All Chapters of LUNA'S CURSE; Her Three Messiahs: Chapter 71 - Chapter 78

POV: KeiraThe training grounds were cold. Hard. Endless.I landed face-first in the dirt, the sharp sting of gravel scraping my cheek. My arms throbbed from being dragged. My knees buckled from the fall. But I didn’t cry out.I wouldn’t give them that.Boots circled me. Harsh voices barked orders in the distance. The scent of blood, sweat, and steel filled the air. Warriors—tall, strong, unbothered—trained under the rising sun like this was just another day.To them, it was.To me, it was war.A war to stay alive.I pushed myself up, spitting dust from my mouth, just as a tall woman stepped forward.Her armor was thick. Her hair buzzed short. A scar ran across her jaw like a warning.She looked me up and down, her lip curling in disgust. “You’ll break before midday.”I glared at her.Not with words. Just my eyes.That was enough.Behind the fence, Nylo clung to a post, his tiny face pressed between the bars. “Show them your moonlight, Kiki!” he squeaked.My chest tightened. I gave hi

POV: KeiraThe moon hung low behind a veil of thin clouds, its dull silver light seeping through the jagged cracks in the stone ceiling. The training quarters were quiet now, the kind of quiet that felt heavy, like it could crush you if you let it. The air was thick with the lingering stench of sweat, dust, and the faint metallic tang of blood. Somewhere in the dark, soldiers shifted on their cots—breathing, snoring, muttering in their sleep.I lay still on the thin, lumpy cot they’d given me, my arms pressed tightly against my bruised ribs. Everything hurt.My muscles trembled, not just from exhaustion but from the way they’d been pushed past their limit. My skin burned where it was scraped raw, the cuts on my knuckles stinging with every faint movement. My head pulsed, a dull throb that matched the rhythm of my heartbeat.And yet… I couldn’t sleep.Not yet.I turned my face toward the cold stone wall, letting out a slow, shaky breath. The ache wasn’t just in my body. It ran deeper,

POV: KeiraI woke up to the sound of boots on gravel. The noise was sharp, scratching through the quiet of early morning. For a second, I thought I was dreaming.My head throbbed. My mouth felt dry. My body hurt like I’d been crushed by a huge rock. Every little move sent pain shooting through me. Nylo wasn’t on my shoulder anymore—maybe he had gone to find water. On the other side of the room, Tia was still asleep, curled up tight. Her face was wet with tears. She must’ve had a nightmare.I sat up slowly, and the bed creaked under me. Pain shot through my ribs, sharp and deep. I pressed my hand to my side and winced. Still cracked. Great.Outside, the morning drills had already started. I could hear people yelling and weapons clashing. Bodies hitting the ground. My heart sank. I wasn’t even sure I could stand, let alone fight again.But I would.I always did.I pulled on my boots with shaky hands. I still had a fever. My boots were stiff, covered in dried mud and blood. When I stepp

POV: DaxIt was over.That’s what everyone kept saying.The war was done. The battlefield quiet. The screams gone. But none of it felt like peace.I stood near the crater where it all ended, wind biting through my torn sleeves. Smoke drifted up from the scorched ground, curling like ghosts over the broken earth. Somewhere under it all, her scent had vanished. No blood. No body. No trace.Keira was gone.I didn’t know if that meant she was dead. I couldn’t let myself believe that. But she wasn’t here. I’d seen the blast. I’d watched the light take her. I was screaming her name, running toward her with everything I had left. But it wasn’t enough.I didn’t reach her in time.And that wasn’t the only life lost.My father—our father—had fallen hours before Keira vanished. Our Alpha. Our anchor. The one we all thought would never fall. He died leading the charge, sword drawn, fury in his eyes. I didn’t even get to hold his hand before he hit the ground. He bled out alone in the mud, and I w