All Chapters of The White Wolf Luna: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The firelight burned low in the old forest, casting long shadows across a ring of wolves who had not stepped foot in the Den in many seasons, not because they had forgotten their place, but because they had never accepted the one given to them.These were not rogues. They were not Nullborn. They were something far more dangerous.They were wolves who remembered, selectively. Wolves who had tasted freedom, then spat it out in favor of order. Wolves who had once run at the front of their packs, who had built empires of obedience from broken bloodlines, and now watched that empire fall apart beneath the weight of truth.At the center of their circle stood Malrick.His fur was gray at the muzzle, streaked with age, but his body remained hard, his eyes unflinching. He had not set foot near the central council in nearly a decade, not since he was stripped of Alphahood after the Scorchbone Accord collapsed beneath his feet. He had not returned when the Cycle began to bend. He had not even fl

The moment the first of the Elder’s hunters stepped into the chamber, the torches along the walls flickered violently as if the flames themselves felt the weight of what was about to unfold, and Fenric’s eyes locked on the leading figure, a wolf with silver in his hair and an expression carved from stone, his gaze sweeping across the room until it found Fenric and refused to let go. Behind him came six more, their armor engraved with symbols of the Cycle, their movements silent and coordinated, the smell of old blood clinging to them like a second skin.Syra did not move from Fenric’s side, her posture neither defensive nor yielding, her hands at her sides yet tense enough to strike in an instant if provoked, and the Bonebinder turned slowly to face the intruders, his presence filling the chamber with a stillness that made even the hunters hesitate for a heartbeat before advancing.The silver-haired Elder’s voice was calm but carried the authority of decades of unquestioned command. “

The chamber still trembled faintly from the last echo of the oath, the torches burning low as if some unseen hand had cupped them, their light dim but steady, throwing long restless shadows over the walls. Fenric could feel every heartbeat in the room as though the air itself had thickened, carrying the pulse of each wolf in slow, deliberate rhythm, yet beyond that heavy stillness there was the growing presence of the howls outside, no longer scattered or distant but moving together in a pattern that suggested intent.Kaela had not moved from his side, though her shoulders were drawn tight, her fingers flexing once and then stilling on the hilts of her blades, her eyes searching his face not for answers but for signs that he had not already stepped beyond her reach. Syra stood a few paces away, her gaze shifting between Fenric and the figure that had led him to the oath, her expression unreadable, though there was the faint glimmer of something almost like pride in the set of her jaw.

The dimming of the moon was not like the momentary flickers that had unsettled Fenric before, not the trembling blink of a tired eye, but the slow and deliberate retreat of light from the world, as though some unseen hand had drawn a curtain across the sky and left them standing in a half-light that made every shadow stretch long and unfamiliar. The silver that had glinted on the wolves’ fur faded to a dull grey, the glimmer in their eyes deepening into something colder, and for an instant the wind itself seemed to pause, as if the world were holding its breath for what would come next.Fenric felt the weight of that darkness settle on his shoulders, not as fear but as the heavy certainty that whatever was happening above was not a trick of cloud or chance, and he could hear the faint sound of his own blood in his ears, steady and slow as though his body too had decided to wait for the first strike. Across the narrow shelf Raelin stood with her wolves behind her, the pale light washin

The light from the hollow did not disappear when the earth stopped moving. It glowed over and over, like the slow beat of a big heart. The strange light shone on the wolves’ faces and made them look both amazed and scared. Fenric felt the pull inside him with each glow. It was as if the veins and bone in his body were strings, pulled by something below the rock. He tried to keep calm, even though it was hard to breathe. There was a heavy feeling on his chest that he could not shake off or take completely into himself.Raelin’s wolves moved in close to each other. Their ears went flat, and their eyes moved quickly from him to the bright crack in the ground. They still wanted to follow her, but now their own fear was bigger than any order she could give. Raelin saw that they were unsure. She showed her teeth to Fenric, full of anger. Her voice shook with both rage and fear. “You opened this, your blood called to it, and now every wolf here will pay for what answers. Tell me, Fenric, tel