All Chapters of The Cursed Luna's Return : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Shadows Closing InThe atmosphere felt denser this evening—too quiet, too still, as if the forest were pausing to catch its breath. She perceived it before she could articulate it: that constriction in her chest, the faint pressure at the nape of her neck, the instinct that warned a wolf of an unseen observer.She quickened her pace, adhering to the narrow trail that led back to the pack house. She was aware that venturing out alone was unwise, but following the earlier dispute—Kael’s voice tinged with irritation, her own wavering with uncertainty—she craved fresh air. She sought solitude. She longed to inhale without the burden of everyone’s expectations weighing her down.Yet now, the night felt unsettling.Branches stirred. Not due to the wind—there was none—but from movement. Deliberate movement.Her heartbeat quickened.She was not alone.She swallowed hard and compelled herself to move forward, her steps becoming softer, more delicate. Her wolf stirred beneath her skin, taut and

The Blood-Written WarningKael did not wait for further clarification. As soon as he heard the term blood-written warning, the Alpha within him surged forth like a tempest breaking free from its confines. He threw the door open, nearly causing the guard to stumble backward."Take me to it," Kael growled.The guard quickly nodded and rushed down the corridor, but Kael did not follow right away. He turned back to her, his expression shifting from rage to concern."You remain here," he stated firmly. "I am unaware of the message they left, and I will not take the risk—""No."Her voice trembled, yet she stood her ground. "If the message is intended for me, I must see it.""Aria—""If I retreat every time they pursue me, they will only intensify their efforts. I am not weak, Kael. And I am weary of living in fear."His jaw tightened as he observed her—truly observed her. The quiver in her hands, the rhythm of her breath, the determination she was forcing to remain steady. She was frighten

The Alpha’s PromiseThe forest was eerily quiet—too quiet.As Aria stepped into the narrow passage between the trees, she felt the hair on her arms stand on end, the moon casting a silvery glow over the path. The wind was almost still, as if the entire world was holding its breath. Behind her, Leon's footsteps were firm and measured, yet she could sense the tension in his breathing. He was attempting to conceal it, but she knew him too well.He was anxious.And when Leon was anxious, it meant danger was near."Stay close to me," he whispered, his voice low enough for her ears alone. "The scents are off tonight."Aria nodded and edged a bit closer. She didn’t protest. Not now. Not when every fiber of her being felt taut, poised to react. As they ventured deeper, the scent of ash intensified—sharp and unnatural, reminiscent of burnt metal.Leon halted abruptly.Aria nearly collided with him, but his arm shot out immediately, protective and firm. His eyes glimmered faintly gold as he sur

The Forest That Fought BackThe forest had transformed.Aria was the first to sense it—an eerie stillness enveloping the trees like a foreboding warning held in a moment of silence. There were no birds, no nocturnal insects, only the faint crackling of something shifting beneath the soil, as if the roots were sharing secrets she was not meant to overhear.Leon halted beside her, his shoulders tensing. His wolf instincts heightened immediately, his gaze narrowing into the dark expanse ahead.“Do not move,” he whispered.Aria swallowed hard. “Leon… what is happening?”He remained silent. Instead, he inhaled deeply—once, then twice—before his demeanor shifted from alertness to concern.“They have returned,” he said softly. “And they are nearer than before.”Aria’s heart raced. “Shadowbound?”Leon nodded once. “But it’s not just them. There is something… larger.”Before she could inquire further, a deep rumble reverberated through the ground beneath them. Leaves quivered. Branches shook.

The Alpha’s Fury UnleashedThe night air was thick enough to taste. An eerie, unsettling silence enveloped the pack grounds—too quiet, too still, as if the forest itself was holding its breath. Leah sensed it first, a tug in her chest accompanied by a cold shiver down her spine. The mate bond pulsed, sharp and urgent, alerting her to the approach of something dark.She hurried across the clearing toward the training field, typically bustling with warriors sparring, but tonight the area was completely deserted. The torches flickered low, casting elongated shadows that slithered across the ground as if they possessed minds of their own.Then she heard it—A low growl.Dangerous. Violent. Not human.Not attempting to be.Leah froze.A figure emerged from the trees, dragging someone by the leg.Her breath caught.“Kai?”He released the rogue he had been hauling like a rag doll and turned to face her. His eyes were no longer the deep storm-grey she recognized. They glowed molten gold, swir