All Chapters of Donavon's lost Luna : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Chapter 100: The rain had eased into a steady, somber drizzle by the time Donavon stepped out onto the rampart of the safe house. The night was deep and cold, with the forest stretching out in dark silhouettes beneath a heavy sky. Every rustle of leaves, every distant howl of wolves, carried with it the weight of imminent danger—a reminder that the enemy was regrouping, ready to strike once more. The recent victory at the border, though hard-fought, had only served to heighten the pack’s anxiety. Now, the stakes were higher than ever.Donavon’s eyes scanned the horizon, fixated on the treeline along the western ridge. His mind replayed the scouts’ urgent reports from earlier that evening: enemy units, numbering in the dozens, had been observed forming up along the ridge. Not only were they regrouping, but there were also whispers of a new leader among them—an enemy whose dark insignia bore the unmistakable marks of the old regime. Every instinct within him screamed that this was not

Chapter 102: The first rays of dawn spilled over the battlefield, revealing a landscape forever altered by the night’s brutal struggle. The enemy, though repelled, had left behind a haunting silence and a bitter tally of loss. The Blue Moon Pack’s warriors, now bloodied and exhausted, gathered around the battered remnants of the defense line. Each wolf bore scars not only on their bodies but in their hearts—a reminder that every victory in battle came at a steep cost.Donavon stood amidst the chaos, his eyes scanning the carnage with a mixture of fierce pride and deep sorrow. The enemy had been driven back from the western ridge, but the cost was visible in the fallen and the wounded. His gaze swept over the battered ground, each mark and bruise a testament to the sacrifice of his pack. Yet, among all the losses, one wound cut deeper than any physical injury: Hart, his loyal friend and trusted second-in-command, lay motionless beneath a shattered oak, blood pooling beneath him.Donav

Chapter 104: The safe house had settled into a tense quiet after the storm of battle. While the enemy’s forces had been repelled, the lingering echoes of conflict left scars that went deeper than any visible wound. In the hours following the victory at the northern border, the Blue Moon Pack’s leadership found themselves grappling not only with the external threat but with whispers of internal dissent that crept through the ranks like a slow poison.Donavon stood at the edge of a long, narrow corridor leading from the central command room. His eyes, dark with exhaustion and burdened by past betrayals, scanned the assembled pack members who milled quietly in small groups. The fragile peace they’d fought so hard to rebuild now seemed vulnerable to the murmurings of those who still harbored doubts. His thoughts swirled with the bitter memories of deceit—the false test results, the manipulations of old elders—and a deep, searing determination that he would not let history repeat itself.

Chapter 106The battlefield had quieted by the time dusk settled over the safe house. Rain, now a steady, rhythmic patter, mingled with the soft cries of wounded wolves as the Blue Moon Pack began its slow process of healing. In the wake of the ferocious clash, every scar and every tear was a reminder of the price they had paid—and of the fragile unity they had fought so hard to preserve.Inside the safe house, the atmosphere was somber yet determined. Warriors tended to their injured comrades, while healers, led by the experienced midwife Elara, worked tirelessly to mend broken bodies and battered spirits. Amidst this scene of recovery, Donavon sat in a quiet corner of the common room, his eyes fixed on a map marked with fresh intelligence and strategic notes. His mind replayed the intense battle from earlier, the chaos, and the bittersweet victory that had come at such a high cost. He could still feel the weight of every loss—the echoes of the enemy’s howls and, most painfully, the

Chapter 108: The dawn after the long night of revelations had come softly, as if reluctant to disturb the fragile peace that now blanketed the safe house. In the quiet hours, the pack continued to mend—not only the wounds inflicted by betrayal, but also the invisible fissures that had threatened to split them apart. While the internal investigation had borne its bitter fruit, the need to look outward and embrace unity was stronger than ever.In the main common area, the integration of the rogue faction was underway. A group of wolves, their eyes still wary from past hardships, moved together with cautious steps. The older members of the Blue Moon Pack exchanged guarded glances with their newly integrated counterparts, each silently assessing the cost of a shared future. Yet, amid this uncertainty, there was a growing understanding that survival depended on collective strength.Donavon walked among them, his presence an unspoken command for unity. He paused to speak with Mara, one of t