All Chapters of The Feral Alpha’s Rejected Luna: Chapter 411 - Chapter 420

Diana"At ease," Dom commands, his voice carrying across the assembled army. "Heal and catch your breath. We move out in fifteen minutes."I lead Emerald to a quieter spot on the side to rest. Billy himself is mostly healed from our fight with those creatures, but his worry for Emerald makes him unable to let the child out of his sight. He settles beside her.The fifteen minutes pass quickly. The second the time is up, it's as though a silent command ripples through the group. Every wolf instantly straightens, comes to attention, their collective aura sharpening like a razor's edge. The transformation is impressive—wounded soldiers becoming lethal weapons in the span of a heartbeat.Dom looks out over our army of powerful warriors, his expression grave. "I'm not going to lie to you," he begins, his voice carrying to every corner of our makeshift camp. "We're in enemy territory now. This forest is riddled with traps, and we don't know the terrain the way our enemies do."The silence is

Diana Like disorderly dominoes, one by one, random rogues from the army standing opposite us start to collapse. Each death is swift but brutal, their bodies simply giving out as if some invisible hand has reached inside and stopped their hearts. I gasp in horror and take an instinctive step forward. I open my mouth and scream. “Stop it!” "Stop!" Dom shouts at the same time as me. Instantly, the rogues stop falling. The field falls silent except for the heavy breathing of rage from the Amadeus wolves and the frightened whimpers of the other rogues. Then a voice reaches us. "Rescind your command, Amadeus." I stiffen. The female voice is arctic cold, making me feel like I've been dropped into a freezer. This voice doesn't belong to the red-clad witch in front of us. In fact, it's not from any of the witches I can see. But I recognize this voice. It's the same voice we heard while hiding in that closet, trying to avoid detection. It's the Dark Witches' Matriarch! Dom's jaw

DianaFor the next few hours, all I'm able to focus on is the fight. I block out the deaths I'm witnessing, compartmentalizing the horror so I can function. My world narrows to the immediate threat in front of me—dodge this claw, strike that weak point, protect this rogue.I move through the battlefield like a ghost, my body acting on pure instinct while my mind retreats to a place where the screaming can't reach me. Blood coats my hands, my clothes, my face. Some of it is mine, but most belongs to others—creatures, rogues, fellow warriors.Slowly, agonizingly, we begin to turn the tide. The creatures fall one by one, their unnatural bodies finally succumbing to our relentless assault. Each death is hard-won, paid for in blood and exhaustion.Finally, mercifully, the last creature is killed. A massive thing that looked like a wolf crossed with a rhinoceros crashes to the ground with a final, shuddering breath. The battlefield falls momentarily silent except for the labored breathing of

DianaAs I watch in growing horror, all the dark witches close their eyes and inhale deeply, their faces tilted upward toward the blood moon. The red-clad witch spreads her arms wide, as though she's soaking in some invisible energy, her expression one of pure ecstasy. There's something deeply unsettling about the way they're all breathing in unison, their chests rising and falling with ritualistic precision.Though I can't feel magic the way a witch would, my werewolf instincts are screaming at me that something fundamental is changing. The very air around these witches feels different now—thicker, more oppressive, crackling with a dark energy that makes my skin crawl. They're getting stronger. I can sense it.My heart pounds with an escalating dread as I watch their power grow with each passing second.Dom appears beside me. His expression is grimmer than I've ever seen it, his jaw clenched so tight. "They're getting stronger," he says, his voice barely above a whisper but carrying

DianaDom’s jaw clenches as he takes a step forward. He tries to go through the barrier himself, but his body just slams against the wall of dark energy. Unfortunately, he's unable to go through.He growls furiously and starts to smash against the barrier with his fists, and it shakes under the force of his blows but holds firm.The witches completely ignore him. In fact, since we arrived, they haven't even acknowledged our presence. It's like we don't exist to them, like nothing in the world matters except whatever they're trying to accomplish. Suddenly, they start chanting.Their voices are low at first. The words seem to twist and writhe in the air, each syllable wrong in a way that makes my ears hurt. There's something fundamentally disturbing about the sound.Then chanting takes on an extremely strange tune, sharp and high voices that seem to cut through the air like blades. Gradually, these individual voices condense into one unified sound that rises and falls in hypnotic patter