Chapter 3.

Without allies.

Vulnerability was beginning to blossom in corners that made the harpies look like mere chess pieces. The gargoyles were horrendously lethal, natural devourers par excellence. Pain was felt every time one of their bones cracked...

And ready to completely turn the tables, Redlith, the harpy leader, covered a wolf that resembled the pack's Moon with an essence. But this didn't go unnoticed by Mateus, who now recognized her name and knew there were too many dead harpies, and if she couldn't feel empathy for her own people, ¿who would?, But why this had all started was something the gargoyles didn't know, and this went beyond a simple act of aid.

Suddenly, a trace of life began to filter through their leader Mateus's crimson red eyes, making his heart of stone beat with life again, and this meant two things: in this territory was his destined mate, because that's how it worked for gargoyles. 

Only the one who managed to make his heart of stone beat with life again was his destined mate, regardless of species. But recognizing her wasn't easy because some contact was needed, some form of physical contact, even for a millisecond, to know who she was. 

But he had already brushed against wolves and harpies in this place and had taken the lives of more than one, but none of them was his destined mate.

Only that love for gargoyles went beyond limits; it was rough, harsh, aggressive, and lethal. One could say that for his destined mate, being related to a gargoyle was a curse of fate, a dirty act of abuse, because love could kill him, not the stone warriors, but his destined mate, because everything was so Chilling, so possessive it was impossible to bear…

Although it could be the case that her destined loved the adrenaline rush of being on the brink of death, because that's what love meant, since if you bring a gargoyle back to life you have to surrender to death…

The harpies had no allies; they were beautiful, with golden eyes that made their appearance somewhere between pleasant and creepy, and that diabolical body covered in dark metallic feathers made their wings look imposing…

They were the clearest representation of the celestial and the infernal in a single being. Their hair seemed made of strands of gold or silver, and they were predators so lethal they left no room for surrender. 

And there was Redlith demonstrating her authority, but the Alpha and the leader of both species had already planned something to take away what they believed to be the pack's moon…

Although secretly, the stone warrior believed it was a curse for the Alpha to have been bred with a useless human, but he preferred to remain silent and keep his comments to himself...

And without the harpies noticing, Mateus went after Redlith. The harpy seemed to be shedding tears of blood, refusing to accept defeat, refusing to accept that her people were dying, but she wasn't giving up either.

The Alpha acted in front of her to try to persuade her to give him her Moon, and she screamed at him that she would lose her mind for what he had done to her people and that her love would never be reciprocated because he was a murderer of her people.