All Chapters of The Cursed Luna's Return : Chapter 21 - Chapter 25

The Moonbane Strike Thunder rolled somewhere in the distance, low and unsettling, like a warning. The skies had darkened quickly, and the air in the sanctuary felt tense—too still.Lyra had barely taken a sip of water when someone came running, out of breath and wide-eyed.“One of the scouts just returned,” he gasped. “They were attacked.”Her heart dropped. She stood instantly, knocking the cup from her hand.She didn’t ask questions—she just followed the sound of shouting toward the infirmary.The boy was barely conscious, his clothes torn, blood smeared across his chest.“East patrol,” he whispered, before collapsing.That was all they got.---Within minutes, the sanctuary was alive with movement.Riven was already strapping on his blade when Lyra approached. His jaw was tight, his focus razor-sharp.“We don’t have time to wait,” he said. “We’re heading to the ridge. Mira and Darius are assembling a unit.”Lyra nodded, though her hands were shaking.Not from fear—at least not onl

The Fire Before the StormLyra stood in the heart of the forest, her chest heaving with each breath as if her lungs were trying to purge the chaos suffocating her. The moonlight streamed through the thick canopy above, painting her in ghostly silver and casting jagged shadows across the moss-covered ground. Twigs snapped beneath her boots, and the scent of pine and damp earth grounded her, but her thoughts were anything but calm.She had fled here without thinking, driven by the weight of too many emotions, too many stares, too many questions she couldn’t answer. Every corner of the pack grounds had begun to feel like a cage — not just for her body, but for her spirit. Her fingers trembled as she sank to her knees, curling into fists that clawed at the cold earth.“I shouldn’t have come back,” she whispered to herself, the words slipping from her lips like a curse.But she didn’t believe that. Not truly.She had returned for a reason — for her son, for the truth, for redemption. And y

The Luna's OathThe moon loomed above the treetops, and its silvery glow around the pack lands lit the area with otherworldly beauty. The world below appeared alive and yet still perceptively quiet, and the trees were whispering while the air held a sense of anticipation, as if the world was holding its breath. Reven stood alone beneath the sky, and the shimmering silver glow still painted his silhouette. The wolf that resided in him was eager to break free, yet he held firm. Tonight was not for vengeance or rage. It was to reclaim the truth. Behind him, the gentle footsteps whispering against the grass silenced, emerging Elara. Blending with the shadows, she was as graceful as the moonlight that danced in her wild, dark hair. Draped with a cloak stitched in the deep maroon and black of her lineage, she appeared as a vision from an ancient prophecy. Her eyes, to his surprise, held not fear or uncertainty, but unwavering strength.“They're waiting for the Alpha,” she said, quieter