Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers
Chapter 64: The rise of the crescent

Chapter 64: The rise of the crescent

*~Lilith’s POV~*

I had set a timer on myself..,one that would awaken me the moment that child was born.

But I wasn’t expecting it to be so soon.

I rose from the graveyard where I had buried myself, cloaked in soil and silence, and immediately reached for the Dreamer. The child had arrived.

I needed to get to the High House. Now.

But... why so soon? I expected months—at least. Not this sudden.

Something’s wrong. The child must remain intact, untouched, whole, for me to complete the ritual. To lay my hands on it. To awaken my crescents.

It should be there. In the High House. The exact place the prophecy promised.

So I moved. And when I arrived at the gates of the High House... my jaw dropped.

This wasn’t the scene I expected.

No celebration. No music. No roaring joy of a Luna giving birth.

Only death. The front doors were wide open...careless, ominous. As if chaos had walked right in and taken residence. I stepped inside.

And froze.

The floor was littered with wolves. Some bloodied. Some groaning. Others lying too still. From upstairs and downstairs, I could feel the vibrating tension of hundreds of wolves shifting, growling, surrounding hazel..

She stood in the center of it all, dagger in hand. Her stance? Like a goddess of war. Her aura? Like nothing I had felt in decades.

I immediately looked to her stomach. Flat. No signs of recent birth. What?

Where is the child?

My eyes darted to Cayden, crumpled on the floor, held back by his parents. Caspian, too, was on his feet, watching Hazel with something between heartbreak and terror.

What the hell happened here? And then—it hit me.

Her power had awakened.

That would explain the immense strengthfrom her. The storm in her gaze. And the dominance she holds.

But how?

What could’ve triggered her crescent?

She was mid-step, about to attack rage shimmering in every part of her being...when I moved without thought.

I fired the arrow. It struck her straight in the chest.

She stumbled.

Collapsed to her knees.

And Caspian ran to her, cradling her body in his arms. His voice shook as he tried to wake her.

Cayden’s head whipped toward me, eyes wide.

I stepped forward, pulled off my wide-brimmed hat, and watched the recognition dawn on every face in that room.

"Hazel?" Cayden whispered.

I stepped fully into the High House, cloak still dragging the grave dirt behind me, and smiled faintly.

"No," I said calmly. "It’s time I introduced myself properly."

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The wolves immediately stood in front of me, growling, their bodies tense..sensing the danger that I am. Their instincts weren’t wrong.

But I didn’t come to fight. Not yet. Raising my hands, I took a slow step forward.

"I’m not a threat," I said calmly.

They hesitated. Just for a moment. But it was enough. They moved back slightly, parting just enough for me to step into the High House.

The moment my foot crossed the threshold, the past crashed down around us like thunder.

Claus. Anna.

They didn’t recognize me...just as I had planned.

Years ago, I had wiped their memories clean of me... just in case. Just in case Hazel turned out like me. And I was right. Gods, I was so right.

I turned to face them both and snapped my fingers. A surge of magic pulsed through the air.

Anna shivered, and then her eyes widened.

"Lilith?" she breathed. "Oh my god..."

She turned to Hazel’s unconscious body—and the realization hit her like a strike of lightning. Claus beside her went pale, stunned into silence.

"I’m on your side," I said, my voice low, calm. "I didn’t come here for war."

Cayden rose, his body weak and broken. The bruises on him told me Hazel or whoever she is now...had truly snapped something inside him.

"Prove it," he spat. "You look exactly like her. Are you playing some sick game? Wearing her face like it’s a costume? You think this is funny?"

"I’m not wearing anyone’s face," I replied. "This is my body. And if you’d all give me five minutes, I’d explain. But first, I want every one of your wolves to lower their damn guard."

Cayden growled. "Then tell us..who are you? Why are you here?"

I tilted my head, my voice soft but firm. "Well... I’m simply here to help. But in return, I want something."

Caspian, still on his knees, holding Hazel’s limp body, snapped his head toward me. His eyes were filled with rage and confusion.

"It’s because of the baby, isn’t it?" he said through clenched teeth. "You’re just another witch coming here to take the child. Pretending to be Hazel"

"You’re wrong," I cut in sharply. "The baby... it’s already gone?" His words hit me like a blade.

"What?"

"The baby," Caspian said, his voice almost cracking, "has been taken."

My hands clenched. No. That’s impossible. I timed it perfectly. I awakened the moment the child was born. That child was mine.

" Who took it? Who took my child?

"And why should we tell you anything?" Cayden growled, his wolves now surrounding me again. They didn’t understand. But they were about to. I raised one hand.

"Versa."

A pulse of magic exploded outward. A piercing screech echoed inside every wolf’s mind. They dropped to their knees, clutching their skulls in agony.

"I’ll make it stop," I said sweetly, "if you let me speak."

Cayden’s face twisted in horror. "Stop it...please! Stop hurting them!"

He nodded desperately. I released the spell.

Silence fell.

