All Chapters of Stormfang Pack: Human Luna: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The forest stretched endless beyond the borderlands, the carriage forced to slow as the road narrowed into a path of tangled roots and mist. Wolves rode ahead, their senses sharp for signs of rogues. The air was damp, heavy with the scent of pine and earth.Bella sat quiet, her gray-green eyes tracing the blur of trees. She wanted to believe the silence in the carriage was ordinary, but every heartbeat reminded her of what Lucian had said yesterday.You’re not as weak as I thought.The words echoed still, fragile but relentless, stirring something she could not silence.The carriage jolted violently over a hidden rut.Bella’s body pitched forward, the world spinning. Her hand shot out for balance, but the seat was slick with rainwater tracked in by boots. Her foot caught the hem of her gown, and she stumbled hard.Before she could hit the floor, strong arms caught her.Lucian.She gasped as her body collided with his chest, his scent filling her lungs—storm, steel, and something darke

The great courtyard of Stormfang should have been filled only with the clang of steel and the bark of training orders. Yet today, something darker wove through the air.Whispers.They curled between sparring partners, hissed under the breath of servants, lingered at the edges of the practice yard. Wolves leaned close to one another, their golden eyes sharp with suspicion.“Have you seen it?” one muttered. “The Alpha watches her.”“The human?” another scoffed. “Impossible.”“Then why does he silence us when we mock her? Why did he take her hand at the feast? Why does he—”The words cut off as Lucian himself crossed the yard, silver eyes burning, coat flaring like a storm cloud. The warriors snapped upright, masks of obedience sliding quickly into place. Yet when his back turned, the whispers slithered back, sharper than before.Bella felt them all.She walked along the edges of the courtyard carrying a basket of herbs, her chin high though her heart thudded painfully. Every glance was

The moon rose full and heavy above Stormfang, a pale crown in a sky drowned with stars.Its light spilled over the courtyard, silvering the stone, sharpening the breath of every wolf. The pack gathered in the open ground, the hum of energy thrumming through their bodies, their wolves straining beneath their skins.Bella stood near the edge, her shawl clutched tight around her shoulders. She had never grown used to full moons here. The sound, the power, the way the wolves’ eyes gleamed gold in the light—it was beautiful and terrible all at once.Tonight, it felt different.Her skin prickled, her heart thudding unevenly as though she too could feel the call in her veins. Perhaps it was only because of him.Lucian.He stood at the center, tall and unyielding, his coat thrown aside, his raven hair loose around his scarred face. His silver eyes burned brighter than the moon itself. His wolf clawed just beneath his skin, so close to the surface that she could feel it.His chest rose and fel

The corridors of the packhouse stretched long and dim, their torches guttering in the late hour. Most wolves had retired after the hunt, leaving the halls quiet but not silent—there was always the echo of distant voices, the faint shuffle of boots, the murmur of life within Stormfang’s stone heart.Bella walked slowly, a tray balanced in her hands.The food was simple: bread, venison, and a flask of warm spiced wine. She had insisted to the servants she would carry it herself, though they had laughed at the sight of the human Luna with a servant’s burden. Still, she bore it, her chin lifted, her steps steady.Lucian had returned late from the hunt. The whispers in the hall spoke of blood, of wolves slain at the borders, of the Alpha leading with merciless precision. Bella had not seen him since dawn, but her hands still remembered the coarse black fur she had brushed clean in the courtyard. Her chest still ached with the memory of his fleeting, secret smile.She told herself she was o

The dungeon smelled of rust and blood.Torchlight flickered against damp stone, throwing jagged shadows across the walls. Chains rattled with every movement, echoing like whispers in the stale air.Lilith sat bound in the center of the cell, iron links coiled around her wrists and ankles. Her crimson robe had slipped from one shoulder, the bruises at her throat vivid against pale skin where Lucian’s hand had gripped her. Yet her icy blue eyes gleamed with triumph.Lucian stood before her, tall and immovable, his silver gaze blazing with a fury that lit the chamber brighter than any flame. His coat hung open, the scars on his chest catching the torchlight, his fists curled tight at his sides.“Speak,” he commanded, his voice a snarl. “What did you hope to gain?”Lilith tilted her head, her lips curving into a smile that did not reach her eyes. “Isn’t it obvious, Lucian?”His wolf surged inside him, claws raking, demanding blood. Tear her apart. She hurt what is ours.Lucian leaned clos