Alle Kapitel von IM THE LUNA: Kapitel 71 – Kapitel 80

That morning, before the sun had fully risen into the sky, Enne, Altair, Andhara and Nathalie left the pack territory and began their journey towards the cave Andhara was referring to. The forest they had to pass through was darker and quieter than usual. The trees towered high, forming a thick canopy that let only a little sunlight penetrate to the ground. The air was cold, carrying the scent of wet leaves after last night's rain. Enne stared at the street below him, his mind spinning at Andhara's confession."Moonstone..." she murmured softly.Back then, the last time Andhara had kidnapped her, there was something different about the man. The look in his eyes, the way he spoke, and his aura felt more... dark. Now everything was starting to make sense. The moonstone was not just a legend, but something real and influential.Enne clenched his fists, determined. If the stone had anything to do with Lynx's disappearance, then he had to find it.Currently, they were on their way to the c

The morning air felt heavier as Enne stood at the edge of the balcony, looking up at the slowly brightening sky. His hands grasped the wooden railing, trying to find peace after the journey they had just gone through last night. However, something was bothering him-a faint whisper that had lingered in his mind since their return from the spirit world."You must go back to remember everything."The voice came again, clearer than before. Enne felt something inside him-a strange energy that he had never felt before. Ever since his inner wolf returned, there was a part of him that felt changed.Footsteps sounded from behind. She didn't need to turn her head to know who was approaching."Still thinking about last night's trip?" Altair's voice sounded low and calm, as usual.Enne nodded slowly. "It feels... like something's not right. Like something came back with us."Altair stood beside her, his eyes staring intently at the sky as if searching for answers. "I feel it too," he said. "But w

The northern forest greeted them with an eerie silence. The trees towered high, their dense foliage forming a dark canopy that allowed little sunlight to penetrate below. The cold air bit into their skin, but Altair and Enne stepped out with confidence."Are you sure they came this way?" asked Enne, observing the surroundings carefully."Their tracks led here," Altair replied. "But...""But what?""This is too easy," muttered Altair. "If they really escaped, they wouldn't have left such an obvious trail. Unless...""...they want us to find them." Enne finished her sentence in a low voice.Altair nodded, his expression hardening. "I don't like this.""Have you ever liked anything involving Andhara?" Enne tried to break the ice with some humor, but Altair just shook his head."Maybe she does need help this time."They continued walking, following a faint trail on the ground covered in leaves. Their steps stopped when they saw a man sitting on a boulder, waiting quietly. Andhara."I gues

A thin mist shrouded the Old Forest that morning. The sound of leaves rustling in the wind was faintly heard among the silence. The forest still carried wounds, just like those who now stood in its center.Altair stood between the two figures who were now the axis of his unending inner conflict. Andhara looked at him with a cold gaze, full of old wounds that hadn't really dried up. On the other side, Nathalie stood with her hands clenched into fists, her eyes puffy but not a single tear drop fell. She had run out of tears."Why did you bring me to this place?" Andhara asked. Her voice was calm, but every word seemed to cut through the air."Because this is where it all began," Altair replied softly. "And maybe... this is where we can end it."Nathalie let out a deep breath. She already knew this was going to be a difficult encounter, but still her heart was racing. Not because of fear. But because of the small hope that still lingered-the hope that Andhara would look at her the way sh

"Have you really lost your mind, Altair?" the voice of Garven, a member of the Council of Elders, echoed inside the main meeting room.Sitting in his chair quietly, Altair stared at the elders before him. His face was flat, but his eyes were burning with stress."I am not losing my mind," he replied quietly. "I just choose to look at reality from a broader perspective.""Reality? What's real is that you let two former enemies roam free in our territory! You seem to forget how Andhara nearly killed many of us!" Thorne interrupted in a huff."And Nathalie is one of them too!" exclaimed another elder, Garren. "Are you sure they won't repeat the same thing?"Altair stood up slowly from his chair. "They have undergone a holy ritual. They promised not to betray us. And more than that... our enemy is not them.""If not them, then who?" asked Garven, squinting.The door opened suddenly. Enne stepped inside, his steps steady despite his pounding heart. He knew this was a crucial moment. "I kno