All Chapters of His Moon, His Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 13

The War CouncilThe council chamber inside Shadowmoor’s great hall had never felt more claustrophobic. The scent of burning logs mingled with steel and sweat, thickening the tension that already clung to the air. A storm brewed outside, but the true thunder rumbled within these stone walls.Lena sat beside Damian at the long table, flanked by warriors, strategists, and elders. The firelight cast flickering shadows on their faces, amplifying the growing unrest among them. Since the discovery of Kieran’s survival, Lena had remained tight-lipped about their meeting, unsure of how to explain something that even she hadn’t fully processed. She needed proof before she risked dividing the pack with doubts.But that didn’t mean the revelation hadn’t shaken her. Every decision since that night had felt like walking a knife’s edge.Damian's voice cut through the murmurs like a blade. "We've received confirmation. The rogue forces are regrouping near the Ironfell Ridge. It's only a matter of tim

The UnravelingThe rain had not stopped for two days.It drummed relentlessly against the windows of the packhouse, casting a gray pall over everything inside. The once-bustling corridors were quiet, weighed down by a sense of unease that clung like mist. The pack had won a battle, yes, but not the war. And now the quiet felt more threatening than the clash of steel and the roar of wolves.Lena stood in the hallway outside Damian's office, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. For the past three days, she had avoided confronting what she’d learned in the woods. Kieran was alive. Her brother. Her blood. And he had claimed that Damian had murdered their father in cold blood.She didn’t want to believe it.But the doubt had burrowed its way into her chest, whispering questions in the dead of night. Why had Damian never spoken about her parents? Why had he always changed the subject when she asked about the war?Today, she needed answers.The door creaked open. Damian was seated at