Novels by Birdy Edwards

CHAPTER 161Isabella's POVThe wind gently hummed a quiet tune as I stood there, heart racing, looking at the sea of faces in front of me. Everyone was bowing. The crowd felt filled with respect and wonder, every head down in respect, as I carried the burden of my new title, my new life.I couldn’t stop the smile that grew on my face. I had done it. I was their Luna, and for the first time, the rush of feelings was both exciting and scary. I looked at my mom, Serenity, whose face showed pride and something else—something deeper, harder to understand. My breath stopped as I saw that I had changed from just a girl to a leader in moments.The moment felt strange but exciting. As I walked along the platform, my heart started to calm, supported by the applause that crashed around me like waves. Each clap echoed in my chest, giving me a fresh sense of purpose as I got closer to the beautiful throne—my throne. I held onto the armrests, feeling the cool metal under my hands. With a steady mov

CHAPTER 160Isabella's POVI looked in the mirror, feeling a mix of emotions. Today was important. Today, I would take my mother’s place and become the Luna of the Whitewolf Pack. I took a deep breath to calm myself while Emily smiled big and fixed the crescent moon hairpiece in my hair.“You look amazing, sis!” Emily said with joy. “I really think you could make the moon turn red.”Even though I was nervous, I still smiled at her. When I looked down, I saw my own doubt in the glass. “Thanks, Em, but it's just a dress and some shiny jewelry.”“Oh come on! This isn’t just any dress! You’re going to be the Luna! You should enjoy this,” Emily said, adding more sparkle to my outfit.I wish she could see. My heart felt heavier as I remembered the tough tasks to come. “I really do appreciate it, but I want this to end. It's not the crowning I'm worried about.”Emily's smile faded when she saw my worried look. “What’s wrong? I thought you'd be really excited.”“It seems like everyone else is

CHAPTER 159Ethan's POVI stood at the edge of the open area, smelling the harsh smoke and the sharp smell of blood around me. My heart raced—not only from the violent attack we had just faced but also from the deep worry crawling in my stomach, a sign that something even worse was coming. The uneasy feeling that had kept me safe as the leader of the Bloodmoon Pack grew stronger inside me.I looked at Brian as he walked towards me, his face showing strong determination.“They're near,” he said firmly, sounding calm even with all the noise. “Wolves from the north… and the south.” He looked worried, a bit puzzled. “Who can they be?”I felt a chill at the back of my neck, making me pause. This was no usual group of wolves I sensed trouble coming. “I’m not sure, but we need to get ready, Brian. Something feels really wrong.”Out of nowhere, I felt a rush as I sensed wolves coming from the west, making me feel urgent. I raised my chin and shouted, “Get everyone ready to defend!” My voice e

CHAPTER 158Ethan's POVMy heart pounded, and I felt a strong need to act as I signaled for her to sit down. “You have to sit.” I said, keeping my voice calm but strong, making sure there was no chance to argue.She sat down in the chair in front of me without waiting. “Ethan.” she said, her voice shaking a little with worry, “my sources... they have news. The elders, who watch over us, they've been attacked!”I felt a chill run down my back. “An attack? How? When?““It just arrived.” she continued, her eyes filled with concern. “Early this morning. Right after the first news...”My thoughts raced with what this meant. An attack on the elders? It seemed impossible—who would be bold enough? “Who would try?“ I said quietly, more to myself than to her.“The answer is clear, Alpha.” Brian said quickly, sounding worried. “We have to act fast before it gets worse.”I jumped up, feeling determined. “Beta Brian!” I shouted, my voice firm. Looking directly at him, I said, “Get the best fighter

CHAPTER 157Ethan's POVMy heart raced in as I walked away from Beta Brian, who seemed to disappear. What had just happened? That moment with Isabella? It felt odd yet very familiar, like the first hints of something I thought I had lost. I could still hear her—her voice ringing in my head, a sound I had worried I would never hear again.As I walked toward the throne room, I felt nervous and excited at the same time. I needed a minute alone to think about this new situation and figure out what it meant. I pushed open the big doors and looked back at Brian just as he was about to say something.“Just give me a few minutes.” I said, my voice getting urgent.He nodded with worry and curiosity on his face as he stepped back into the hall. I took a deep breath and sank into the big chair that felt strange right now. Closing my eyes, I tried to concentrate—Isabella? Are you still there?“Ethan?” Her voice echoed in my head, clear and true even in this odd way. My heart filled with warmth—it

CHAPTER 156Ethan's POVI sat rigidly on his throne, the oppressive weight of my thoughts almost suffocating. The chamber was shrouded in silence, illuminated only by the flickering candlelight that cast dancing shadows on the stone walls. But within me, a storm raged—a tempest of anxiety and dread. I clenched my jaw, replaying the events of recent days, a coil of betrayal and impending doom tightening around my heart.The threat from the Blackwood Pack loomed in the cold north, whispers of their menace echoing in my mind for far too long. Tension hung in the air like a thick, oppressive fog, stifling any hopes of peace.“Damn it,” I muttered under my breath, pinching the bridge of my nose. Axel and Elena were on the run, and while part of me wanted to feel relief, the sickening thought of their potential alliance with the Blackwood made my blood boil. “What twisted family have they found now?”My thoughts turned to Isabella—the fierce spirit who had carved a space for herself in the

