All Chapters of CHASING HIS LUNA BACK: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Silas's point of viewAurelia and her mother, Linda has left the blackfang pack to find clues and more against Marcus Draco. He is moving faster and we lack time, so we cannot afford to sit and watch him clap for the show. He had already marked my daughter for breeding, and I will never let him touch my daughter. The sun was shining in the sky and without Aurelia, this pack looks incomplete. The corridors were unusually quiet until the sound of little feet pattered against the stone floor. I stepped out of my chamber to find Kael and Sara wandering about, their voices echoing as they called for Aurelia."Mom!!!" I happened to to appear and their look wasn't satisfactory to see me.“Where’s Mama?” Kael asked, brows knit together in worry.I crouched to their level, softening my voice. “Your mother had to go take care of something important. She’ll be back soon.”"I want Mama!!" Kael cried and I carried him on my lap."Hey! Lil buddy, Mama will be back soon, today is the day you will

Aurelia's point of viewThe stench of rot thickened in the air as the creatures clawed their way up from the deep crack in the ruin's walls. They weren’t ordinary rogues wolves but a creation of dark magic. Their bodies were mangled, half-decayed, eyes burning with a sickly green light that reeked of witchcraft. My claws scraped the stone floor as I shifted beside my mother, fur bristling, heart pounding.Her arm was injured from the fall earlier, but she stood tall, fangs bared, the crown of her lineage faintly glowing against her skin. “They’re not alive,” she growled, her voice a broken mix of fury and pain. “They’re bound… summoned.”My gaze darted to the leather-bound journal we had ripped from the basement’s altar. The very air around it vibrated with power. “This isn’t just protection magic,” I said, lips curling into a snarl. “It’s a seal. Whoever placed it wanted this book hidden forever.”The demon wolves lunged, their bodies shifting unnaturally fast. My mother blocked the

Aurelia's point of viewMy paws dragged heavily against the dirt as I ran, the weight of my mother slumped across my back pulling me lower with every stride. My wolf muscles burned, my lungs ached, but I couldn’t stop. When every ragged exhale of hers sounded fainter, thinner, as though the air itself was abandoning her. I had carried battle-wounded warriors before, but this was different because this was my mother.The forest blurred around me, shadows streaking past as I pushed harder, ignoring the screaming ache in my limbs. The metallic scent of her blood clung to my fur, hot and unrelenting, mingling with the faint sweetness of her lavender perfume. My chest tightened at the realization that her scent was my comfort since childhood and it was growing weaker with every step I took.By the time I broke through the trees and neared the pack’s border,

Silas's point of viewI took the journal from Aurelia as gently as if I were holding one of our pups. Her hands trembled against mine. The leather was cold, the spine cracked with age. For a moment I allowed myself a quiet hope, perhaps this ragged thing would finally give us what we needed: proof, weakness, a way to end Draco.I opened it. Empty pages stared back at me, thin and pale like bone. I ran my thumb across the paper; nothing. Not a single inked line. I glanced up at Aurelia with a half-smile that was supposed to be reassuring.“You brought an empty book,” I said, trying for a lightness I didn’t feel.She snatched it back so fast the sound startled me. Her face changed in the space of a breath with confusion, then a sick pallor that stole the color from her cheeks. She fumbled through the pages again, eyes moving faster, searching, lips forming words only she could hear. I watched her, the room narrowing until her whisper became everything.“It’s not blank,” she said finall

Aurelia's point of viewThe curtains fluttered with a slow, deliberate breeze, carrying the faint fragrance of morning dew and pinewood from the forest outside. A silvery glow lingered on the fabric, a gentle reminder that dawn had already broken, but I lay there unmoving, caught between the comfort of the moment and the weight of reality pressing over my chest. My gaze drifted to the man beside me. Silas slept soundly, his breath steady, chest rising and falling in perfect rhythm as if the chaos of the world could not reach him here. For a fleeting instant, I allowed myself the luxury of smiling.My heart still burned with the memories of last night, his hands roaming my skin, his lips trailing fire down my throat, the desperate passion that had tethered us together as though nothing outside existed. There was a time when we made love like that endlessly, recklessly, in a haze of youth and freedom, but duty had crept into our lives like a thief, stealing away the hours we once shared