All Chapters of The Luna's Last Stand: Betrayed and Rejected: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Sofia’s POVThe room felt quiet after everything that happened. The air was heavy, almost too still. I sat across from Evelyn, trying to read her expression, but she avoided my eyes.“Why did you act like you don’t miss me?” I asked, finally breaking the silence.She looked up, blinking fast. For a moment, I thought she might deny it, but then she sighed. “That’s not the case, Sofia,” she said softly. “It’s not that I don’t miss you. I do. More than you think. But both Nightshade and I had to act that way for a reason.”I frowned. “A reason? What kind of reason could make you treat me like a stranger?”Evelyn leaned forward, resting her hands on the table. “Because pack members are watching,” she said. “There are spies everywhere — even inside the pack. If anyone sees me acting too close to you, it might expose everything we’ve been working for.”I looked down at my hands, feeling a sting of sadness in my chest. I understood her words, but they still hurt. “You could’ve told me,” I sa

Author’s POVGrandma walked slowly across the garden path, her shawl wrapped tightly around her shoulders. She had been feeling uneasy all day, like something wasn’t right. The wind carried a faint smell of smoke — maybe from the nearby village, she thought — but her heart whispered that it was something more.As she turned the corner of the corridor, she saw Vivian standing near one of the pillars. The young woman had her back turned and was holding a small phone in her hand, speaking in a low voice.Grandma stopped for a moment, not wanting to interrupt. But something about the way Vivian was talking made her pause. Her tone wasn’t calm or friendly — it was sharp, urgent.“What do you want me to do? I told you not to come to the place!” Vivian said into the phone. Her voice trembled slightly, though she was trying to sound strong.Grandma frowned. The place? What place?She took a quiet step closer, careful not to make a sound.Vivian lowered her voice again. “No, listen… I can hand

.Sofia’s POV“Wake up.”The voice was soft, almost like a breeze brushing against my ear. At first, I thought it was part of my dream — just another whisper from the shadows of my restless sleep.Then it came again, clearer this time.“Wake up.”My eyes fluttered open. The room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of the moon slipping through the window. I turned my head slowly, expecting to see Faith or maybe Grandma standing nearby — but what I saw made my breath catch.It was Rose.She was standing right beside my bed, dressed in the same pale gown she had worn the last day I saw her alive. Her skin glowed faintly, like moonlight had soaked into her.I sat up quickly, my heart pounding. “Rose?” I whispered, my voice trembling. “You’re… you’re dead. Why are you here?”She didn’t answer right away. She just looked at me with sad eyes — eyes that held both peace and pain at once.“Get up,” she said softly. “Come with me.”Her tone wasn’t harsh, but it left no room for questions. Somet

Author’s POVThe forest was silent, covered in a thin mist that moved like ghosts between the trees. The moonlight barely touched the ground, and every shadow looked alive. Nightshade walked alone, his dark cloak brushing against the wet leaves. The sound of his boots was soft, but he moved with purpose, every step careful and controlled.He wasn’t sure what had drawn him there. Maybe it was instinct. Maybe it was something darker—something calling him from deep within the woods. The air was heavy, almost too quiet. Even the night birds had gone still.Then he heard it—footsteps.They were faint at first, light and cautious, but they didn’t belong to him.Nightshade stopped.His sharp eyes scanned the forest. Nothing.But the sound came again, closer this time.He quickly moved behind a tree, his body pressed against the rough bark. His breathing slowed. He listened. The steps continued, steady, deliberate. Someone was there—someone following the same path.Nightshade’s hand moved to

Author’s POVNightshade burst through the forest at full speed, his black wolf form cutting through the mist like a shadow. The night wind howled against his ears, but he didn’t slow down. His heart beat fast, each thump echoing with worry. Akela’s unconscious body rested carefully on his back, her scent faint but alive.He didn’t stop until he reached the edge of the pack’s territory. The tall trees gave way to stone paths and wooden huts. The guards on duty recognized him immediately and opened the gate without question. They could see the blood, the exhaustion, and the urgency in his eyes.Evelyn was already waiting near the healer’s quarters. She had sensed his approach even before she saw him. Her golden hair was tied back, and her expression was serious. When Nightshade reached the door, he shifted back into human form. Pain flashed across his face, but he ignored it.He gently lifted Akela from his back and carried her inside.The room smelled of herbs and burning candles. It w