Chapter 93: An Unlikely Alliance
Luna POV
The emergency radio crackled to life as I dived behind an overturned car. "This is Desert Moon Pack! We need quick help! Half our pack is possessed!"
I grabbed the radio, my hands shaking as bullets flew over my head. Not real bullets - the possessed dogs were shooting some kind of dark energy that burned through metal like acid.
"Desert Moon, this is Luna Morrison," I spoke quickly into the radio. "How many survivors do you have?"
"Maybe thirty out of two hundred," Alpha Rodriguez’s voice came back, filled with hopelessness. "They’re hunting us down one by one. We can’t hold out much longer!"
I looked across the battlefield that used to be Silver Peak’s main street. Possessed pack members with black eyes were attacking the few people left. But they weren’t just fighting randomly anymore. They were working together like a real army.
"All remaining packs, listen carefully," I said into the radio, using my strongest diplomatic voice. "We need to organize our defense. Stop fighting alone!"
Static filled the radio for a moment, then Alpha Chen’s voice came through: "Luna Morrison? Why should we listen to you? You’re not even an Alpha!"
Any other time, those words would have made me angry. But right now, my pack was dying around me, and my hurt feelings didn’t matter.
"Because I’m the only one left who knows how to talk to all of you," I answered firmly. "The Alphas are either dead or possessed. Someone has to handle the survivors."
More voices joined the radio chat. Pack after pack reporting the same bad news. Mates turned against each other. Children possessed while their parents watched helplessly. Entire families destroyed in minutes.