CHAPTER 114: LUNA’S DIPLOMACY

Luna POV

The vampire’s fangs were an inch from my throat when I said the magic words.

"Your maker would be ashamed of your lack of honor."

Dmitri froze, his red eyes widening in shock. Around us, the emergency meeting collapsed into chaos as werewolves snarled and vampires hissed, but I kept my voice steady and calm.

"I know about Katarina," I continued softly. "How she taught you that true strength comes from protecting the innocent, not threatening them."

Dmitri’s grip on my shoulders relaxed. "How could you possibly know that name?"

"Because I’ve been doing my homework," I answered, pulling a worn letter from my pocket. "She wrote to Alpha Marcus fifty years ago, asking for safe passage through our area. She wanted to protect human children from a rogue vampire group."

The ancient vampire stepped back fully, staring at the letter like it was made of gold. "You have her correspondence?"

I nodded, feeling proud that my research had paid off. Ever since becoming Aiden’s diplomat, I’d spent every free moment learning about the other magical species. While everyone else prepared for war, I’d been planning for peace. "Katarina believed different species could work together," I said, addressing not just Dmitri but the entire room. "She died trying to prove it."

The tension in the cave shifted. Other vampires whispered among themselves, recognizing the name. Even the werewolves looked interested instead of angry.

"That letter saved my pack’s lives," Elder Marcus said softly. "Katarina warned us about the rogue clan. We were able to evacuate the human town before they struck. "

I saw my chance and took it. "Which proves that vampires and werewolves can be allies when we focus on what we share instead of what divides us."

"Pretty words," scoffed a vampire with silver hair. "But the Void King doesn’t care about our feelings. It wants to eat everything."

"Exactly," I agreed. "Which is why we need each other more than ever."

I moved to the center of the circle, my heart pounding but my voice strong. This was my moment to show I belonged here, that I could contribute something besides my family name.

"I’ve been studying the ancient treaties," I stated. "Before the Great War between our species, there were accords that controlled supernatural cooperation. Rules that all our ancestors followed."

"Those treaties are dust," growled a werewolf from the River Pack. "No one’s honored them for centuries."

"Because no one remembers them," I shot back. "But I found copies in the old files. Treaties that could bind us all together again."

I pulled out a thick folder of papers I’d been carrying for weeks. "The Moonlight Accords, signed in 1847. The Shadow Pact of 1623. The Blood and Bone Agreement from 1399. All still legally binding under magical law."

The room went quiet. Even the Lost Peoples - the elf, dwarf, and dragon-woman - leaned forward with interest.

"You’ve been busy," the elf said approvingly.

"I had to be," I replied. "Everyone keeps talking about fighting the Void King, but no one was talking about how to work together afterward. What happens when the war is over? Do we go back to centuries of feuding, or do we build something better?"

Dmitri studied me with new respect. "What exactly are you proposing?"

This was it. The moment I’d been preparing for. "A new Great Alliance. Not just against the Void King, but for the future. Shared territories, mutual protection, joint councils to settle disputes before they become wars."

"Impossible," snapped the silver-haired vampire. "Our species are too different."

"Are we?" I challenged. "We all protect what we love. We all fear losing our children. We all want to live and thrive. The differences are just in the details."

I turned to address each group individually. "Werewolves respect loyalty and family. Vampires respect honor and tradition. The Lost Peoples value knowledge and balance. Those aren’t competing forces - they’re complementary strengths."

To my surprise, heads were nodding around the room. My words were actually working.

"The girl speaks sense," rumbled the dwarf. "The old alliances held for thousands of years because they recognized these truths."

"But the treaties you mentioned," said a werewolf elder, "they require unanimous agreement from all major supernatural leaders. That’s impossible to achieve."

My heart sank. He was right. Getting everyone to agree would take months we didn’t have.

That’s when baby Emma’s cries echoed through the cave, and something amazing happened. Every supernatural being in the room turned toward the sound with the same expression - protective worry. Not pack loyalty or species pride, but the universal need to shield an innocent kid from harm.

"Look around," I said softly. "We’re already united in the only way that counts. We all want to save her."

Prince Ash’s voice carried from deeper in the cave, saying words in a language that made my skin tingle. His Soul Transfer spell was starting, and power crackled through the air like lightning.

"If the spell works," I said quickly, "Lily’s baby will be safe from the Void King. But what about all the other children? What about the future kids who’ll be born into whatever world we leave behind?"

I saw it then - the moment when distant politics became personal reality. These weren’t just magical leaders anymore. They were future parents, grandparents, guardians of the next generation.

"The treaties," Dmitri said slowly. "They included emergency provisions, didn’t they?"

I nodded, flipping through the papers. "Clause Seven of the Moonlight Accords: ’In times of existential threat to all supernatural life, temporary alliances may be enacted by simple majority vote, with full ratification to follow within one year.’"

"And we certainly qualify as an existential threat situation," the dragon-woman observed dryly.

Hope flared in my chest. "So we can form the alliance now, quickly. Fight the Void King together, then work out the details later."

"I vote yes," said Elder Marcus strongly.

"As do I," added Dmitri.

One by one, the leaders stated their agreement. My heart soared as I realized we were actually doing it - creating the first inter-species alliance in ages.

But then Prince Ash screamed from the other room, a sound of pure agony that made everyone freeze.

"The spell," mumbled the elf. "Something’s gone wrong."

Through the cave opening, I saw a pillar of silver light shooting into the sky. But instead of the clean, bright magic I’d expected, this light was twisted, wrong somehow.

"The Void King," I breathed in horror. "It’s corrupting the Soul Transfer spell."

Lily’s tortured cry joined Ash’s scream, and I felt the temperature in the cave drop twenty degrees in seconds.

"The alliance," I said frantically, looking around at the supernatural leaders. "We need to seal it now, before—"

My words were cut off as the cave wall burst inward. Through the gap stepped three figures I recognized from the old texts - the Void King’s lieutenants, creatures of pure entropy and hunger.

"Too late," hissed the first officer, its voice like acid on stone. "The birth starts. The alliance dies before it gets breath."

The second lieutenant smiled with a mouth full of black teeth. "The contracts are void. The agreements are broken. Only emptiness remains."

I looked around at the magical leaders, seeing fear replacing hope in their eyes. Everything I’d worked for, all the trust I’d built, was falling.

But then I remembered something from my study, a clause buried deep in the oldest treaty of all.

"The Void Clause," I said, my voice carrying clearly despite my fear. " Article One of the first supernatural compact, signed before written history began."

The third officer paused, tilting its horrible head. "What pathetic words do you speak, diplomat child?"

I smiled, even as my hands shook. "The words that bind you."

And I began to read the most dangerous contract ever written - the one that would either save us all or trap us forever in a bargain with the Void King itself.