All Chapters of Second Chance Luna: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

ALPHA JACOB Joining a war that has nothing to do with me might be the most stupid decision I’ve ever made since I became Alpha. I can’t even explain why I want to participate in this war and now that I’m here in front of Nikolai, I know there’s no turning back now. “I don’t understand, what does it have to do with you?” He asks innocently but I would be a fool to think that he completely trusts me. Nobody trusts anybody when it comes to war and to top it all off his woman has recently been kidnapped. “I want to fight this war with you, that is of course if you let me.” I say and he grunts. “Why would you want to do that? You know how deadly this war is going to be and it has nothing to do with you so why?” he asks bit I don’t have an answer for him. If I hadn’t cut off all communications with Isador, I would have said she bewitched me out of spite. “I just thought it would be better to have you as an ally rather than an enemy.” “This is not a war that you have to pick sides, y

NIKOLAI I don’t know what to expect, one pack? two? I have no idea but what I do know is that I’m prepared for whatever I might face. My army and Jacob’s army together are unstoppable. I’m going to get my wife and not even the goddess could stop me. I’m going to put an end to this once and for all and focus on making my pack the best pack in the land. “We leave today and we find a place to lay low till midnight, we start to attack by then.” I tell Jacob and he chinks down his last loaf of bread. “Why do you want to strike by midnight?” he asks ignorantly. “So they won’t see it coming?” “Exactly!” I answer and he chuckles. “What’s so funny?” I ask and he wipes his mouth meticulously before turning his head in my direction. “They’ve been preparing for this war for months and you’ve struck them a couple of times already, do you really think you’ll catch them unaware?” I think about it for a while, he’s got a point but I still think our best moment to strike is when they’re asle

PRIEST Priest cracks his back as he wakes up from his living room couch. He didn't make it to the bed this time around. He had had one to many jars of sweet alcohol, something he shouldn't be doing, knowing his reputation around the pack. But a man's got to do what he has got to do, especially with the responsibility of raising a grand son and helping countless wolves on a daily basis. His life is too not basic to avoid alcohol. It's the fastest way to survive, according to a few researchers who made this comment while under the influence. I don't overdo it before I get the spirit angry like that last, and then I'd be left on my own and with my half-baked wits to council Tyson wolves. What a horror. I'm glad they returned it back the last time I met them while performing the art. I hate it when I don't have the help of the spirits. It makes the work ten times worse and harder. I don't even get holidays. The boy runs off to get breakfast from the market. I'm waiting at home on a ro

JACOB “What sort of magic is this that the men are starting to kill each other? Nikolai didn’t tell me these people had black magic. Where the hell is Nikolai?!” I thunder and he starts to stutter. “You suddenly can’t talk?!” “Jethro took him.” He says and I flinch. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go at all. “Tell all the men to retreat! All the sane ones at least, I don’t need anyone going haywire and killing anyone on the road.” I tell him and I hear his footsteps as he races back to the battle field. “Hurry!” I yell after him. The fact that they’re mindless killing wolves going around is an unsettling fact for me. My blindness is not helping either. I impatiently wait for him to return as I consider taking my chances and leaving before them. If we’re going to save Nikolai, we need more men and a new plan. NIKOLAI I should have killed Donovan myself when I had the chance. How dare that bastard?! As far as I know, only my father knows how those arrows are made. Jus

JACOB “All the men have been taken hostage!” A guard reports and I growl in confusion. “What is that supposed to mean?” “The men were over powered and we’re chained like slaves.” He explains like I don’t know what taken hostage means. “If all the men were taken, how are you here?” I ask suspiciously and I hear him draw his sword. “Because I promised them you.” He answers and tries to chain my hands together but he doesn’t get a chance. I grab his wrist so tight that the sword falls from the other hand. I can’t tell where the sword is but I can tell where it’s not so I drag him out of the sword's reach. Every time he tries to land a punch, he’s several seconds too late because he’s lousy. When he’s done trying, I reach for his neck and twist it until I hear his bones break. I know I should have gone without the guards. I find my way back into the carriage, giddy up the horses, get on the road and hope that I don’t get lost. I have a keen sense of direction but I’m not sure