All Chapters of The Cursed Luna's Return : Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

The Trial the Moon DemandsThe journey to the Nexus began before dawn.No horns sounded. No warriors were gathered in ceremony. The Moon did not seek a spectacle; it called for submission.Aria felt it deep inside her as she rode next to Rowan through the frostbitten forest, the air unnaturally still. Even the birds were quiet, as if the land itself was holding its breath.The path ahead was ancient.Older than packs. Older than laws. Older than names.“This road shouldn’t exist,” Rowan murmured, scanning the narrow trail that appeared only under the Moon’s pale glow. “No maps show it.”“It only appears when it’s needed,” Aria replied softly.Or when it wants something.She kept that thought to herself.The further they went north, the stronger the pull became. It wasn’t painful—not yet—but it was persistent. A steady pressure built behind her eyes and in her chest, pushing her forward with a patience that felt almost cruel.By the time the mountains loomed before them, Aria’s hands w

The First Howl of DefianceThe howl came just before dawn.It sliced through Silvercrest like a blade through skin, sharp, furious, unmistakably Alpha.Aria was already awake when she heard it.She sat upright in bed, heart pounding, the echo vibrating through her bones. Her wolf surged immediately, sensing not fear but challenge.Rowan was on his feet in an instant, eyes dark, jaw tight.“That wasn’t ours,” he said.“No,” Aria replied quietly. “That was rebellion.”They got dressed and moved before the second howl echoed, closer this time. Angrier.Outside, the pack was already stirring. Warriors flooded into the clearing, weapons half-drawn, faces tense. The moon still hung low and pale above them, watching in silence.Aria stepped forward beside Rowan, cloak snapping in the wind.“Who?” Rowan demanded of a scout racing toward them.The scout dropped to one knee, breathless. “Ironclaw territory. Alpha Brekan crossed the boundary stones with fifty wolves. He’s calling for you—by name

The Price of Defiance The council chamber felt small. Aria stood at the center, moonlight spilling through the high arching windows and casting her in silver and shadow. The elders sat in a half-circle before her—some rigid with fear, some tight with anger, some unable to meet her gaze. Blood still stained the hem of her cloak. Not hers. Not entirely. “What happened in the sanctuary was an act of war,” Elder Rhys said, breaking the silence. His voice echoed, sharp and brittle. “And it happened under your watch.” A murmur rippled through the chamber. Aria lifted her chin. “It happened because someone inside this pack betrayed us.” Rhys sneered. “Because you provoked the Prophet.” Rowan moved instantly. “Choose your next words carefully.” Rhys glanced at him but didn’t back down. “Since her awakening, attacks have escalated. Borders breached. Elders corrupted. Sacred ground defiled. The pattern is clear.” Aria’s eyes hardened. “Say it.” Rhys exhaled sharply. “

The Weight of Survival Aria woke to silence. Not the peaceful kind, but the heavy, watchful quiet that followed violence. It pressed against her chest and reminded her that breathing itself was a privilege. Her body ached. No, “ached” wasn’t enough. It felt like her bones had been cracked open and put back together wrong. Power still hummed beneath her skin, unstable and sharp, like broken glass just under the surface. She tried to sit up. Pain flared instantly. “Don’t.” Rowan's voice came from beside her, low and firm. A warm hand pressed gently on her shoulder, keeping her still. “You anchored Moon-Bound seals with a half-awakened core,” he said. “You’re lucky your heart didn’t give out.” Aria swallowed, her throat dry. “Did we hold?” Rowan's grip tightened slightly. “Yes.” Relief loosened something inside her chest. She turned her head slowly. The room came into focus—her chamber, lit by early morning light filtering through moon-carved windows. Healing

The Moon’s Ultimatum The dream came suddenly. Aria found herself in a place without edges. There was no sky, no ground; only silver mist stretched endlessly in every direction. It pulsed softly, like breath. Like a heartbeat that wasn’t hers. She knew immediately where she was. “The Veil,” she whispered. The mist shifted. Moonlight gathered, bending into form until Selene appeared before her—unchanged, eternal, eyes reflecting centuries of sorrow and power. “You should not be here alone,” Selene said gently. Aria’s fists tightened. “Then why did you bring me?” Selene paused and lifted her gaze, causing the mist to part. Aria gasped. She saw herself. Not as she was now—but as she could be. Silver light flowed from her veins. Her power was vast enough to bend mountains, calm oceans, and shatter armies. She stood radiant and terrible, crowned in moonfire, while the world bowed beneath her will. Then the image shattered. Blood. Fire. Rowan. She screamed