All Chapters of Lunar Lake: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

151 (Marcus’s POV) The door shut behind me with a heavy thud, and I let out a long, shaky breath I hadn’t dared take in front of Tyler. My palms were damp, my throat tight. He hadn’t trusted me yet. I could feel it in the weight of his gaze, in the way his Beta loomed like a shadow ready to strike. And why should he? I was Jaxson’s second for too long. Every wolf in my old pack knew it. Some of them would never forgive me for bowing to another Alpha. But survival was survival. And Tyler was right about one thing, I couldn’t walk halfway anymore. I crossed the courtyard, ignoring the stares of Lunar Lake warriors who marked my every move. Their suspicion clung to me like smoke. I didn’t stop until I reached the quarters where the scattered remnants of Jaxson’s wolves had been placed under watch. Through the barred windows, I saw familiar faces. Wolves who once looked to me for orders, wolves who had tried to kill me when I faltered. My gut twisted. Names. Tyler wanted names. Wolve

153 (Kathryn’s POV) The door clicked shut behind Marcus, and silence rushed in with its own weight. Tyler didn’t move right away. He stood where he was, back still turned, shoulders taut as a bowstring. “Tyler,” I said softly. He exhaled, long and sharp, before finally turning back toward me. His eyes weren’t glowing anymore, but they burned all the same. “I should’ve killed him.” I blinked. “But you didn’t.” “No,” he growled, pacing away from me, then back again. “Because I can’t afford to waste the strength of a man like him if there’s even a chance he’ll stand with us. But don’t think for a second I trust him. Not fully. Not yet.” I stepped closer, laying a hand on his arm. “You gave him a choice. That matters.” Tyler’s jaw tightened. “Choices mean nothing if he falters again. If he does… it’s on me. And for you to see it first.” The edge in his voice wasn’t aimed at me, not really. It was the weight of command pressing down, threatening to crush him. I squeezed his arm, g

155 (Tyler’s POV) I closed our bedroom door as quietly as I could, letting Kate’s steady breathing anchor me for a last heartbeat. She was settled now, tucked under the blanket, Celia keeping close by. I had no excuse to linger. Duty called, and the weight of Marcus’s list hadn’t left my mind since last night. The war room was dim except for the glow of a single lamp over the long table. Camerin was already there, waiting, the folded list between his hands. He didn’t speak until I dropped into the chair across from him. “Do we act now,” he asked, “or wait?” I pulled the paper toward me, flattening it out. The names stared back like ghosts. Some I’d expected wolves who had always carried the stink of doubt. Others cut deeper. Men who had sworn oaths beside me, bled beside me. If Marcus was right, betrayal was woven further into the pack than I’d wanted to admit. “They’re not all guilty yet,” I said slowly. “Not until we’re sure. Marcus may have given names to buy himself more tim

157 (Kathryn’s POV) The drills went on. Sweat glistened under the morning sun, wood clattered on wood, and Camerin’s voice barked corrections over the thud of footwork. I didn’t move from the fence. The pups were raw, rough, clumsy yet each of them was still standing. Still fighting to keep up. My stomach stayed tight. That girl with the sharp eyes met mine again, defiant as ever. The boy with shaky hands finally landed a solid block, pride flashing across his face before it faltered under the next blow. And the quiet one kept grinding forward, as if stubbornness alone would drag him to the finish. They were trying. Spirits clung to their bones like stubborn embers. But were those embers ours or remnants of Jaxson’s fire? The sound shifted. Boots crunching in the dirt behind me. The hairs along my arms lifted before I even turned. Tyler. He stood tall, shoulders squared, his gaze sweeping across the training field. The warriors around the pups straightened instinctively, making

159 (Third party POV) The training yard was quiet again, shadows of the trees stretching long across the dirt. The warriors had melted back into the dark, leaving only the pups behind. They slumped in a loose circle, bruised, scraped, and breathing hard. No one spoke at first. Their chests heaved with exhaustion, and the sting of Camerin’s words still hung in the air. Finally, the smallest boy Jonas, the one who’d tripped a warrior with his staff let out a breathless laugh. “I thought I was going to die out there.” The angry girl Maris snorted. “You were. Until you actually used that brain of yours.” She nudged him with her shoulder, not unkindly. A ripple of chuckles passed through the group. Even the defiant boy who’d been glaring at Tyler days earlier cracked a grin. “At least you didn’t scream like Taron.” “I didn’t scream,” Taron shot back, but his voice cracked and the others burst into laughter. The tension broke. They were still tired, still sore, but something had shif