All Chapters of Luna’s Rebellion : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

“Do it,” I whispered. Kael’s breath caught. His hands tightened on my arms, and I felt the tremble race through him—not from fear, but from devastation. He knew what I meant. He felt it. “You don’t have to,” he said quickly. “You’re stronger than him. We’ll fight this—together.” But the mark was already unraveling inside me. Twisting. Tainting. Veyrix’s presence dug deeper, his bite anchoring his will into mine. Every second I delayed, he spread further. I couldn’t let him infect this. Not us. “I do,” I choked out, blinking through the burning. “If I don’t—he’ll take everything.” Kael shook his head, forehead pressed to mine. “No. You’re mine. You’re mine, Elara.” And that single word—mine—almost broke me. Because I wanted to be. I chose him. Not fate. Not gods. Him. But now… My wolf was thrashing inside me, snarling against the pull. And the bond—the real one, the true connection between Kael and me—was weakening. Fraying. Because I was already slipping. The rebel L

The moment I saw the blood on Kael’s pendant, time collapsed. It hung from the stranger’s fingers, glinting like a death omen in the torchlight. The chain snapped. The edges crusted red. My heart stuttered. Froze. Then crashed into overdrive. “What did you do?” I asked, voice sharp as a blade. The man just tilted his head. He was tall—taller than Kael, lean but deadly, with a face carved from shadows and smoke. Hair like obsidian waves, jaw dusted with scruff, and those eyes… Black. Like pits without end. “Answer me,” I growled, standing, cuffs still clinking at my wrist. He smiled. “You speak like a queen. But bleed like prey.” “I’ll rip the tongue from your mouth,” I snarled, lunging— He caught me mid-strike. One hand. Effortless. But he didn’t hurt me. He studied me. “You have her fire,” he murmured. “Your mother.” “You knew her?” “Oh yes,” he said. “We were very close. Until she betrayed us all.” I froze. “You’re one of the Nightbound.” That earned me a grin. “The

The sky didn’t just split—it shuddered. The light from Kael’s pendant pierced the clouds like a war cry, and every creature—wolf, god, traitor—paused beneath its glow. My skin vibrated with something ancient. Not just magic. Something calling. Somewhere far away, a howl rose in response. It wasn’t Kael. Wasn’t mine. It was older than Stormbane. Older than any bloodline. The Wolf Between Worlds. The first. Kael limped to my side, eyes wide with pain and awe. “What the hell did you just do?” “I called it,” I whispered. “The one who watches everything.” He looked up at the sky, where stars bled silver and the clouds churned like a storm held in chains. “You weren’t supposed to do that.” “I know,” I said. “But I had no choice.” Across the battlefield, Darian froze. His dark eyes narrowed. “You didn’t,” he murmured. “You couldn’t.” Maelin was on her knees now, whispering prayers in Old Wolf. Lucan swore under his breath, dragging his blade through a downed Nightbound. “What

My father died in my arms. Again. Only this time, it wasn’t the fire or the war or the stories whispered through a thousand lies. It was real. His blood soaked through my tunic, warm and sticky. His eyes—those same storm-gray eyes as mine—stared past me, blank, broken. And his final words? They scorched deeper than any blade. “Your brother… is still… alive.” Kael dragged me out of the crypt before I could collapse beside the body. I didn’t scream. Didn’t cry. Didn’t say a word. I just burned. Inside. Quiet and brutal. Because how the hell do you mourn a second death when you barely survived the first? Lucan stayed behind to seal the catacombs. “If Darian wants more blood, he’ll have to bleed for it,” he muttered, scrawling runes in ash across the stones. Kael didn’t speak until we were halfway down the Vale cliffs. “Elara,” he said quietly. “What if it’s true?” “It is,” I snapped. “You saw the mark on the girl. You saw what was written in the crypt. My mother didn’t just

We made it back to the Frostmoor stronghold before dawn, our wolves barely clinging to their forms. Lucan was limping, Kael’s left shoulder was slashed open, and my head throbbed with magic I didn’t remember using. My brother—silent and distant—walked a few paces behind us. He hadn’t spoken since Ashen rose from the Hollow. I wasn’t sure if he was stunned… or scared. Maybe both. The Frostmoor wolves stood at the gates with blades drawn, but when they saw Kael bleeding beside me, they dropped their weapons instantly. “She’s one of us,” Kael growled before collapsing to one knee. I caught him before he hit the stone floor. “Get a healer!” I barked. “Now!” ⸻ Kael’s wounds weren’t fatal, but they were deeper than expected. The Shadowborn claws carried something foul—something that resisted healing magic. The pack witches did what they could, but he needed time. Rest. Time we didn’t have. I sat beside him, brushing a strand of hair from his face. He was sleeping, but his jaw kept