HEARTS OF DIVINE RUIN (The MoonGoddess and The AlphaKing)

The moment Elynn stepped outside, chaos erupted. 
Luna felt a chill run down her spine, a premonition of the horrors that were about to unfold. It began as a low growl, reverberating through the air, building into a menacing chorus of snarls and howls.
Luna's heart raced as she watched, helpless, from her ghostly vantage point. 
A group of wolves - some pack wolves and some rogue wolves—her own kind, twisted and savage—burst through the door, eyes gleaming with malice. Their fur was matted and bloodstained, and their snarls echoed with a feral hunger.
"Please, don't!" the old woman cried, her voice trembling as she shielded Ezra with her frail body. "He's just a boy! Let him go!"
"Get away from him!" Luna screamed, but her voice was nothing more than a whisper lost in the wind. She felt her heart tear as she watched the old woman's desperate attempts to protect Ezra.
"Pathetic human, You dare take our goddess from us " one of the wolves spat, lunging forward. With a brutal swipe, it slashed its claws across the old woman's chest, ripping through flesh with terrifying ease. She fell to the ground, gasping, her hands clutching her wound as blood poured from her body.
"Stop! Please! Mother - Help-" Ezra shouted, tears streaming down his face as he scrambled back, but the wolves advanced, their eyes glinting with cruel delight.
"Leave him alone!" Luna cried out, but no one heard her. The wolves closed in, surrounding the child, their breath hot and heavy with the scent of blood.
"Ezra!" Luna screamed, but her ghostly voice was swallowed by the chaos.
The old woman, gasping for breath, clawed at the ground, reaching for Ezra. "Run, sweetheart! Run!" she cried, but it was too late.
With a chilling howl, one of the wolves lunged at Ezra, its jaws snapping shut around his small body. 
Luna watched in horror, her heart pounding as the boy's terrified screams were silenced. The wolf shook him like a rag doll, blood spraying across the room as the old woman's cries turned to wails of despair.

"NO! Please, stop! Let him go!" she begged, but the wolves were merciless. They tore into the old woman, her cries of agony echoing in Luna's ears as she struggled to protect her grandson. With a vicious snarl, they ripped her apart, leaving only remnants of what had once been a loving grandmother.
Luna felt as though she were being torn apart herself, her heart breaking into pieces as she witnessed the horror. She tried to move, to intervene, but she was frozen, trapped in a nightmare she couldn't escape.
"Elynn! Elynn!" Luna screamed, desperate to find her past self, but as she stepped outside the cottage, she was met with a scene that froze her blood.
The village lay in ruins, bodies strewn across the ground, lifeless and torn apart. Blood soaked the earth, turning the once vibrant place into a grotesque graveyard. The stench of death filled the air, mingling with the acrid smoke that began to rise from the nearby buildings.
Elynn's lifeless body lay just a few steps from the door, her once radiant form now marred by deep claw marks and bite wounds. Luna's heart shattered as she saw the gaping hole in Elynn's chest where her heart had been ripped away. The sight of her past self, so full of life just moments ago, now cold and still, left Luna feeling utterly hollow.
"Elynn!" Luna screamed, falling to her knees beside the body, but the woman could not hear her. "No, no, no... Please, come back! you need to stop them !"
But it was too late. The village that had once been filled with laughter and warmth was now engulfed in flames. Fire erupted from everywhere, consuming the remnants of her life, the echoes of happiness turned to ashes.
Luna's mind spiraled as she crawled into the corner of the cottage, her heart a frozen void. She sat there for hours, staring at the destruction around her, the flames licking at the sky as they devoured everything she had once known. Her heart heavy as she watched everything she had loved turn to ashes. 
In that moment, time ceased to exist. She couldn't move, couldn't speak; all she could do was witness the destruction unfolding before her eyes. The flames danced wildly, devouring her village, the place she had called home. The laughter of her once son, Ezra, echoed in her ears, a haunting reminder of the innocence lost.
"Why?" she whispered, her voice barely a breath. But no one answered.
Luna crumbled amidst the scorched remains of the once-thriving village, the acrid scent of burnt wood and charred flesh filling her lungs. Her gaze swept over the devastation, the mangled ruins of homes, the blackened skeletons of those she once knew, loved, and protected—all reduced to ash. For a fleeting moment, her sanity shattered like fragile glass, leaving her suspended in a liminal void where time itself seemed to cease.
She couldn't move, couldn't speak—only watch in horror as every memory from her past life as Elynn crashed over her, drowning her in emotions long forgotten. 
It was a cruel twist of fate. 
The so called gods had taken those feelings from her when they forced her to ascend her as a goddess. They wiped out the humanity she had nurtured, leaving her with only fractured memories that held no weight, no depth. Until now.
With her return to mortality, every last sensation flooded back—Ezra's bright laughter, the warmth of Quintus's embrace, the safety and love she found in the village. 
She remembered pleading with the gods to let her remain in that fragile, fleeting life, to live out the years as a human, just a few more, just until Ezra grew up, until he was old enough to fend for himself.
But they hadn't listened.
No, they'd ripped it all from her, tore it apart in the cruelest way possible—using her own kind, her people, to do it. 
Wolves, the same beings that looked to her as their goddess, had been ordered to burn everything she loved to the ground. 
Her own followers had torn Ezra from her arms, had slaughtered the people she called family. 
And all because she was selfish enough to cling to her human trial, selfish enough to want to live as Elynn a little longer.
Now she was forced to face it all—her sins, her failures—embodied in the shadow that emerged from the ashen ruins. From the wreckage, a shadow emerged, dark and twisted. The remnants of the burned houses shifted, the scorched timber creaking as if in agony, and out of the ashes rose a figure—tall, cloaked in darkness, his presence like a void swallowing the night.
The dark air seemed to pulse and ripple around him, tainted by a sinister aura.
It was him—Quintus.
Luna's breath caught in her throat as recognition surged through her. After centuries apart, the sight of his face—a visage once full of warmth now twisted in hatred—felt like a blade plunging into her heart. 
Quintus. 
Her former mate, the father of her cherished son, Ezra. The man she had once loved fiercely, deeper than any mortal could understand. 
He was here, after all these lifetimes.
But he was not the same. 
The Quintus she had known was lost, replaced by a creature shrouded in darkness, his very presence suffused with malevolence. 
She took a step forward, her resolve hardening despite the fear clawing at her chest, words pressing against her throat—a desperate need to speak.
"Quintus," she breathed, her voice steady yet laced with guilt and longing. 
The name hung heavy between them, a reminder of what once was and what had been lost.