All Chapters of Moonlit Secrets: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The wind howled through the narrow ravine, pulling at Xander’s cloak as he rode along the treacherous path. Above, the sky churned with a brooding storm, the thunder reverberating between the jagged cliffs. The far reaches of Moonrise territory had always been dangerous, but tonight, there was something different in the air—a suffocating pressure, a feeling of danger close at hand. Every muscle in the Alpha’s body tensed as he rode, instincts sharp and alert.Xander had come seeking answers, following the scent of strange tracks on the border—footprints where no wolf from his pack should have been. Alone, as was often his way, he trusted his senses over the politics of the council. He needed to escape the weight of Aria’s return, the letter she had left still pressed to his heart, a silent promise that now cut deeper with each passing moment.But pride, as he would soon discover, was no shield against what awaited him.The ambush came suddenly, as though the land itself had conspired

The light of dawn was slow, creeping across the sky above Dawnveil’s healer’s den. The storm that had ravaged the mountains hadn’t quite reached here, but its lingering presence hung in the air, heavy and full of anticipation. Outside, the sound of children laughing and playing carried through the breeze, reminding Aria of simpler times. But within the walls of the den, everything felt still, held in the tender space between life and death, a fragile waiting room where everything could change.Aria sat on the narrow cot by the hearth, her hands protectively cradling her growing belly. The events of the previous night were still fresh in her body—the frantic hours of surgery, Xander’s broken, bloody body beneath her hands, the moment when he had awoken, whispering her name with words she had longed for, but never dared to truly believe.“I’ve always loved you.”That confession had been gentle, breaking through what was old and broken in their relationship, making space for something ne

The late afternoon sun bathed the village green in warm golden hues, casting long shadows under the sprawling oak at the center. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of woodsmoke and the faint chill of winter’s breath, a reminder that the seasons were shifting once again. The pack had gathered for the monthly communal feast—a tradition older than the council itself. Long tables were piled high with platters of roast meats and baskets of honeyed bread, stretching beneath the ancient oak that had witnessed generations of both triumph and tragedy.It was a day for celebration: the successful harvest, the return of the hunters, the promise of another winter survived. But beneath the cheerful chatter and the clinking of mugs, there was an undercurrent of tension. Eyes kept darting to the northern path, anticipation hanging thick in the air.“Will he come? After everything?”“They say the Alpha nearly died. It was the healer who saved him.”“I heard she’s carrying his child.”“Nonsense. Sh

The morning at the border was quiet, the sky holding a faint blue hue as the cold air settled over the land. Frost clung to the edges of the path, the last golden leaves of autumn scattered beneath the heavy iron gates. There was a stillness before the day’s first patrol, the world feeling both vast and full of possibility.Sienna stood at the threshold, a small pack over her shoulder, her posture steady, her expression calm. Gone was the softness she once wore like a shield; in its place, a grace forged from heartbreak and reflection. She had stayed in the pack longer than she intended, out of duty, confusion, and even habit. But now, it was time to leave.She watched the gates creak open, the world beyond waiting for her. The fresh air, the pine and earth scent, was a comfort, a final farewell to the land that had once held her so tightly.Behind her, the soft footsteps of Aria approached. Aria was wrapped in a shawl, her new life evident in the curve of her belly. Her face was sere

In the days following the healing rite at the Moonstone Shrine, subtle shifts rippled through the pack. The woods at night were quieter now, not in fear but in reverence. Within the healer's hall, each footstep echoed differently. The children spoke of spirit wolves, and the elders stood taller, their steps lighter. Aria felt the changes most keenly in her work. The air in the infirmary was filled with gratitude, not fear. Eyes followed her with a mix of awe, affection, and pride, where once there was skepticism and doubt.She carried on with steady hands, checking pulses, changing bandages, and speaking softly to the restless. But the weight of the eyes upon her—different, warmer—did not escape her. Aria moved through the halls with practised grace, yet she kept her heart close. The ceremony, with its power still lingering inside her, was both humbling and empowering. Being Luna had meant stepping into a role she hadn’t quite understood before, but now, as the baby grew heavier withi