Lahat ng Kabanata ng Luna’s Second Chance : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Vera's POVAs we moved through the halls of the packhouse, every step felt heavier, like the walls themselves were closing in. All the words I’d rehearsed earlier—the ones I wanted to say to Andrew—felt childish now. Insignificant. What if I was already too late?We turned a corner and entered the infirmary wing. The scent of herbs and antiseptics hung in the air, sharp and unfamiliar. There were murmured voices behind a curtain. My heart pounded louder than them all.Fry pushed the curtain aside, and I saw him.Andrew.Laid out on a white bed, shirt cut open, skin pale, his chest wrapped in thick bandages stained with a dark, almost black-red color. His eyes were closed, his breath shallow but steady.A female healer stood beside him, whispering chants under her breath while rubbing a thick, glowing balm over his wound. Another man crushed dried herbs into a bowl.“Don’t crowd him,” the healer warned without looking up. “His system is rejecting our usual methods. He needs to be calm.

Phil's POVI sat alone in my office, on one of the couches, reading a letter sent by a spy. Every word he wrote showed no value, the information was quite focused on how happy Vera was in Blue pearls—she was happy with everything—happy with Alpha Andrew.My fists curled until my knuckles whitened. I felt like the worst man in the world, sending my mate away and here I was spying on her like the loser that I am.Damn this. I shredded the letter, throwing the pieces to the floor. I shouldn't have bothered caring if she was safe in the first place. But I did. The moment I saw her at my party that night, I didn't think Vera wanted to be here by her own will; instead, I thought Andrew had forced her to attend the party just to taunt me.That's why I cared and hired a damn spy. To see if she was safe. And indeed she was.What if she turned out to be in danger? What if this letter contained nothing but bad news about Vera’s safety? Would I have broken the pack's law and disregarded the signe

Phil's POVI had to do it—a decision had to be made for the betterment of my pack and the people, at least that's what I kept telling myself. The last time I decided this was with Drew. That was a mistake, a decision that wouldtaunt me for the rest of my life.The worst was that I couldn't avenge his death, his girlfriend also died a horrible death, and I blamed myself for it even though Vera had killed her.But this—this was different. There was evidence that Felix was a traitor, and he deserved to be punished. He deserved the death penalty.“Your first time?” Alpha Andrew asked as we strolled together. I had requested this walk to discuss the state of our original war plans. If Felix had already delivered them to Hon, we needed to act quickly.“Yes,” I replied. Since I was crowned Alpha, there has never been any cause to sentence my people to death. Indeed there's always a first time for everything.“That explains the guilty silence,” Andrew said, his eyes narrowing slightly as he

Phil's POVI busied myself with the paperwork on my desk, my pen scribbled on a piece of paper, and suddenly my mind drifted to the mission at hand. My beta was tailing Felix to Hon's location, if anything goes wrong, if Felix so much as betrays me—he would die before he drew another breathThere was a knock on the door, “Who's it?" I asked.“It’s Jacob."“Come in."“Good day, Alpha," Jacob entered the office, closing the door behind him."Yes, Jacob,” I said. He stood there for a moment, saying nothing."Is there a problem?" I inquired, and he looked rather disturbed.He hesitated, hands clasped behind his back. “Forgive me if I disturb you, Alpha, but… There is something I must tell you.”I sighed, expecting the worst. “Is it about the Luna? What has she done this time?”“It is about her,” he admitted, “but she has done nothing wrong.”That pulled my attention. I set my pen aside. “Alright. Sit.”He obeyed, settling into the chair across from me. “I know how much you care for the Lun

Lucy's POVIt would've been impossible to take down a man taller than me in a fair fight, so I didn't fight fair. I struck when he least expected it. My claws tore deep into his skull.Poor Jacob—he had tried to fight— but lost. I'd thought he would be smarter, but he fell right into my little trap, and I was the one walking away now. Maybe I should have thought of this a long time ago.After the deal was done, I covered his body with a heap of grass but it was a temporary disguise. By nightfall, the wild beasts would find him and any trace of him would be gone.I wiped my hands with a napkin until the fabric could hold no more. The blood had dried into a dark crust that fought to come off, but I scrubbed until my palms were raw and the worst of it was gone. I climbed into the car and drove back to the pack like a woman who had merely been delayed, not like one who had buried a man in the dirt.Lanterns burned along the lodge when I pulled in. Voices rose and fell like nothing had cha