All Chapters of CHASING HIS LUNA BACK: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Silas's point of viewThe moment I heard Alisha’s name fall from the guard’s lips, a sharp growl tore out of my chest. The air itself seemed to shift, trembling with my rage. I didn’t even wait for the details to be dropped further, my wolf lunged forward inside me, demanding blood, demanding retribution. I shifted instantly, bones snapping, fur erupting, the raw fury of my wolf consuming me.The world sharpened. Every scent, every sound screamed at me. My paws hit the ground with such force the tiles cracked under me as I stormed down the corridor. Alisha! That traitorous snake. After everything I had done to contain her madness, she dared to escape tonight of all nights? On Aurelia’s Luna ceremony?Dalton’s heavy footsteps caught up beside me, his voice low but taut with urgency. “Alpha! Alpha... one of the omegas is dead. Kitchen staff. Her throat ripped out.”I halted mid-run, claws scraping across stone, a snarl reverberating through my chest. My fangs bared, dripping with fury.

Aurelia's point of view My heart was beating like a drum, so loud I swore even the walls could hear it. Each thud echoed through my ribs like a war cry, reminding me that Alisha was free and she was somewhere in this house, lurking, waiting, planning.I should have known she would never surrender. Alisha wasn’t the kind of woman to bow her head or repent. No, she thrived in chaos, weaving it around herself like a crown. It was her actions, her hunger for power, her cruelty that had condemned her to exile and imprisonment. And now, by some twisted stroke of fate, she had clawed her way back into the light.But not again.Not in my pack. Not near my children.I wrapped my arms tightly around Kael and Sara, drawing their trembling little bodies close. Their warmth anchored me, though my mind was already sharpening like a blade, preparing for the inevitable confrontation.“You both need to hide,” I whispered, forcing steadiness into my voice. My throat felt raw, dry as sandpaper, but my

Silas's point of view The stench of betrayal clung to the air like rot.I stormed down the corridor, my claws threatening to tear free, my wolf pacing inside me with a fury that burned hotter than fire. Xander Potts. The coward thought he could deceive me? Aid Alisha? I would wring every truth from him before he drew his last breath.The guards tightened the patrols, but I knew better. Security meant nothing to a rat who understood every blind spot, every forgotten corner. Xander had been with us long enough to learn the cracks in the walls, the soft points in our defense. If Alisha had slipped her leash, he was the one who loosened it.“Dalton,” I growled, my voice harsh, final. “Go. Stay with Aurelia.”He didn’t argue. He bowed his head once and sprinted down the opposite hall. That was loyalty. That was why Dalton still lived.I stayed rooted, my body taut, every muscle drawn like a bowstring. I wasn’t moving forward that I was guarding, warding, standing like the sentinel she nee

Aurelia's point of view Hours later, Silas was lying in the infirmary bed, his chest rising and falling with a harsh, uneven rhythm. His skin was slick with sweat, veins dark under his flesh. His wolf had nearly consumed him in the chase, Fenrir’s rage overtaking reason. It had taken both Dalton and I to drag him back before he could fling himself into Roderick’s claws.If we hadn’t stopped him, I would be a widow by now.I sat by his side, pressing a cloth to his forehead. His eyes flickered under his lids, his breath ragged. Fenrir still fought beneath his skin, snarling to be released, but the healers were working to steady him.Dalton stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, his face twisted in frustration. Lara lingered beside him, her hands twisting nervously.“Why didn’t you let him tear Roderick apart?” Dalton’s voice was sharp, almost accusing. “Why stop him, Aurelia? He had him. He could have ended this before it spiraled further.”I lifted my gaze, meeting his anger hea

Aurelia's point of view The temple always smelled of incense and dust, heavy and suffocating, like the air had been trapped for centuries. The circular chamber was lined with carved stone pillars, each one etched with runes that gleamed faintly in the candlelight. I walked inside with Silas at my side, every step echoing as though my presence itself was an intrusion.I had faced witches, wolves, bloodthirsty enemies, and even betrayal from those I had once called kin, but walking into that chamber to stand before the Elders felt like walking willingly into a den of snakes. Not because they could hurt me physically, but because their tongues were sharper than any dagger. They would question me, they would humiliate me, and worst of all, they would question Silas’s loyalty for keeping me by his side.My son was missing, stolen by Alisha, and still I had to play politics. Still, I had to stand before these self-righteous relics who believed their decrees carried more weight than a mothe