Alle Kapitel von CHASING HIS LUNA BACK: Kapitel 71 – Kapitel 80

Aurelia's point of viewI was ready.More than ready.There was this ache in my chest that wouldn't go away, like someone had carved something out of me and left it bleeding, raw and pulsing. I tried to breathe through it, tried to stay calm, collected, the Luna everyone expected me to be. But inside, I was unraveling thread by thread.I stood near the corridor window, eyes fixed on the horizon, heart clenched tight like a fist. That’s when Lara came rushing to me. Her eyes wide, voice hushed, trembling with urgency.“You cannot shift,” she said, grabbing my wrist. “Aurelia, you cannot go to the ruins.”I stared at her, not blinking or moving my gaze anywhereShe took a deep breath, then added, “It could be a trap. Just like the one Silas fell into. And you know Roderick… he wants you dead. If you die, who will take care of your children?”The last part hit harder than it should have. Kael and Sara. My babies. Her words echoed and kept echoing like thunder across my thoughts. But even

Aurelia's point of viewAfter Dalton left for the ruins with the warriors, I turned away, walking in the opposite direction with a heaviness in my chest I couldn’t shake off. I wasn’t following them. I had something else to do, something urgent, dangerous, and buried under layers of secrets and grief. I trusted Dalton completely. He knew what had to be done on his end, and I knew I had a different path to follow. A path that would decide everything.The cold air bit at my face as I stepped past the tree line, hood pulled over my head, my breath fogging in the still morning. The forest was still waking, but my mind was already racing. I needed to get to the border before dawn. Every second mattered.Mason was dead. Silas was barely alive. Our people were panicked, divided, and hanging by threads of lies spun by a mad Alpha and his scheming puppets. I couldn’t allow this to continue. Not when I had one last chance to set things right. Not when I carried their blood on my hands like a we

Aurelia's point of viewWe arrived just in time though it never felt like enough.The chamber door creaked open with an eerie slowness that felt like fate holding its breath. Silas stood beside me, tense, unreadable but his stillness spoke volumes. We both sensed it before we saw it. That unnatural shift in the air. The kind of wrongness that chills a mother’s spine even before danger makes itself visible.And then there she was.Alisha.Crouched in the shadows like a predator, hunched beside Kael’s bed, one hand steadying a syringe while the other brushed his arm, preparing to plunge death into his bloodstream.My heart nearly stopped. Everything in me screamed not just rage, but raw, maternal horror. Kael, my sweet boy, was still asleep, unaware of how close death had come. Liana stirred faintly in her bunk above, the rise and fall of her small chest blissfully steady.The lights flared on in a burst of artificial brilliance. Silas clapped twice, sharp and commanding, snapping the s

Silas's point fo viewShe looked so still.Too still.The moment I entered the hospital room, my knees almost buckled beneath me. There she was, My mate, my Aurelia. She was lying unconscious on the bed, her skin deathly pale, her lips chapped, her breathing shallow and ragged beneath the web of healing wards etched into the air by trembling hands of our best healers. Her body didn’t move, not even a twitch, and yet it screamed of a battle being fought beneath the surface. Every second that passed without her opening her eyes felt like a blade digging deeper into my chest.I could hardly hear what the head healer was saying. They said something about the amount of wolfsbane in her blood, how it had attacked her nervous system, and how her body had slipped into a coma to protect itself. Coma. That word hit me like a punch to the gut. A coma meant uncertainty. It meant helplessness. It meant I had failed her again.I lowered myself into the chair beside her bed, unable to speak, unable

Silas's point of viewReturning from the dungeons, I could still hear the echo of Alisha’s scream ringing in my ears, not from the pain of her wounds, but from the look she saw in my eyes. That guttural roar I let out... it wasn’t mine alone. It was Fenrir, my wolf, baring his fangs through my gaze. Alisha had seen something not even she was prepared for, the fury of a mate who almost lost the woman he loved.But it hadn’t gotten us anything. No confession. No guilt. No remorse.It would be difficult to break her spirit, and I was no longer interested in beating it out of her. I needed information, I needed real answers. Every second Aurelia stayed unconscious, we lost time. And time… wasn’t a luxury we had.I closed the dungeon gate behind me, dragging my exhausted feet back through the packhouse corridor. The walls were too quiet, too still. Even the air around me felt heavier. For the first time in a long while, Blackfang didn't feel like home. It felt like a tomb, and Aurelia… she