CHAPTER 140Epilogue*Three Years Later*The afternoon sun cast dappled shadows over the clearing where laughter rang through the trees. Two small figures darted between the trunks with their giggles bright as they dodged behind bushes.“You can’t catch me, Dad!” A little boy with wild dark hair just like his father’s peeked out from behind an oak, grinning.Derek growled playfully while flexing his fingers like claws. “Oh, I will catch you, Lucas. And when I do..”Before he could finish, a tiny blur of reddish brown curls barreled into his legs. His daughter, Maya, clung to him while giggling. “Got you, Papa!”Layla sat on a large flat rock nearby, shaking her head with a smile. “Careful, Derek. She’s fast, just like me.”Derek scooped Maya up, tickling her sides until she shrieked with laughter. “Oh, is that so? Then let’s see…”Lucas chose that moment to sprint past, and Derek lunged, easily capturing the boy under one arm while Maya dangled over his shoulder. “Got you both!”

CHAPTER 139Layla's POVThe grand council chambers of the Bloodwood Pack House buzzed with a nervous energy that was almost palpable. The room, usually reserved for the most solemn of occasions, was filled to capacity. Alphas from the allied packs, their faces a mixture of exhaustion and grim determination, occupied the inner circle of seats. Behind them, the revered Council Elders, their expressions grave, sat with an air of ancient wisdom. In the very back, a scattering of Beta's and trusted warriors stood, silent witnesses to the unfolding history. The air was thick with the scent of pine and old parchment, mingled with the earthy aroma of dozens of powerful wolves.Derek and I entered together, a phalanx of guards silently parting before us. As we reached the raised dais at the head of the room, a hush fell, the murmuring dying down to an expectant silence. Every eye in the room was on us. On him, the victorious Alpha King. And on me, the Luna Queen who had banished a goddess.

CHAPTER 138Layla's POVThe acrid stench of battle still clung to the air, heavy and metallic, a constant reminder of the carnage we had just barely survived. But the sounds of dying men, the desperate cries of retreat, had ceased, replaced by the hushed movements of our victorious pack. Yet, right here, before us, one last discordant note persisted.Daisy.She knelt, a pathetic figure, yet her eyes, blazing with an unholy fire, were anything but. Her hands were bound roughly behind her, her once pristine clothes now torn and stained with grime, but her spine remained rigid, defiant. The soldier who held her arm kept a firm grip, clearly anticipating resistance.“Bow, traitor!” the soldier snarled, pressing down on her shoulder, but Daisy held firm, her jaw set.“I will never bow!” she shrieked, her voice raw, echoing across the stunned silence of the battlefield. It was a sound that scraped against my very soul, resurrecting ghosts of a past I thought I'd buried. “Never to you, Layl

CHAPTER 137Layla's POVThe killing blow was poised, the very air vibrating with the malevolent power that coursed through my veins, Malkin’s will a roar in my mind. Derek lay broken, his eyes locked on mine, a silent plea that seemed to pierce through the goddess’s control. “I love you, Layla,” he’d whispered, and those words, so raw and true, were the first crack in the iron grip around my soul.A flicker, then a torrent. The memories hit me like a physical force, images flashing behind my eyes, not of power or conquest, but of warmth, of peace. Derek’s hand in mine as we walked through the sun-dappled forest, his easy laugh echoing through the trees. The first time he truly looked at me, not as the abandoned girl, but as his fated mate. His lips, warm and gentle, pressing against mine under the moonlight, a promise in every touch. The way he held me close, chasing away the shadows of my past, whispering words of safety and belonging. His unwavering belief in me, even when I doub

CHAPTER 136Derek's POVThe roar of my pack echoed through the valley, a fierce symphony of triumph and pursuit. The enemy, broken and scattered, fled like rats from a sinking ship, their dark magic dissipated, their will shattered. One moment, we were locked in a desperate struggle, the next, the tide had turned with a violent, irreversible surge. It felt like the ground beneath us had tilted, sending our foes tumbling into the abyss.“Pursue them!” I bellowed, my voice raw but strong, slicing through the lingering din of battle. “Leave none to carry tales of their failure! Let their retreat be a rout!”My warriors, fueled by adrenaline and victory, needed no further urging. They surged forward, a relentless wave of fangs and fury, chasing the last pockets of resistance deeper into the surrounding forest. The air still hummed with spent energy, the scent of blood mingling with the metallic tang of ozone, but the terror that had gripped this land for too long was finally receding. Y

CHAPTER 135Layla's POVMy heart, already a bruised drum in my chest, leaped with a fresh, desperate hope. Reinforcements. Real reinforcements. The silver tide that had begun to trickle in from the south now surged, a torrent of armored forms, their howls ripping through the smoke-choked air. From the west, a deep, resonant roar Derek’s roar, unmistakable even through the chaos heralded the arrival of the Snowrest Pack.“They’re here, My Queen!” Rowan’s voice, hoarse but jubilant, cut through the din. He stood a breath away, sword still dripping from his last kill, his eyes wide with a mixture of exhaustion and exhilaration. “Just as he promised!”I could only nod, my throat tight. The sight of them hundreds, thousands, pouring into the city like a cleansing flood was almost too much to bear. They moved with a disciplined ferocity that my dwindling, weary warriors could only dream of. Swords flashed, spears pierced, and arrows rained down in deadly volleys. For so long, we had fough