Reincarnated To Be His Luna

"Gear up for the most challenging confrontation, my warriors. Today marks our quest for vengeance against Robert Gibson," William proclaimed to his pack.

"Today, we eradicate the menace that has plagued our pack, ruthlessly tormenting and claiming lives. Brace yourselves for a challenging fight. Their numbers won't matter; the full moon is our ally," William declared with fierce determination, urging his army forward.

"In the face of danger, our former Alpha and Luna, Walter and Josephine Ashwood, stood strong, laying down their lives to protect us from the merciless foe. While that coward hid in comfort, today, we stand united in our quest for vengeance. Embrace the pride of being part of this journey. Together, we shall purge our state."

With anger coursing through him, William bellows, releasing a powerful growl that reverberates through the woods. The warriors join in, transforming the entire forest into an echoing chorus of werewolf roars.

"Meow, meow..." Isabella's eyes snapped open, roused by the gentle sounds of her pet.

She scooped up her white fluffy cat, holding it close and offering a gentle hug with a shy smile.

"Purrrr..." The cat responded with more expressive sounds, as if engaged in a conversation with its master.

"Kelly, how do you always pick the worst moments to interrupt my flashes of William?" Isabella muttered in a complaining tone to her pet before closing her eyes again.

"Meow..." This time, Kelly's growls increased, prompting Isabella to playfully smack her on the butt.

"Yes, I'm going to keep an eye on him, and you better not disturb, or I might just lock you in the kennel house," she warned playfully.

Having spoken, Isabella closed her eyes again, tapping into her power to continue the future flashes about William. Within five minutes, she reopened her eyes with a jerk.

"No, this can't be happening. I have to put a stop to this," she mumbled, beads of sweat streaming down her face.

William Ashwood, the powerful Alpha of the Crescent Moon pack, initiated a crucial battle under the full moon to avenge his parent's death, showcasing his early rise to dominance.

Leading a formidable pack, including his brother Liam, friend Jeremy, and mate Penelope, they confronted the notorious vampire Robert Gibson, known for sadistic torture and experiments on werewolves. Robert's reign of terror targeted weaker packs and lone werewolves, exploiting them as test subjects or entertainment.

Amidst William's swift journey through Cherry Woods, a phone call interrupted his pace, but undeterred, he chose to answer, remaining resolute in his mission.

"Hello, now what's wrong with you?" He said it in a disinterested tone.

"William, I'm pleading with you, please stay out of this war. I sense a grave danger to your life tonight. Be cautious," came a soft, imploring voice from the other end, provoking William's anger.

"Isabella, you've gone mad. You expect me, William Ashwood, the most powerful Alpha, to cower in my bedroom instead of leading the most significant battle for our pack? You meddling sorceress, disappear and never cross my path again."

William's furious yell echoed as he forcefully hung up the call.

'Who does she think she is, trying to exert control over me?' He thought with disdain, dismissing her influence and continuing on his way.

Robert Gibson had abducted and tortured William's parents, using them to capture new werewolves for his gruesome experiments. William's parents sacrificed their lives shielding these werewolves from the monstrous vampire. William had long awaited this confrontation; he couldn't step back merely based on a suspicion from a witch in his territory.

Under William's command, the Crescent Moon pack's army reached a large, decrepit mansion nestled deep within the woods, surrounded by lurking vampires.

The bloodthirsty vampires, sensing the impending threat, were poised for the confrontation. A fierce battle unfolded as the werewolf army clashed with the vampires. Jeremy led the external assault, while William, Liam, and Penelope, accompanied by a handful of powerful werewolves, entered the mansion to face the heart of the conflict.

The werewolves struggled in the intense battle against the vampire hordes surrounding the mansion. Meanwhile, William, accompanied by Liam and Penelope, fought their way through the vampire-infested interior, pressing on towards Robert.

Their pursuit led them to the entrance of a massive hall guarded by two imposing vampires. William sensed a unique aura emanating from these vampires, signaling that they were the generals-operating at a level beyond the ordinary vampires-adding another layer of complexity to their mission.

"We'll pave the way for you. Kill Robert and avenge our parents, William. Bring an end to this for all of us," Liam asserted.

William surged forward, and the two guards advanced to block his path. However, just before they could reach him, Liam and Penelope swiftly intervened, stopping the guards in their tracks. In a seamless maneuver, William passed through the guards right in front of their eyes.

Breaking through the imposing door, William entered a spacious throne room adorned with a radiant ambiance. His eyes fixed on a figure comfortably seated on a high, black throne adorned with rubies, leisurely puffing on a cigar.

'Hmm, unmistakably the infamous bloodsucker, Robert Gibson. His aura reeks of power, dominance, and bloodlust. Even in this life-and-death scenario, his overconfidence oozes from his proud countenance,' William thought with intense hatred, locking eyes with the fierce gaze of his nemesis.

"How dare you? You invaded my territory, slaughtered my minions, and now you have the audacity to confront me. Bow down in my presence, you filthy mutt," Robert declared with a commanding tone, his voice echoing through the room.

"Do you really think the Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack, the strongest werewolf alive, William Ashwood, will bow to you? A lunatic masquerading as a vampire king is going around torturing and slaughtering werewolves. It's time for retribution," William sneered with contempt.

After delivering his statement, William charged towards the proudly standing vampire and landed a punch on Robert's face, a blow that he skillfully blocked.

Robert harnessed the power of the blood element, a skill exclusive to vampires. In response, William utilized all four natural elements in his fight against Robert.

He was a rarity, possessing the extraordinary ability to wield all four natural elements, unlike other werewolves limited to one or two.

The relentless clash unfolded, with weapons and elements thrown with precision as they skillfully dodged each other's attacks. The intense battle lasted until dawn; both combatants were left bloodied, injured, and panting heavily. Despite the toll, neither showed any inclination to back down.

Suddenly, the hall was bathed in the first rays of dawn filtering through a tiny opening in the window, causing the vampire to recoil in fear. Daytime posed a significant disadvantage for the bloodsucker.

'I must defeat that wretched wolf before daybreak!' he thought with frustration, recognizing the urgency imposed by the approaching sunlight.

William stood as the most formidable adversary Robert had encountered in his centuries-long existence. Closing the distance swiftly, Robert aimed to exploit his advantage, using the blood element to thrust a stab toward William's heart.

However, William proved astute, discerning Robert's intent and biding his time. Seizing the moment when Robert lunged forward, William manipulated the earth, creating a pit for the bloodsucker. In a flash, Robert fell into the trap, and with another motion of his hands, William imprisoned him within the earth, restricting his movements.

Witnessing Robert's helplessness brought a distinct pleasure to William, the agonizing groans brought a satisfying melody to his wolfish ears. Overwhelmed by rage, flames erupted from his fingers, morphing into a destructive red fire claw. In an instant, he moved the fiery claw and slashed the vampire's head.

"Ahh, William..."

The vampire's blood splattered in all directions, and a figure emerged before William, her face covered in blood as she let out a yell.