All Chapters of Lunar Lake: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

141 (Kathryn’s POV) I wasn’t looking for anything. Honestly, I just wanted to thank Camerin. He’d been running himself ragged, chasing leads, holding the line so Tyler didn’t burn himself out completely. When I spotted him in the hall, I caught his arm on instinct, meaning only to stop him for a second. The moment my skin brushed his, the vision slammed into me. Stone walls. The stench of blood and ash. A body wrapped in canvas on a cellar floor, lifeless. Tyler standing over it, fists clenched, fury in every line of his body. Camerin beside him, voice grim: “They’ll all be marked, Tyler. Any spy we catch will end the same way.” I gasped, jerking my hand back. The vision faded, leaving my heart pounding in my chest. Camerin’s face drained of color he knew what I’d seen. “You didn’t tell me,” I whispered, anger and betrayal tangling in my throat. “You and Tyler, you kept this from me.” “Kate…” he started, but I cut him off. “You let me walk through the ranks, touching everyone,

143 (Tyler’s POV) I slammed the door behind us, the heavy oak rattling on its hinges. Camerin was at my side, silent but steady. Kate followed, her face pale from the vision, but her chin lifted, stubborn as ever. Micah arrived last, closing the lock and pulling the blinds. No one else would hear this. No one else could. I planted both hands on the table, leaning forward, my voice cutting through the silence. “Jaxson thinks he has an army. He thinks fear will carry him. He’s wrong.” My growl shook in my chest, low and sharp. “It’s time he learned what a real army looks like.” Micah folded his arms, watching me carefully. Camerin’s eyes narrowed, waiting. Kate eased closer to the table, like she already knew I wasn’t just venting. “We don’t fight him here,” I continued. “Not on our land. Not where our people sleep. He’s watching us waiting for us to slip. That ends now. While he’s watching our patrols, we go behind his back.” “Behind his back… how?” Micah asked. I straightened,

145 (Tyler’s POV) The war room was empty when I walked in. The long oak table stretched before me, scarred with the marks of knives, claws, and time. Maps still covered the walls inked lines marking patrols, red pins for sightings, black ones for the dead. I didn’t sit. Not yet. I needed them to walk in and see me already here, already waiting, already ready. An Alpha doesn’t wait for his circle. His circle gathers around him. The silence hummed with tension, like the moment before a storm cracks the sky. I set my hands flat on the table, leaning forward, studying the map of our borders. The pins had multiplied too quickly these past weeks. Jaxson was moving faster than I liked. Too fast for coincidence. The door opened. Camerin stepped in first, as I knew he would. His eyes swept the room, sharp, assessing. He didn’t speak, just gave me a short nod and moved to my right, taking his place like it had always been meant for him. Micah came next, his jaw set, his movements tighter

147 (Tyler’s POV) The sound of boots and paws blended into one steady rhythm as we crossed into Jaxson’s territory. Mist clung low across the ground, rolling off the trees like smoke, muffling the sound of hundreds of wolves moving as one. My wolves kept tight formation, shoulders squared, eyes sharp. To them, this was still a patrol. To me, it was the start of war. Camerin strode at my right hand, his senses tuned to every shadow and snap of twig. The man was stone, but I could feel the edge in him too, the hunter’s awareness that danger wasn’t ahead of us, it was around us already. Micah ranged a few paces ahead, his unit fanning out as the first line of scouts. Silent, efficient, blades glinting in the morning light. They disappeared into the trees in waves, vanishing without a sound. I trusted him to spot trouble before it spotted us. The warriors behind me shifted their weight, the air vibrating with contained energy. Their wolves wanted to run, to fight, to spill blood. I c

149 (Tyler’s POV) For a heartbeat, the battlefield went silent. Only the drip of blood, the rasp of ragged breaths, and the faint wind through the broken trees filled the air. Then the realization rippled outward like fire through dry brush. “Alpha…” someone whispered. Then louder. “Alpha Tyler!” A chorus followed, voices rising, warriors my warriors throwing back their heads to howl. The sound split the night sky, raw and triumphant. They howled for victory, for survival, for the end of the wolf who had haunted us. I stood over Jaxson’s body, chest heaving, every muscle trembling with exhaustion, but I forced myself upright. The howl rolled over me, into me, binding me to them. My pack. My responsibility. My burden. But also my strength. I caught Camerin’s eyes across the field. He looked just as blood-soaked, just as broken, but he gave me a sharp nod. Respect. Agreement. We had done what needed to be done. Micah limped up next, his arm torn and bleeding, but his grin wide. “