All Chapters of His Moon, His Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Beneath the Wolf MoonThe days following Lena's visit to the infirmary were filled with a strange silence. The packhouse buzzed with preparation—training sessions, patrol rotations, weapons maintenance—but for Lena, everything felt muted. Damian avoided her with subtlety, throwing himself into battle plans and council meetings. She didn’t chase him. Not yet.But she felt the distance.Every word Kieran had spoken echoed louder in his absence. Every unsaid truth between her and Damian expanded into a canyon. The war had become more than survival—it was now tangled with history, betrayal, and choices that seemed too heavy to hold.Tonight, the Wolf Moon would rise.It was the most sacred night of the year for wolves. A time for honoring ancestors, reaffirming bonds, and pledging loyalty under the moon’s gaze. For Alphas, it was a moment to rally the spirit of their people. For mates, it was a night of recognition.And for Lena?It was a reckoning.The ritual grounds were deep in the for

The night was still when Lena found herself walking along the edge of the training field. The scent of pine lingered in the cool air, and the soft rustle of the trees reminded her how fragile peace could be. The battle had ended days ago, but the echoes of it still lived in her bones. Every shout, every strike, every life lost—they replayed in her mind like a haunting song.She had not spoken much to Damian since that day. They had both been busy rebuilding what had been broken. The warriors needed rest and direction, and the scouts were stretched thin, searching for signs of another attack. Yet even as she worked beside them, Lena felt the distance growing between her and the Alpha.It was not anger that separated them. It was something heavier, more complicated. There were questions she wanted to ask, truths she feared to uncover. Every time she looked at Damian, she remembered Kieran’s words. Her brother’s voice still echoed inside her: *He killed our father.*She could not believe

The next few days passed in uneasy silence. The camp moved with routine, but the peace felt fragile. The warriors trained harder, the scouts doubled their patrols, and every night, the watchfires burned a little brighter. It was as if the pack could sense the storm that was coming — and they were right.Lena spent most of her time outside the main camp, testing the borders and checking the traps. The forest had grown restless, and even the animals seemed to stay away. The wind carried scents that didn’t belong — faint, sharp traces of rogues moving close but never showing themselves.She crouched near a ridge overlooking the valley. From here, she could see the distant mountains where the rogues were said to be hiding. Somewhere beyond that, Kieran was waiting. Watching.She gripped her dagger tighter. It had been days since she’d seen him, but his words had followed her everywhere. *When he shows you who he really is.* The sentence haunted her. No matter how much she tried to bury it

The night after the battle felt too calm. The air was still, heavy with the scent of wet earth and ash. Lena could not sleep. Every sound made her tense. Every rustle in the trees reminded her of Kieran’s face.She sat by the dying campfire, watching the last embers fade. Jace joined her quietly, carrying two cups of water.“You look like you haven’t slept in days,” he said, handing her one.“I haven’t,” she answered, her eyes fixed on the flames.“Thinking about him?”Lena sighed. “I saw my brother die. I buried him. And now he’s out there, leading the same monsters who destroyed our home.”Jace nodded slowly. “People change when they survive things like that.”“He’s not the same person anymore,” Lena whispered. “He looked at me like I was a stranger.”“You’re not the same either,” Jace said gently. “You’ve become something else. Stronger maybe, colder definitely.”She gave a faint smile. “Cold keeps me alive.”The silence stretched between them until Damian stepped out from the shad

The next morning came gray and silent. The sun rose behind a thick layer of clouds, casting the forest in pale light. The camp was uneasy. Everyone knew the rogues were regrouping. They could feel it in the wind.Lena stood on the ridge overlooking the valley. The air smelled of pine and iron. She held her father’s letter in her hand. She had read it a hundred times through the night. Every word burned deeper into her heart.Behind her, Damian approached quietly. His footsteps barely touched the ground.“You did not sleep,” he said.She shook her head. “Could you?”He gave a small smile. “Not after what we found.”Lena looked at him. The morning light touched his face, showing the faint scar near his temple, the shadows under his eyes. For the first time, he looked more human than Alpha.“I want to show Kieran the truth,” she said. “If he sees this letter, maybe he will stop.”Damian nodded slowly. “He will not listen easily. But we can try.”She turned toward him. “Try how?”“We send