All Chapters of Lunar Lake: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

111 Kate slipped her hand into Tyler’s, giving it the faintest tug. He didn’t need more than that. Without words, they rose, leaving behind the sleeping and murmuring bodies of their people. No one stopped them; no one needed to. The Alpha and his Luna had given everything tonight, and the pack instinctively gave them space. They moved through the quiet woods toward a private cabin, the night air cooler here, carrying the scents of smoke, pine, and something faintly sweet wildflowers crushed underfoot during the celebrations. Tyler’s thumb brushed over the back of her hand, a steady reassurance in contrast to the chaos they’d endured. Neither spoke until the cabin door closed behind them, shutting out the last of the night’s noise. For the first time in what felt like forever, there was nothing they had to do, no command to give, no danger waiting at their door. Kate leaned into Tyler’s chest, and he folded her into his arms, his chin resting on her hair. The silence between them

113 (Tyler’s POV) Celia cornered Kate and myself the moment we came in the door. She wanted to know everything the doctor said and she wasn’t going to the word ‘nothing’ for an answer. I decided it was going to be easier to tell a couple of people, but not the whole pack, not yet. So Kate confirmed she was pregnant and Celia let out a squeal and hugged Kate. She wanted to know when we were going to announce it to the pack and I explained that I wanted to make sure Kate was safe before we told everyone. Celia understood and promised to keep it quiet. But she did point out that Kate carries a werewolf pup and the gestation for a werewolf pregnancy is only three months. Since Kate is already one month along she is going to be showing soon and the secret will be out. I agreed and had to work fast. ***** I walked into Scott’s room with a sense of unease curling in my gut. The man was awake now, sitting upright with that pale, drawn look of someone who had spent too long unconscious.

115 (Kathryn’s POV) I needed air. And someone who wouldn’t look at her like she was made of glass about to break.I found Camerin where she knew he’d be leaning against the hood of one of the patrol trucks, moonlight sliding off the black paint, arms folded as he watched the tree line like it might come alive at any moment. “Figured you’d show up,” he said without turning around. “Didn’t figure you’d be psychic on top of everything else,” I said, climbing up to sit on the hood beside him. He shrugged. “You’ve got a look. The ‘I just told my Alpha something he didn’t want to hear but I’m doing it anyway’ look.” I stared out at the dark woods, fingers knotting together. “They want me in another ritual. At the center of it.” Camerin let out a low whistle. “That’s… not small.” “No,” I said softly. “It isn’t. And Tyler nearly tore the council room apart when he heard. But this thing… It's after me, Cam. Maybe after the baby too. I can’t hide behind him forever.” Camerin studied me

117 (Third party POV) The wards flared once more under Lena’s hands, but this time the circle wasn’t holding. The creature was too strong now, every shadow striking at once, hammering against the barrier as if it knew the witches were burning through their strength too quickly to sustain it. Lena’s sisters exchanged a single look, the kind shared by those who already knew the price they were about to pay. The eldest sister cut deeper into her palm, pressing bloody fingers into the earth as she shouted words so sharp they felt like broken glass ripping through the air. The circle responded instantly, fire leaping high enough to scorch the treetops. Kate flinched at the power radiating from it. This wasn’t a shield anymore. It was a cage. The magic fed on their strength, pulling so much life from them that one sister collapsed completely, her body trembling in the dirt. But the wards knitted closed for a heartbeat sealing the creature in again. The wolves pulled back slightly at th

119 (Camerin’s POV) I led a small team of warriors across the border into Jaxson’s territory—land now claimed by the Lunar Lake Pack but crawling with uncertainty. The woods felt heavier here, like they hadn’t recovered from the darkness that had seeped through them. They found the returning wolves clustered near what used to be one of Jaxson’s main dens, a half-burned structure with broken windows and walls that bore the scars of old battles. Some of the wolves looked gaunt, like they hadn’t eaten properly in weeks. Others stared blankly into the trees, eyes too haunted for men their age. My team grabbed one who seemed more alert than the rest, a young warrior with a jagged scar across his temple and dragged him to a clearing for questioning. “Name?” I demanded, folding my arms. “Rory,” the wolf muttered, voice hoarse. He didn’t look afraid so much as exhausted, as if fear itself had burned out of him already. “You were with Jaxson,” I pressed. “Where is he now?” Rory shook h