All Chapters of The Cursed Luna's Return : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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

The Ghost ReturnsThe world shifted.Selene’s breath hitched as Kael emerged into the moonlight, his visage as distinct and familiar as a wound that had never mended. His dark hair fell carelessly over his forehead, and despite the scars on his body, his presence remained intact — commanding, perilous, alive.Alive.He was meant to be dead.Her knees buckled, and for a fleeting moment, the ground swayed beneath her. The vow she had uttered only moments prior now surged through her veins like fire, reacting violently to his presence. Her wolf howled within her, torn between fury and yearning, between the memory of love and the reality of betrayal.Reven stepped forward immediately, positioning himself between them. His wolf shimmered beneath his skin, poised to tear through flesh and bone. His voice was low, laced with anger. “You dare tread on these lands?”Kael’s lips curled into a faint, humorless grin. “These lands? They once bowed to me. Or have you forgotten, Reven? You inherited

The Goddess’s DemandThe night seemed to pause.Selene crouched on the battered ground, her hands pressed against the soil now tainted with blood and moonlight. Surrounding her, wolves stood motionless — panting, injured, and wide-eyed. The fighting had ceased, but the internal struggle within her was only beginning.The goddess’s voice still resonated in her mind, gentle yet unyielding. Choose, cursed one. A bond broken. A heart silenced.Her heart raced so fiercely it felt painful. Each breath was a struggle.To her left, Reven’s wolf stood proud, chest rising and falling, silver fur marked with crimson. His eyes — those calm, unwavering eyes — regarded her with an unmistakable fear he could not conceal. Not fear for himself, but for her.To her right, Kael’s expression held an eerie quietness, his face obscured yet his eyes shone crimson with emotions beyond anger — regret, sorrow, perhaps even love.Selene struggled to think. The burden of her oath pressed against her heart, thre