All Chapters of Luna's Last Oath: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The hall was still echoing in Nicole’s chest long after the last wolf had scattered.She had held her ground. She had spoken her truth, sharp enough to cut bone, but when Silas’s voice had snapped order back into the pack, she had felt it, the balance tilting. Not toward her, not toward him, but toward something broken, something fragile that no longer felt unshakable.Now the corridors stretched before her, quiet, heavy. She could almost hear the whispers starting again behind closed doors. Wolves would not forget what they had seen. A Luna standing in fire, an Alpha reigning in silence. And not side by side.Nicole pressed a hand against the wall as she walked, her fingertips grazing the cool stone, grounding herself. But her thoughts roared louder than any steadying breath.What had she done? She had shown them strength, yes but also fracture. She had bared her heart when wolves only respected iron.Her steps carried her to her chambers, though she could not remember choosing the p

Silas didn’t sleep.He had left the chamber like a man fleeing fire, but the blaze hadn’t stayed behind. It followed him into the night, searing in his chest, scorching in his skull. Every step away from Nicole had felt like treason, and yet every step closer had felt impossible.So he walked.The forest accepted him without question, branches clawing his shoulders, roots trying to trip him, the night itself thick with fog. His wolf stirred beneath his skin, restless, half-ready to tear free. But Silas held the beast back the way he held everything back—tight, strangled, controlled.That was what Nicole didn’t see.What she couldn’t see.He had wanted to shout at her, to meet her fire with his own. She had accused him of silence, but she didn’t know how close he had come to saying words that would destroy them both. Words he couldn’t take back. Words about doubt, fear, about the way her recklessness threatened not only her, but every wolf tied to her.Better silence than poison.But g

Dawn seeped into the pack house like an intruder, pale light spilling across the floor where their clothes lay scattered, torn in the heat of the night. The fire in the hearth had long since died, leaving only a faint curl of smoke.Nicole stirred first. Her body ached, marked by Silas’s hands, his mouth, the rawness of their bond still pulsing under her skin. For a moment, she let herself linger in the warmth of him, his arm heavy across her waist, his breath stirring the hair at her temple.Then the weight of it hit her.The night had been fire, yes but fire devoured. And when the flames retreated, she was left with ashes clinging to her chest.She carefully, almost guiltily, untangled herself from him. His body shifted with the movement, a low growl rumbling in his sleep before settling back into silence. Nicole sat on the edge of the bed, her bare feet touching the cold floorboards, her arms wrapping around herself as though to hold her cracked pieces together.Her reflection caug

The clearing had gone hollow in the wake of his words. The pack stood cowed, chests rising and falling too fast, eyes pinned to the dirt or to the dark treeline, not daring to meet hers. Not daring to meet his. The air smelled of iron—sweat, fear, and something older, animal, as if the night itself had bared its teeth and forced them down.Nicole’s ears still rang with the echo of his voice. You question her, you question me. The words that had cut the pack in half, pinned them flat. Words meant to protect her. And yet, standing at his shadow, she didn’t feel saved. She felt owned.He hadn’t done it for her. He’d done it for himself. For control.The silence stretched until it was unbearable, the hush of wolves afraid to breathe too loud. Nicole’s fists trembled at her sides, and before she could stop herself, she whispered—not to him, not to them, but to the space between them all.“This isn’t protection. It’s suffocation.”The words were soft, but the silence carried them like a bla

The room still smelled of them. Sweat. Smoke from the dead hearth. The faint, metallic tang of blood where his teeth had caught her skin.Nicole woke before him. Or maybe she hadn’t slept at all her eyes were sandpaper, her mouth dry, but her body ached in ways that felt too alive to belong to sleep.Silas lay half-turned beside her, bare shoulders inked with shadow. Even at rest he looked… dangerous. Jaw tight, hands curled into fists, as if he was still fighting her in some dream.Her stomach twisted. The memory of his mouth on hers was still there: branded, impossible to shake. So was the way his voice had broken when he’d said her name, as though it meant more than he could bear.And yet…She hated him.No, not hate. Hate was clean. This was messier. Want tangled with fury, need bleeding into grief. She wanted to shove him off the bed, claw the satisfaction from his face. She wanted him again. Both truths burned in her chest, at war with each other.Her fingers hovered inches abov