And then I spoke, my voice steady and grave. Correct content is on NovelFire)

"I am Hazel’s mother."

The room went still. For a heartbeat, no one breathed. And then Cayden laughed, dry and bitter.

"That has to be a joke right? Dahlia didn’t teach you how to lie better than this?.

"Anna tell your children who am I..." Anna didn’t speak. She just... shivered.

"Aww, Anna," I smirked. "Don’t get shy on me now. Go ahead, tell your sons who I am. Or maybe Claus will do the honors."

Claus’s hands shook. "Boys... I swear, I forgot. I didn’t remember her until she stepped in."

"But you’ve seen Hazel every day," Caspian said. "You had to have noticed the resemblance."

"I didn’t know," Claus whispered. "I didn’t remember..."

"It’s alright," I said. "You didn’t fail. I wiped your memories. Just in case. But now I’ve restored them because I need you to understand."

My voice hardened.

"I don’t care if you trust me. But that baby...Hazel’s baby must be found. Whoever took it must not keep it for more than 24 hours."

"Why?" Caden demanded. "What happens after 24 hours?"

I strode deeper into the room, pulled my grimoire from beneath my cloak, and slammed it down onto the table. Dust scattered. Power pulsed.

"I’m not explaining further until we find that child," I said.

"Because if we don’t..."

I looked up. My eyes were glowing now.

"We won’t live to experience another summer!"

Caspian growled, his voice rising as he stepped forward, still holding Hazel’s unconscious body tightly in his arms.

"What the hell is happening? What are you even saying?" he barked. "You can’t just show up out of nowhere and tell us you’re Hazel’s mother! Where have you been all these years? Where were you when she suffered? When she was broken? And now you’re here for the child?"

He shook his head, eyes flashing. "No. Bust my brain. Because what the hell are you actually talking about?"

I turned to him slowly, my voice flat and unimpressed.

"Aren’t you supposed to be the smart one? Rumor has it you’re the clever one among the triplets. And yet, here you are holding your Luna like she’s some delicate princess, crying over her like that baby hasn’t been taken!"

His jaw clenched.

"Despite all the revelations thrown in your face, none of you seem to grasp the truth. That child is no ordinary baby. It’s a powerful being...an heir to ancient, natural magic and instead of hunting down whoever took it, you’re here, clinging to the body of a girl who just tore down half your pack!"

I scanned the room. "Where is your witch? I’ll need her to perform a spell."

A wolf on the floor stirred and spoke, his voice bitter.

"Our witch is dead," he muttered. "If you’re her mother, then congratulations. Your damn daughter killed her."

I paused, eyes narrowing in disbelief.

"What?" The room went still. My stomach twisted.

Hazel, I thought. What have you done?

She must’ve completely snapped. This... this is why I sealed her power. She was never supposed to awaken like this. Not when her emotions are turned off.

"She’s a natural-born Crescent," I murmured aloud. "And now she’s gone cold."

The wolves looked confused, and I didn’t waste time explaining slowly.

"She’s not supposed to feel like this. Do you understand what that means?" I looked them all dead in the eye. "If I don’t find a way to turn her emotions back on, she won’t just kill witches. She’ll kill babies. She’ll destroy everything in her path. And she won’t feel an ounce of regret. No guilt. No pain. No hesitation."

I turned toward the side of the room where the body lay..wrapped in cloth, still faintly breathing.

There’s still life in her. Just enough.

"If I awaken your witch," I said slowly, "will you at least trust me? Or if not trust then allow me to stay. Allow us to work together."

Silence.

The tension in the room was suffocating until finally, the wolf yelled stepped forward.

"You can awaken her," he said. "We will work with you."

Cayden snapped, "Leon, don’t let desperation blind you! We don’t know who she really is. Why would you want to awaken our witch?"

I turned toward him, voice sharp.

"Because this is my daughter. And that baby is my grandchild. And I will burn down this entire world if that’s what it takes to protect them both."

Leon didn’t back down. "You should protect your daughter from us, because I don’t even know what the hell she’s become."

"She is a Crescent," I said quietly, and the room hushed.

"Don’t you get it?" I continued. "Crescents are rare extinct, almost. A hybrid of witch and wolf. But not just any hybrid. Crescents are witches who have trapped wolves inside themselves...dead wolves. They reawaken them. They merge with them. And Hazel..."

I turned to the still body in Caspian’s arms.

"She is the first natural-born Crescent."

Their eyes widened in disbelief.

"Nature created her that way. She didn’t need a dead wolf. She was born already bonded to both powers. That’s why I sealed her magic. That’s why she’s been unstable."

Caspian’s voice trembled. "And now?"

"Now her emotions have turned off. That’s something Crescents can do...turn everything off. No pain. No conscience. No limit. That’s why she could destroy you all. And if I don’t get her back... if I don’t get that baby back... it’s all over."

He swallowed hard, now fully realizing. "So she’s never been human."

"No," I said. "She’s a Crescent. And if we don’t act now, she’ll become something even worse."

I turned to the wolves.

"Bring me the witch."