All Chapters of Luna’s Second Chance : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Aria’s POVThat’s when Ryker, our strongest warrior, beside Elijah staggered to us, bloodied. “Elijah,” he growled, clutching his side. “Take her and run .”“No,” Elijah snapped, still panting. “I’m not—”“You have to!” Ryker bellowed, grabbing Elijah by the front of his shirt. “Look around! They’re dying, Elijah! We’re dying!”Another scream tore through the battlefield. A member of our team went down—impaled through the chest by a spear.“We can’t hold this!” Ryker continued, voice breaking. “But if she dies here, if the White Wolf dies, then we died for nothing.”My heart clenched.“Elijah, please,” Ryker’s eyes softened, blood running down his face, mixing with tears. “Save her. Let our deaths mean something.”Elijah’s jaw clenched. His fists shook.“I’ll hold Victor off,” Ryker said, backing away, dragging a sword from a fallen warrior’s corpse. “I’ll give you time.”“No—” Elijah stepped forward.“GO!” Ryker roared, turning from us. “GO!!!”And then—he shifted. A massive brown w

I stepped inside my room carefully. My chest tightened as I stepped in.“You kept it like this,” I murmured.“Of course I did,” Luca said from behind me, voice low. “You were always coming back. I never believed anything else.”I turned toward him. “Luca… there’s something I need to tell you.”He moved to me without hesitation, stepping into my room. “What is it?”I hesitated, trying to gather my words. “Victor…” I started, swallowing hard. “He’s not finished. I saw it in his eyes before I ran. He’s angry—more than angry. He’s coming.”Luca’s jaw clenched, but he remained silent, listening.“He wants to take me,” I continued, voice hoarse. “He said I’m the only way he can secure control over everything. That if he marks me, the pack will follow. That I was meant to be his.”His hands curled into fists at his sides. He rose slowly, like a tide about to break through the shore.“He threatened to mark you?” he said, his voice calm—but beneath that calm was a fury sharp enough to kill.

Luca’s POV The cold morning air stung as I stepped outside, the sun still crawling over the horizon. Warriors were already gathering in the courtyard—rows of them, all set and ready. Elijah stood a few paces ahead, barking orders with precision. “No less than twenty in each unit! I want eyes in the trees and on the ridge! Elidor is to be fortified like it’s the heart of this pack!”I joined him, my presence pulling a few more heads to attention. These warriors… they looked at me differently now. After the challenge, after Aria’s return, after the truth about Julian unraveled, I wasn’t just their Alpha in name—I was something more. And that weight settled on my shoulders as I moved among them.“Elidor is not just a village,” I said loudly, addressing the soldiers gathered in the square. “It’s our front line. If Victor takes it, he won’t stop there. He’ll keep pushing, keep clawing his way toward us. Toward our homes. Our families.”A murmur of agreement swept through the crowd, low

I stormed out of Luca’s room, my heart burning with rage. The hallway was quiet, but inside me, a storm was unraveling. His voice still rang with finality—“No, Elena. He stays where he is.” As if that was the end of it. As if he could dismiss my plea with a single command and everything would just fall into place.He’s your brother, I wanted to scream. And he’s my—I stopped the thought before it could finish. I didn’t want to go there, not now. Not with my heart in pieces and my blood running hot from frustration.The anger was suffocating. It wasn’t just about Julian. It wasn’t just about betrayal or honor or responsibility. It was about all the years we had spent pretending we didn’t matter to each other. About everything we lost when he chose Victor’s side over ours. Over me.I slammed my bedroom door shut and stood there for a moment. The room was still and quiet. I moved slowly, kicking off my shoes, pacing by the window. The trees outside rustled gently. There was a peace in

A knock on my door came just before the sun. Not urgent, not frantic—but firm. Intentional.I sat up immediately. My body was sore from the past few days—physically, emotionally—but rest would have to wait. Again.I swung my legs off the bed and opened the door to find a young warrior standing outside. His eyes didn’t meet mine.“Elijah wants you,” he said. “In the war room. Says it’s urgent.”I nodded once, already dressing. “I’m coming.”The walk through the packhouse was quiet. Too quiet. Even with the hour still early, something in the air felt off. Tense. Like the world had shifted just slightly in the wrong direction overnight.The war room door creaked open under my hand. Elijah stood at the table, hands planted firmly on the wood, his face carved with exhaustion and something grimmer than usual.He looked up the moment I entered.“He’s gone.”I didn’t have to ask who. My jaw tensed.“Julian.”Elijah nodded. “Cell door was unlocked. Guards didn’t see a thing. No forced entry.