All Chapters of Luna’s Second Chance : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Phil's POVDead bodies, wounded victims, and a low fire cast on several houses. The fire once suppressive was now nothing more than ashes. The sight was disheartening and my anger surged more than ever. The people who were able to escape the attack had come back as eyewitnesses.Alpha Hon himself had come to start the war—he did this as a warning and there was no doubt that he knew about the ongoing plans for the upcoming war against him and his pack. How did he know about the plans? Who could have betrayed the pack? Or did he have an insider? All these questions lingered through my mind, another riddle to solve—but for now, my people came first.The mourning cries of the rest of the neighborhood coursed through my bones. I could feel their pain because I knew how it felt to lose a loved one—a family member.“Alpha, that's all the dead bodies.” My Beta's voice disrupted my thoughts as he approached me, and he nudged over to the covered lifeless bodies on the ground. I clenched my fist

Lucy's POVA pang of guilt sat heavy in my stomach and I pondered about why the seer was here a while ago. What did she want? Was it about the agreement between her and Phil? Phil had answers to these questions but instead he left me without any.“Are you okay?” Vera's voice interrupted my thoughts. She gently descended the stairs in her long dress.I was in no mood to reply to her questions, but I had to keep up the pretentious act of liking her—which also meant condoning the intruding side of her. It was annoying as hell. I turned around, a grin plastered on my face. “Of course, I'm fine.” I said to her, “Thanks for asking.”I said—close enough to rub her shoulders gently.“Breakfast is ready.” Carol walked into the living room, in her apron, our gazes lurked on her for a second. Carol had that confused look on her face, she didn't quite understand what she saw before I placed my hands down from Vera's shoulder.“We’ll be there, Carol. Thank you.” Vera said. Carol turned away, still

Vera's POVI remembered clearly how Claudia died at my hand. How she dropped dead after I had struck her, if I hadn't—Phil could have died—I could have died—and maybe just everyone else in the pack would have been dead. The powers that came with her curse would have cleared every living being in the black diamond pack.Her soul still lingered—around me—in my dreams. I stood alone on the balcony, arms wrapped around my frame as the chilly night breeze danced across my skin. I woke up from my little nap, with my heart pounding. My mind swirled in confusion.The dream was vivid, too vivid to be dismissed. Claudia was there, but instead of lifting a weapon to end me, she handed me one. A polished blade. Its hilt was cold and Claudia's eyes were unreadable.What did it mean?I exhaled slowly, watching my breath mist into the cold air. The world outside was still. The soft rustling sound of the trees mixed with the sound of the gentle breeze. I leaned against the railing as I tried to make

Phil's POV“We need to talk, Phil.” Lucy followed behind me as I walked towards my office. With the urgency in her tone, I don't think I had an option to decline her request. I opened the door to the office, “Make it fast Lucy. I've got a lot to do.”Lucy scoffed behind me as we both entered the office. She closed the door behind her. “I'll take as much time as I want.” She countered stubbornly. I took my seat behind my desk.I sighed, closing my eyes in exhaustion as I opened them again and lingered on Lucy's frown. “Is this about the seer?” I asked.“Yes. What does she want? Is this about the deal between…”“Quiet down.” I shushed her up before she could finish her statement. Her lips pouted in guilt. “Why do you have to be so loud?”“Well, it seems to be the only way I get your attention.”I ignored her comment as she folded her arms around her chest. “Look, I have it all sorted out, okay? The seer has no business with my heir any longer. I made sure of that already.”She shrugged,

Vera's POVFor all the time I've known Phil. I have never seen Phil look at me the way he did. That look of being betrayed lingered in his gaze—that look that said he would never forgive me—and guilt settled in my heart.I didn't do it. I had no idea what happened, but Phil blamed me for it. I could never hurt his heir—talk more about killing him.The tears in my eyes flowed rapidly—hot down my cheeks as my cries and pleas echoed out of the basement. I had been framed up for what I knew nothing about. The tears in my eyes stung and the mind-boggling thought that Phil never really knew me—if he did, he would know I could never do what he had accused me of.Just as the gammas locked the basement door and left. I fell to the floor, in tears. My heart cramped up in pain, so tight—I could barely breathe—maybe I felt this way because I felt betrayed too.Suddenly there was a noise by the ragged armchair. I looked towards, only to see a mouse pass by with speed and take off through the open