flesh and blood to do it."
My eyes widened instantly.
I remembered how the book had attached to my skin—how it refused to let go.
"But I'm not from a seer bloodline."
She shook her head. "You do not need to be. Your Alpha bloodline… I believe it is different from the others. Unique. Rare. That is likely why the book accepted you."
One of the elders whispered, "Am I the only one who is confused?"
"No," another replied immediately.
"We are ALL confused."
"Realms… demons… a living book…"
"What is happening to our world?"
I didn't blame them. Their entire worldview was collapsing in one afternoon.
I sighed and said, "Explaining it will take days, and you still won't understand. We need solutions—not confusion."
I looked at the seer again.
"We'll need your help."
She nodded respectfully. "Anytime, Alpha."
The meeting ended, though the elders continued muttering amongst themselves as if trying to piece their broken understanding of reality back together.
Micha met my eyes, and with silent agreement, we headed straight toward his room.
We needed answers—and the living book had made it clear it was ready to give them.
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The moment we stepped into the room, the book was already open—pages fluttering as if eager, alive, waiting.
Words began to write themselves across the parchment.
"Dearest reader…
I feel your desperation.
So I will not waste time."
Micha and I leaned closer.
"You wish to know how to reach other realms.
Only royals can create portals.
Fortunately, Alpha Levi is of royal blood.
Unfortunately… neither of you can pronounce the spells correctly, even if I wrote them."
Micha groaned. "Figures."
The words continued.
"Send a letter to the Elven Realm.
Not the Vampire Realm.
Their relationship with the werewolves is… complicated.
And do not forget, dear reader—Roosevelt is a vampire.
You cannot expect his people to go to war against him."
Micha and I exchanged a look of disbelief.
So that was why the book pushed us away from the vampire realm.
The writing didn't stop.
"The Elves have every reason to despise Roosevelt.
They will help you.
Tell them the truth.
Tell them he has awakened.
And as for killing Roosevelt—
drop that idea."
We froze.
"The only solution is to put him back to slumber."
"Just great," Micha muttered.
The words shifted again.
"To send a letter to the Elven Realm, seek the ones who owned the place where I was kept.
They know how."
Immediately, Micha and I locked eyes.
"The seers," we said at the same time.
Without hesitation, I summoned the pack seer.
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She arrived quickly, bowing slightly. "Alpha, you called?"
"Yes." I gestured for her to step closer. "We need to send a letter to the Elven Realm."
Her expression turned from calm to shocked.
"Alpha… do you understand what you're asking?"
"We do. The book told us the elves will help. And we need their help now."
Her lips trembled slightly, but she nodded. "Then I will prepare what is needed."
"How long will it take?"
"A few hours," she whispered. "But Alpha… sending a message to the elves will alert other realms as well. Once the magical energy ripples, everyone will know the elves are being contacted."
"Let them know," I said firmly. "Roosevelt is awake. They should be worried."
She bowed again. "As you command."
As she left the room, Micha exhaled shakily.
"We're really doing this," he murmured. "We're involving other realms."
I nodded.
"We don't have a choice. Roosevelt isn't playing small. And those demons…"
"Yeah," Micha said quietly. "We barely survived."
Silence fell between us.
Heavy. Thick. Inevitable.
This wasn't the end.
This wasn't even the beginning.
But one thing was now clear:
The war wasn't coming.
It had already started.
And the Red Moon Pack was standing at the center of it.
Whether we liked it or not.