All Chapters of CHASING HIS LUNA BACK: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Aurelia's point of view The underground chamber smelled like mildew, blood, and regret. A lovely combination, really. My paws padded silently against the stone floor, Lilith’s power humming through me, guiding me deeper into the labyrinth carved beneath the earth. My lunar crest burned like a torch in my mind, pulling me forward even when the stale air begged me to turn back.Alisha’s scent was thick here. Sweetened venom, like rotting roses laced with arsenic. My hackles bristled. Every nerve screamed to pounce, to tear, to end it, but I held back. No, not yet. First, I needed Kael. My son. My heart.The chamber opened into a cavern lit by guttering candles. Runes were scratched across the stone floor, glowing faintly with witchcraft. And there she was, Alisha, draped in her self-importance, holding Kael by the wrist as though he were a trophy she had earned.“Finally,” she sneered, her lips curling into a smile that could make snakes jealous. “I was beginning to think you didn’t lo

Silas's point of view Dalton was pacing in my office like a caged beast, his boots scuffing grooves into the rug that had already suffered enough from our nightly council meetings. He ran a hand through his hair and exhaled loudly.“This is a waste, Silas,” he muttered. “The bait didn’t work. Roderick doesn’t care. His own daughter is rotting in our dungeons and he’d rather sip wine than show his face. We need another plan. Something else to drag the rat out of his hole.”I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples. My wolf was restless inside me, claws scratching, demanding blood. And yet, logic told me Dalton wasn’t wrong. Roderick’s message had been short and cruel: Kill her, I don’t care.Before I could respond, the door creaked open. Aurelia stepped in with the quiet confidence of someone who knew exactly what storm she was about to drop into.Her scent hit me first, wolf and moonlight, laced with that sharp edge of steel that had returned ever since Lilith came back to her. S

Aurelia's point of view The wooden box sat like a curse on the table. Silent, sealed, and yet I could still hear the echo of Alisha’s scream, the way her finger had dropped inside with a dull thud. My hand twitched as though I still gripped the blade.It was a heavy feeling. Crushing. Something that I never imagined I would do to protect my pack.I had cut her finger. I had ordered it to be sent as bait. Why? Because I almost lost my pup in this rage and to make an example that no one, literally no one would ever dare to hurt my pups.Silas agreed with me, yes, but his agreement was not comfort. I knew what I had done was brutal. The memory was seared into my chest like a brand.And yet, no one had shown mercy to my children. Alisha would never have spared Kael or the others. She would have torn out their throats and smiled while doing it. This was not a war where kindness had a place.This was not a battle between cruelty and compassion. This was war between good and evil. The thoug

Silas's point of view The woods were quiet. Too quiet.Patrol nights were usually filled with the steady rhythm of crickets, the rustle of leaves, the distant call of owls. Tonight, the silence pressed against my ears like a warning. My wolf bristled under my skin, restless.A trainee stumbled up to me, eyes wide, chest heaving. “Alpha! There are some movement in the trees. It's not from us, or many known wolf.”I caught the scent before he finished. Acrid, sharp, it was clear that there is a rogue. And beneath it, something older, cursed and familiar.Roderick. It was surely Roderick!I ground my teeth, jaw aching as I followed the trail. He didn’t even try to mask his stench. No subtlety, no care. He wanted me to find him. Maybe this is a trap but he is a dangerous wolf, his presence inside my territory isn't good.Before he could act, I had to find him. And there he was, stepping out from the shadows like he owned the night, his wolf eyes glinting. He hadn’t changed much in these

Aurleia's point of viewThe dungeon door slammed shut behind me, and the echoes chased me down the stone corridor like ghosts. Alisha’s laughter still rang in my ears, high and brittle, even after her screams had died away. I couldn’t tell if what she gave me was truth or just another poisoned riddle. Was it a hint of help, or a final attempt to twist my focus away from Silas?It didn’t matter.Because my mate was out there. With Roderick. And every beat of my heart screamed that Silas was in pain.My steps faltered for only a moment as guilt clawed at me. What I had done to Alisha… the finger in the box, the silver burning her skin… I told myself it was necessary, that no one had shown mercy to my children, so I could not afford mercy either. But when her blood stained my hands, it had felt less like justice and more like vengeance. Brutality for brutality.I pressed the thought down. There was no time to linger.“Luna.” Dalton’s voice came from the hall ahead, tight and urgent. He m