All Chapters of The Cursed Luna's Return : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

The Storm She Was Meant ForThe moon loomed low, heavy and marred, as if the sky held its breath solely for her. Aria stood on the brink of the ancient ridge, her hands quaking—not from fear, but from the overwhelming weight of all she had discovered, all she had transformed into, and all she was on the verge of confronting.Beneath her, the valley where the united packs had assembled shimmered with campfires. Yet the vibe was off. Too silent. Too motionless. As if every wolf present could perceive the change in fate but had yet to grasp its significance.Aria drew a sharp breath as the wind kissed her skin—cold, biting, and vibrating with the familiar echo of Selene’s power.Rowan approached her from behind, his presence solid and reassuring despite the tension thickening the atmosphere.“They’re anticipating you,” he whispered, his voice rough. “Some are fearful. Some are irate. Some… already have their suspicions about the truth.”Aria gulped. The truth.That her mother had been sl

When the Moon Remembers Your NameAria did not breathe—not initially.The vision that Selene had revealed to her continued to blaze behind her eyes. Her mother’s visage… her tender smile… the anguish in her last moments. The treachery. The ambush. The familiar scent of wolves—wolves she had trusted throughout her life.It was overwhelming.As the world came back into view, Aria found herself kneeling on the frigid stone floor of the dilapidated Moon Hall. Her hands were pressed against the fractured ground, her breath trembling uncontrollably.Rowan immediately dropped down beside her.“Aria—look at me. What did she reveal to you? Speak to me.”But Aria was unable to articulate her thoughts. Her voice was ensnared in her throat, choked by sorrow so piercing it felt like a dagger lodged within her chest.Selene stood before them, silent, her silver luminescence dimmed with compassion.“I cautioned you,” she whispered. “Truth comes at a cost. And at times… it shatters before it mends.”

The Moment the World ShiftedThe storm outside had calmed, yet within Aria’s heart, a tempest brewed—one far more intense than rain or thunder. Her heartbeat raced as she gazed at Rowan across the dimly illuminated war room. The map laid out before them was strewn with markers—uncontrolled movements, absent scouts, and the peculiar symbols Selene had revealed to her in the vision. Each detail pointed to a singular truth.The enemy was not approaching.The enemy was already among us.Rowan’s jaw tightened as he scrutinized her, his dark eyes filled with concern. “You’ve hardly spoken since we departed from Selene. What precisely did she reveal to you?”Aria hesitated before responding. Her mind was a tangled web—her mother’s visage, the blood on the Moon Hall floors, the flash of treachery from a man standing behind her mother in the vision. A man adorned with a crest she recognized.A crest from a pack she once held in trust.Her voice emerged raw. “Rowan… it wasn’t rogues. My mother

The Awakening No One ExpectedThe world abruptly came back into focus with a violent jolt.Aria stumbled forward as the last remnants of Selene’s light disappeared from her skin, her breath escaping in ragged gasps. Her legs felt unsteady, her heart racing as if it were attempting to escape her chest. She blinked forcefully, striving to stabilize her vision. The ruins of the Moon Hall emitted a faint glow, resonating with an unusual pressure that she could sense deep within her bones.Rowan was immediately at her side, gripping her shoulders, his eyes filled with concern.“Aria—Aria, focus on me.”He gently cradled her face, attempting to anchor her.“What did she reveal to you?”Aria opened her mouth, but the words became tangled in her throat. The images continued to whirl too rapidly—flashes of her mother racing through a dark corridor, a group of cloaked men encircling her, the silver sigil on her mother’s palm glowing brightly before everything faded to black.She swallowed hard.

Shadows That Refuse to Stay BuriedAria sensed the change before she heard anything—the slight tremor in the ground, the soft crackle of energy that brushed against her skin like static electricity. The night air surrounding the Moonstone Courtyard felt unnaturally still, too still for her comfort. It bore a silence that seemed out of place. A silence that lingered, observed, listened.Rowan walked alongside her, his long strides tense, his jaw set in determined focus. The moonlight cast a silver hue over him, accentuating the dark concern etched on his forehead. He had remained quiet since the council meeting, responding to her with only brief replies, and Aria understood that a burden of unspoken truths simmered beneath his restraint.At last, she halted.“Rowan,” she said gently, turning to face him. “Something’s wrong. You’re holding something back again.”He sighed through his nose, as if he anticipated her challenge.“It’s not holding back,” he replied. “It’s about waiting for t