All Chapters of The Cursed Luna's Return : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The Seer’s WarningThe night was still, yet Kael found himself unable to rest. The fire outside the cabin had dwindled to glowing coals, crackling softly with the breeze. Aria lay in bed, her breathing delicate, her face pale under the glow of the moon. Even in slumber, she stirred — ensnared in dreams from which she couldn’t break free.Kael observed her for a long while before getting to his feet and stepping outside. His wolf senses were agitated, troubled by what he’d witnessed in the river. That reflection — those dark eyes — hadn’t been an illusion. They were real, and they were beckoning her.He required answers.Without a second thought, Kael transformed into his wolf form, his robust body slicing through the trees with silent agility. The forest stretched endlessly ahead, silver mist curling around the roots and branches. He ran until he reached a location he hadn’t visited in years — the sacred grove of the Seer.As soon as he entered the clearing, the air thickened with anc

The Alpha’s PursuitThe forest stood in a profound silence—an unnerving kind of quiet that hinted at bloodshed and hidden truths. Only the faint rustle of the wind through the trees accompanied Kael as he sprinted through the night, his breath sharp against the frigid air. Each heartbeat resonated with rage and dread. The aroma of treachery lingered on the earth, mixed with ash and blood. His wolves were injured. His pack was split apart. And a trusted ally was responsible for it.Kael transformed mid-stride, bones cracking and fur sprouting across his skin. His wolf raced ahead in a streak of black and gold, paws pounding on the wet ground. The night twisted around him. The silent moon bore witness as the Alpha pursued one of his own.The trail reeked of sweat, fear, and shame. He pressed deeper into the forest, where the trees grew dense, creating a prison of darkness. His instincts shouted danger. But what burned stronger than that danger was fury—and beneath that fury lay a fear h

The Call to ArmsThe atmosphere in the great hall was charged with anticipation. Shadows danced on the stone walls as torches flickered, creating an uneasy ambiance. The pack's warriors remained silent, their gazes fixed on the Alpha who entered, burdened by the weight of destiny.Kael's footsteps resonated against the floor, the remnants of smoke and blood from the hunt still lingering on him. His shirt was tattered, his knuckles bruised, yet his eyes shone with an unwavering intensity. Each step he took commanded the attention of those present.“Alpha,” Beta Rowan said, bowing slightly, “we received the alarm—Darin is dead, isn’t he?”Kael held his silence for a moment. He halted at the center of the hall, allowing his golden eyes to scan over his warriors—men and women who had stood by him, bled alongside him, and entrusted him with their lives. When he finally spoke, his voice boomed like thunder.“He’s gone. The Dark Priestess has taken him.”A wave of murmurs spread through the

The Rising TempestThe evening atmosphere outside the temple was thick, heavy with the odor of rain and lingering magic from the past. As Aria and Kael emerged into the open, the environment seemed altered — more subdued, as if the forest, too, was waiting in anticipation.Aria placed a hand on her chest. The symbol on her skin glimmered softly, shining through her tattered shirt. It wasn’t painful, but it radiated awareness — like something inside her had finally awakened and was stretching after an extended slumber.Kael immediately sensed the shift. “Your energy… it’s heightened.” His tone was careful, yet filled with wonder.“I can feel it,” she murmured. “It’s like a tempest beneath my skin.”Lightning flashed in the sky above. The wind intensified, whipping leaves and murmurs around their feet. Aria’s wolf stirred uneasily within her, sensing a looming threat that remained hidden.They began to walk down the narrow trail leading back to the pack lands, the temple receding behind

The Uneasy CalmThe pack territories had never seemed so tranquil. The customary sounds — the howling of wolves, the joyous shouts of the young, the cadence of life — had all vanished beneath the oppressive atmosphere of dread and expectation.Kael perched on the ridge overlooking the training area, his cloak drenched from the rain. Since the night of the clash, the storm had not relented. It felt as though the very skies understood what was impending.Beneath him, warriors practiced under the flickering torches. Every blow, every growl resonated with intent. They were aware of it as well — the conflict that was approaching.Kael’s grip on his sword tightened. His ribs throbbed from the Priestess's assault, but he disregarded the discomfort. There was no space for frailty at this moment. Not when his people sought his fortitude.A voice came from behind him. “Alpha,” said Rian, his Beta and closest companion. “The outer patrols report unsettling movements near the eastern boundary. Sh