All Chapters of The Luna Queen's Rebirth: Chapter 391 - Chapter 400

“I asked her to invite you to come here,” he said. “I told her the pack needed a healer, which was true. But the assignment was never a coincidence. I wanted to see you for myself before I said anything. And then Dominic reached out, which simplified things.”I stared at him.He looked back without

I leaned on the railing and exhaled a puff of white out into the air, looking around the quaint village, up at the haphazard little houses climbing the side of the mountain. Up above, I looked at the ruins, now on full display in the afternoon sun, tall pillars half-eaten by time and crumbling stone

“What’s the matter, Alpha Dominic?” Terence laughed. “Not used to butchering your own meat?”“I’ll admit it’s a process I’m usually removed from,” Dominic admitted as he popped the meat into his mouth, eyes fluttering a little with appreciation at the rich taste. He reached for his wine and gestured

“Oh.” I straightened. “I appreciate the offer, but I’ve got healer duties to attend to. I think it’s better if I live in my apartment in town, above the clinic, as intended.”My father looked a little disappointed. I was sure I wanted to spend as much time together as he did, but I’d made a promise

Ellie’s POVThe ruins looked even more grand close up.The pillars were far larger than I expected them to be; from afar, they looked big, but up close, they were enormous. Two of us couldn’t even reach around them and have our hands touch, and they were carved with intricate reliefs that had worn down over time but were still visible; images that looked similar to the one I’d seen on the tablet my mother had, depicting wolves and trees and starry constellations, all coming together to create beautiful scenes of life and death and the cosmos.“The ancient Lycans were fascinated with the concept of death,” the tour guide, the woman from the museum, said as she led us through the maze of pillars and crumbled walls and formations of stones that used to be buildings. “They built enormous stone mausoleums to house their dead, both low class and high, all together in one place.”“The aristocracy weren’t buried in their own tombs?” I asked, resisting the urge to run my fingers over a carving