All Chapters of CHASING HIS LUNA BACK: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Silas's point of viewElen’s whispering was a thing made of thread and breath. She crouched in the shadow of the ruined coop and traced runes in the dirt with a cracked fingernail with old glyphs, crooked by fear but true. When she finished she looked at me, eyes wide and raw. “It’s thin,” she said. “It will hold for an hour. After that Mara’s senses will sting like nettles and she’ll see through anything not braided well enough.”I wanted to slam my palm against the ground and demand more time. One hour is a cut, not a solution. But the veil held where she’d traced it, air shimmering like heat. The scent of us flattened in the world, a smear of nothing where we’d been living shadows. The torchlight slid past our hiding places like a lie.Elen wrapped the pendant at her throat with both hands. “I can’t stay with you,” she said. “If Mara knows I walked out to help, they will suspect me. They’ll watch my mother’s grave, watch my home. I’ll be killed for this later. This is my penance. U

Silas's point of viewI came too late to be noble.The courtyard had collapsed into a savage blur: the clack of a knife, a woman screaming, the slap of a body on stone. I ran in on a pack of shadows, following the shouts, and the world narrowed until there was only one target and it was Mara, hand at Elen’s throat, blade bright and wrong.When she saw me she smiled like a predator showing off a new toy. “Silas,” she purred, amusement cutting the air. “You’re predictably late.”Ronan didn’t wait for my theatrics. He dove out of nowhere, teeth flashing, and clamped down on Mara’s forearm. The blade clattered free. For the length of a breath Elen was nowhere, already scrambling away, small and fast, clutching the pendant to her chest.“Ronan!” I bellowed. “Hold!”Mara’s laugh turned to a snarl. She wrenched, throwing her weight; the kid hit a wall, sliding down it in a crumple of limbs and smoke. She shoved him aside and moved to finish what she’d started. Magic shivered in her fingers,

Silas's point of viewWe marched back to Blackfang with the dead weight of exhaustion clinging to every bone. My warriors walked behind me in silence, the surviving witches at the rear, some limping, some supporting each other. Losing Kaine and Marta gnawed at my chest. I had given permission to bury them where they fell, but that did not ease the bitterness in my throat. They died fighting for us. For me. For Aurelia. Draco would pay for that.When the trees thinned and the familiar border stones appeared, a rotten smell hit my nose. Blood, burnt wood, wet soil and something else… witch residue. My pulse hammered. I took off running, shifting for speed then shifting back when I reached the clearing. There were bodies everywhere. Some were our wolves, some were witches from Draco’s coven. The forest floor was a massacre.My heart nearly leapt out of my chest.“Dalton!” I shouted at the patrol. “Where is she?”Dalton turned from where he had dragged two bodies toward the side. His clot

Silas's point of viewAfter the chaos in the study, I brought Aurelia to the pups’ chamber myself. Kael was half-asleep on the rug, Sara curled around her wolf plush. The nanny stood immediately.“Luna needs rest,” I said quietly. “Make sure no one disturbs her until morning. Not even Dalton unless it is life or death.”"I am fine, Silas. i can walk myself." Aurelia rolled her eyes as I laid her down on the ground."You can but it doesn't mean you must. Aurelia, You are pregnant and your body is consuming too much. I wnat you to rest properly while I will take care of rest of the things." I cupped her cheeks."You are being too protective." She shook her head while giving a soft smile i thought lost somewhere in this mess."I love you, Aurelia!" I couldn't stop admitting that she is the best thing ever happened to me."I love you too, Silas." Her eyes helf too much emotions she can't handle with a messy head."Take her inside and be careful." I instructed the nanny.The nanny bowed. “

Aurelia's point of viewDraco was moving with a his evil intentions. I could feel it in the air, in the vibrations beneath the floor, in the dread that coiled through my ribs. Everything was tightening like a fist about to strike. His warning were mety, he had planned something big, something dangerous.We gathered in the study that had been ransacked hours ago. The room felt smaller now, heavier, as if the shadows themselves listened. “We have to defend ourselves,” I said quietly.Silas shook his head slowly. “Defending is not enough. Draco is not testing us anymore. He wants blood. He wants the pack. He wants you.”Damien stood near the ruined shelves, arms crossed, eyes scanning the mess. “Silas is right. Defense will only prolong the suffering. We must strike before Draco does. Hit him where it hurts.”I turned to him sharply. “You are the Alpha King. Call your army. Where are they? You swore to protect the entire region. If you want to redeem anything you have done, then do it n