All Chapters of Lunar Lake: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

101 (Tyler’s POV) Outside the tent, the camp had fallen into a strange, scattered quiet. The wolves that had been stationed closest to the wards were no longer at rigid attention; they were moving off in small groups, shaking tension from their shoulders, some exchanging quick words in relief. Patrol leaders were already signaling to resume perimeter sweeps, but the air no longer carried that sharp edge of imminent danger. I kept my hand on the small of Kate’s back as we stepped out into the cooler night air. She was still pale, but she walked steady, chin up. A few of the younger wolves dipped their heads to her as we passed, and I caught more than one glance filled with quiet respect. Whatever they thought of her before, seeing her inside that circle had shifted something. Lena and her sisters followed us out, their faces drawn but triumphant. They gathered the two of us near the campfire so we could speak without others crowding in. “It was testing you,” Lena began, her gaze f

103 (Tyler’s POV) The camp had gone quiet, most of the pack settled into uneasy rest, the wards humming faintly in the distance like the low growl of a watchful sentinel. I should’ve been able to rest too, if only for an hour, but the storm in my chest wouldn’t let me. I found Camerin by the edge of the treeline, sharpening his blade by lantern light. He looked up, brow lifting. “Couldn’t sleep?” I shook my head. “Not with what’s coming.” He didn’t press, just kept working at the blade until I sank down on the log across from him. For a long moment, the only sound was the scrape of metal on stone. Finally, I spoke. “She’s going to be in the circle.” His hand stilled, then slowly lowered the blade. “Kate?” I nodded, staring at the dirt between my boots. “Lena and her sisters didn’t tell me everything. They need her. I don’t know why, maybe because she’s Luna, maybe because of…” My voice trailed, not ready to say the word pregnancy aloud, not even to him. “But Kate won’t back dow

105 (Third party POV) The sun dropped behind the tree line, and with it, silence spread through the camp like a shroud. Every wolf, every warrior, every witch seemed to pause as though the earth itself was holding its breath. At the center of the clearing, Lena and her sisters stepped barefoot into the circle they had carved into the ground. Ancient runes were etched deep into the soil, glowing faintly as dusk surrendered to night. The witches clasped hands, their eyes reflecting firelight and something more powerful than the pack itself. “Wards are holding,” one murmured, though her voice carried like a bell across the stillness. The air grew colder as they began to chant, low at first, a whisper that crawled across the ground like smoke. The runes flared, pulsing in rhythm with their voices, until the very earth seemed to hum. Around them, the wolves formed their perimeter. Tyler shifted, Goliath’s presence a looming force just beneath his skin. Camerin prowled the edge of the

107 The rift writhed like a wound that refused to close. Each pulse of dark energy sent shockwaves through the clearing, rattling bones and shaking teeth. The wards sparked violently, threads of fire straining as Lena and her sisters shouted incantations, their voices overlapping in harsh, ancient cadence. “Anchor it now!” one of the sisters cried. Their hands lifted, weaving light that clawed desperately at the edges of the rent. The circle brightened, a golden blaze fighting back the spreading black. But the creature pushed harder. It lurched halfway through the breach, limbs dragging against the glowing wards, searing itself yet refusing to retreat. Each strike of its claws cracked the ground, and every wolf that lunged was thrown back with the weight of its unholy strength. Camerin rolled across the dirt, already back on his feet, snarling as he rallied two more wolves to his side. “Push it back! Don’t let it through!” Tyler’s voice roared above the chaos, his Alpha command la

109 The roar of the fight still echoed in Kate’s bones, but the world around her had gone strangely still. Tyler’s arms held her upright, his chest heaving against her back, every breath hot with effort and relief. She turned in his grip, pressing her forehead into his shoulder. He smelled of earth, sweat, and blood, but underneath it was the grounding, steady scent that had always anchored her. For a long moment, neither of them spoke. It was as though words might crack the fragile silence that followed the storm. Finally, Tyler’s voice came, low and ragged. “You can’t…” He broke off, clutching her tighter. His jaw brushed her temple as if he was trying to hold her there by force alone. “You can’t keep doing that to me. Throwing yourself between it and…” Kate tilted her head up, meeting his wild, burning eyes. “It was me it wanted, Tyler. It was always going to come for me.” His hands trembled on her arms, not from weakness but from the brutal restraint of holding himself togeth