All Chapters of Lunar Lake: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

131 (Tyler’s POV) I tore through the trees like fire was eating my heels. Every heartbeat pounded one name through my skull, Kate. Camerin and half the warriors broke off behind me, the rest holding Jaxson’s wolves back as best they could. I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. If Jaxson wanted me to chase him, fine. But if Kate fell because of this… I shoved the thought down and ran harder. (Kathryn’s POV) I heard the windows shatter before the alarms went off. Celia shoved me behind the heavy oak table as three wolves in Jaxson’s colors stormed through the door. Micah was already there, claws out, his roar shaking the walls as he met the first wolf head-on. Another wolf lunged straight for me. I rolled, came up with the silver dagger Tyler had made me wear ever since the last attack. My heart pounded, my hands shook but I slashed anyway, catching the wolf across the shoulder. It howled, but didn’t stop. Outside, more of our warriors collided with Jaxson’s wolves, the clash of teet

133 (Camerin’s POV) The shrine still burned in my mind the way the shadows screamed when I cut it apart, the sound echoing like bones snapping underfoot. I’d done the right thing, I was sure of it. But the land itself felt like it wanted blood for what I’d taken. We slipped into the trees under cover of dark, no torches, no sound but the crunch of boots and the low pad of wolves shifting along the flanks. I kept my hand on my blade the entire time. The woods were too quiet. When the night goes still like that, it means something is listening. “Move faster,” I whispered down the line. “We stirred the hornet’s nest. Expect the sting.” The hunters tightened ranks, their breath coming heavy, but no one complained. They’d seen what I had those wolves writhing in the dirt when the shrine fell, like strings cut loose from a puppet. That kind of power doesn’t just vanish. It finds another way to claw back. Branches cracked somewhere behind us. Too heavy for a deer. Too sharp for the win

135 (Kathryn’s POV) The air between us was heavy, too heavy, like the whole packhouse might crack under it. Tyler’s jaw was set, my chest was still heaving, and neither of us had moved an inch when Camerin finally cleared his throat. “Alright,” he said, voice low but steady. “Before you two decide whether to drag the entire pack through this argument, let me be the one to remind you what’s at stake.” We both turned, startled like we’d forgotten he was even in the room. Camerin leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, eyes sharp in that way that always cut through the noise. “If Kate’s going to do this, it’s not just about her risk. Every time she touches someone, every vision she sees, it’s going to ripple through the pack. Suspicions. Fear. Wolves turning on each other.” He shook his head. “You think a spy is dangerous? A pack divided is worse.” I swallowed hard. The reality in his words was cold, but true. “So what’s your point?” Tyler asked, his voice gruff. “My point is, you

137 (Tyler’s POV) Camerin moved fast once Kate named him. The third wolf in line Darren hadn’t even made it halfway through his patrol sweep before Camerin’s warriors intercepted him. By the time I arrived at the holding cells beneath the packhouse, Darren was already chained, his wrists raw from struggling against the silver cuffs. His eyes snapped to me the second I walked in, full of a defiance that didn’t match the sweat running down his temple. Kate trailed behind me, silent. I didn’t want her here, but she insisted. If she could see the visions, she said, she could see the truth when he spoke. I wasn’t sure if I hated or admired her resolve more. “Alpha.” Darren spat the word like a curse. “You’ve already decided I’m guilty. What’s the point?” I stepped close, letting Goliath rise just enough for my eyes to burn gold. His body jolted against the restraints, the wolf inside him cowering even if he refused to. “The point,” I said, voice low and deliberate, “is whether you wa

139 (Kathryn’s POV) The silence of the packhouse pressed in heavier than the forest outside. I lay curled on our bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to close my eyes. Every time I did, the visions came back of the faces of warriors, strangers and friends alike, their hopes, their griefs, their private wounds. None of it mine, yet all of it clinging to me. My stomach twisted. Not morning sickness this time, but something sharper, deeper. I couldn’t keep it in anymore. My chest heaved, and suddenly I was sitting up, gasping, shaking. “I can’t do this,” I whispered, too harsh in the stillness. My voice cracked. “Tyler, I can’t. I can’t keep seeing all of them. I can’t carry this and keep pretending I’m fine.” The lamp clicked on. Tyler was beside me instantly, his hand on my back, steady, grounding. His eyes, gold flickering faintly in the low light, searched for me like he could see every raw edge I was trying to hide. “Kate…” His voice was rough, low. “You don’t have to carry it