All Chapters of Donavon's lost Luna : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 60The forest seemed endless, a maze of towering trees and tangled undergrowth. Each step Zuri took felt heavier than the last, her body and heart weighed down by exhaustion and despair. Hart walked beside her, his eyes darting around for signs of danger, his protective instincts on high alert. They couldn’t afford to stop for long, not with the pack’s hunters possibly on their trail. When they finally came across an abandoned cabin hidden deep within the woods, Hart pushed the creaky door open and ushered Zuri inside. The small space was dusty and worn, with cobwebs in the corners and broken furniture scattered across the floor. It wasn’t much, but it would have to do. Zuri sank onto an old chair, her hands trembling as she cradled her belly. The reality of her situation hit her like a tidal wave. Just days ago, she was Donavon’s mate, standing at his side as they planned their future together. Now, she was on the run, labeled a traitor and carrying a child that the pack

Chapter 62The voice that echoed through the trees was low, guttural, sending a wave of dread through Zuri’s veins. She hadn’t expected anyone to be out here, not this deep in the woods. But the sound of footsteps—shuffling, hurried—drove her heart into her throat. She instinctively moved closer to Hart, her breath shaky as the cold night air wrapped around them like a cloak.“Stay quiet,” Hart whispered, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the surrounding darkness. His hand went to the hilt of the sword at his waist, the metallic sound echoing softly in the stillness.Zuri’s pulse raced, her body tense, and though she wanted to ask who it was, she trusted Hart’s judgment. She didn’t need to speak. Her body communicated the fear, the uncertainty, and the urgency she felt. Every instinct she had screamed at her to run, but Hart held firm. He wouldn’t let her go.The sound of rustling leaves was growing closer, and Zuri could hear the soft whisper of branches bending under pressure. Then,

Chapter 64The following days passed slowly, each moment heavy with uncertainty. Zuri remained in hiding, keeping to the safe house, a place far away from the eyes of Donavon’s pack and the rogue forces who still sought her out. She had made her peace with the safety of her unborn children, but the weight of her situation was constantly on her mind.The safe house was quiet, isolated, and hidden within the dense woods, where no one could find them without the utmost effort. Hart made sure to keep an eye out for any signs of danger, while Zuri spent her time reflecting on everything that had happened—on how her life had been torn apart, how everything she had once known was now in pieces.The truth of her father’s death still haunted her, a reminder of the price she had paid for being caught in the war between the packs. And now, she was carrying Donavon’s children—children who would inherit the legacy of the very man who had taken her father’s life. How could she reconcile all of this

Chapter 66: Zuri sat still, her fingers lightly tracing the fabric of the bedspread. The silence in the room seemed to press down on her, almost suffocating. She could hear the faint rustle of the trees outside, their branches swaying gently in the breeze, but within the safe house, the quiet was only a reminder of the chaos that had turned her life upside down.Kira had left, and Elder Darius had taken her story to the rogue elders. Zuri’s heart felt heavy with uncertainty. Could she trust them? Could she trust Kira, who had once been her ally, and now, after everything, stood with the rogues? The betrayal still stung, but as much as she tried to shut out the possibility, there was a faint glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance to set the record straight.Her hand instinctively moved to her stomach, where the life growing inside her stirred. This was her reason to fight. The lies and accusations might have been the cause of her downfall, but they weren’t going to defi

Chapter 68The atmosphere in the Blue Moon Pack was thick with tension, a cloud that seemed to hang over every corner of the stronghold. Whispers filled the air as the elders gathered in the council chamber, their faces grim and their minds set on a course of action that would change everything.At the head of the table sat Donavon, his posture rigid as he faced the council. His once unshakable confidence had been replaced with a quiet desperation, his thoughts consumed by the escalating threats from the rogues and the mounting pressure from his own pack. But it wasn’t the rogues that he feared now. It was the council itself."We’ve given you time," Elder Tobias began, his voice cold and measured, "but time is running out, Donavon. You have failed to provide us with an heir. The future of this pack is uncertain, and we can no longer afford to wait for miracles."Donavon clenched his fists, trying to keep his emotions in check. The words hit harder than he expected. For years, he had ca