บททั้งหมดของ The Cursed Luna's Return : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

The Shadow MovesThe final words of the rogue resonated in Leah’s mind long after his body had become still.He’s coming.Leah’s heartbeat raced unevenly as she stood before the dungeon door. The corridor felt constricted, the shadows more profound, as if the warning had already awakened something in the atmosphere.Elder Mira secured the iron gate with trembling fingers, her usual composure faltering. “We must incinerate his body at dawn. No wolf afflicted by a shadow curse can be interred.”Leah swallowed hard. “What precisely transpired with him?”Mira paused, her gaze softening with a hint of fear. “A soul-binding curse. Rare… ancient… forbidden. Only an individual with immense dark power can invoke it.”The implication settled into Leah like ice.The Shadow King.“Leah,” Mira spoke softly, “whatever he conveyed to you, it is imperative that you inform the Alpha.”Leah nodded—but her heart tightened. She was reluctant for Kai to hear the rogue’s warning. Not yet. Not while he rema

THE STILLNESS BEFORE THE FRACTURED DAWNThe night enveloped the Crescent Ridge Pack like a heavy cloak filled with tension. The moon hung low—still full, still bright, still observing. It cast a pale silver light over the land, rendering everything colder, sharper, and quieter than it truly was. This silence did not bring comfort… it served as a warning.Elara sensed it instantly.She stood on the balcony of the Alpha’s residence, her fingers gripping the railing as the breeze tousled her hair. The air bore an unfamiliar quality—an unsettling ripple she could not fully define, yet felt deep within her bones. Behind her, the bedroom remained dim, illuminated only by a solitary lantern. Aiden’s voice floated from within, low and resolute as he conversed with two warriors.“Increase the patrols. No one enters or exits without authorization,” he commanded.Elara’s heart ached. Since the attack that nearly dismantled everything, Aiden had grown increasingly protective—almost restless. She

THE NIGHT THE MOON TREMBLEDThe instant the gates slammed shut behind us, I sensed it—a sharp wave of fear coursing through the entire pack. It wasn’t mere tension. It was instinct. The kind that wraps around your ribs and warns you that something ancient is watching.Ryder’s grip on my hand tightened as we entered the clearing. “Stay behind me,” he whispered, his voice low and edged with a growl he didn’t bother to mask.The warriors formed a semi-circle around us, their gazes darting between their Alpha and the shadows that loomed at the edges. The forest appeared darker than normal, as if the night had consumed the moonlight entirely.My heartbeat quickened.Something was amiss. Wrong in a way my body recognized before my mind could catch up.And then I spotted it.A figure stood just outside the tree line—tall, motionless, nearly merging with the darkness. But the eyes… those eyes glowed like smoldering embers.I was paralyzed. Ryder wasn’t.In that next instant, his wolf surged b

The Ominous WarningRyder found it hard to find sleep that night. The packhouse was hushed, the corridors silent, yet an ominous weight hung in the air as if a tempest was on the horizon. He lay on his back, gazing at the wooden beams overhead, listening to her gentle breathing next to him. She had finally fallen into a serene slumber—something she had struggled with for days—and he didn’t want to disturb her.Yet, the feeling that something was approaching wouldn’t leave him.The moon floated low outside the window, casting a pale silver glow across their space. It felt too serene. Too quiet. Ryder’s wolf was restless within him, filled with an uneasy energy.Then, without any warning, the temperature in the room plummeted.A chill breeze swept through, despite the tightly closed windows. Ryder sprang upright, every instinct ignited. His breath came out in clouds. His wolf growled in warning.“Not again,” Ryder muttered to himself.But it was already unfolding.The shadows in the roo

**Into the Path of the Moon Temple**The forest enveloped them almost instantly.One moment, Ryder, the heroine, and the Moon Priestess were departing from the pack grounds. The next, the world transformed—trees towering higher, the air turning colder, light dimming even though the sun still hung above. A gentle silver mist swirled around their legs, moving as if it were alive.Ryder tightened his grip on the heroine’s hand. “Stay close. I’m suspicious of this.”The priestess continued walking without hesitation. “The sacred path reveals itself solely to those carrying the moon’s blessing. If you were not meant to be here, you wouldn’t be able to proceed.”“That doesn’t make it any less eerie,” the heroine whispered, her heart racing.But she remained clasped to Ryder.The forest was disturbingly silent—no birds chirping, no wind blowing, no branches cracking. Only the sound of their steps shattered the stillness. With each step, the weight around her chest intensified, as if the air