The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 501

Chapter 501: A True Queen

[Meredith].

I leapt.

The ground fell away, and for a heartbeat, I was airborne—suspended between earth and sky, wolf and queen, past and future.

When I landed, power, not a destructive one, but declarative, rippled outward.

"I am here," Valmora said.

The women watched in reverent silence. I could feel their awe, their relief, their quiet joy. This was not chaos. This was prophecy fulfilled.

I slowed at last, coming to a stop at the centre of the clearing, my chest rising and falling as moonlight traced the lines of my silver form.

For the first time in my life, I had wolfed out as myself.

I lifted my head and howled in greeting. The sound rose into the night, ancient and sovereign, and somewhere deep within me, I knew this was only the beginning.

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The change back to my human form came gradually.

The world softened first. The ground beneath my paws steadied, then rose. My limbs reshaped with quiet inevitability, silver fur dissolving into skin, strength folding in rather than vanishing.

When I finally sank to my knees in the grass, human again, the moonlight still clung to me as if reluctant to let go.

I pressed my palms into the earth, breathing hard. I was not empty.

I was full. Too full.

Power moved through me like a living current—warm, vast, obedient.

It didn’t surge or strain. It simply was, flowing through my veins the way blood always had, only now I could feel it. Every thread. Every pulse.

My grandmother knelt before me again without effort, her presence grounding even before her hands touched my shoulders.

"You feel it," she said softly. It wasn’t a question.

I swallowed. "It’s... everywhere."

She smiled knowingly. "That is because there are no chains left to hold it back."

I lifted my hands, turning them over as though I might see the power there. "It’s not fighting me anymore."

"No," she agreed. "It never wanted to."

Then, she helped me to my feet and guided me to sit on a flat stone at the edge of the clearing. The other women had stepped back, giving us space, their forms half-lost to shadow and moonlight.

"Listen carefully, Edith," my grandmother said, her voice lowering. "Because now, guidance matters more than strength."

I nodded.

"You already know of the bond—how you can hear, feel, and touch your mate through it. But that was only the surface."

She reached out, tapping lightly over my heart. "What flows through you now is older than packs. Older than crowns."

She began to name them, one by one, and with each word, something inside me recognized itself.

"You can feel the truth of others—not thoughts, but intent. Lies will scrape against you like thorns."

Instantly, I thought of Wanda. Of Randall, and my chest tightened.

"You will be able to touch lunar energy itself. And I do not mean borrowing or begging for it. I mean, command it."

My breath caught in my throat.

"The moon empowers wolves," she continued, "but it will answer you. In time, the entire pack will feel your presence without knowing why."

A chill, awe rather than fear, ran through my spine.

"You can awaken what sleeps in others," she said next. "Strength. Loyalty. Potential. But never do it lightly. What you wake, you must be prepared to face."

Understanding struck like lightning. ’Appear weak. Appear limited. Appear unchanged. No matter the amount of power swirling inside of me.’

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