All Chapters of The Luna’s Wrath: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

FRANKIE POVI can’t find Oliver anywhere.I have travelled through the entire packlands twice over, and he was nowhere to be found. It was alarming, to be honest.Not knowing where he was made me feel unsettled because it made us all vulnerable as a result. He could be literally anywhere, watching and waiting to pounce.If we can’t find him, then no one will be safe.There were a couple of options here. Either Oliver went underground and waited for his time to strike, or he left the territory in search of another witch.Both were very plausible, and both were equally terrifying.Either way, I needed to let Tristan know so that he could be prepared and ready for a possible surprise attack.No one but I knew that Tristan had regained his sight. We planned to keep it this way until absolutely necessary to share with others.Despite needing to find Oliver or letting Tristan know, there was something else I needed to do.She wasn’t directly on my vengeance list, but she was a contributing

TRISTAN POV “What the hell do you mean, she is your mate?” Aria shouted over everyone else, who was asking a dozen different questions. I should have expected her to have the most significant reaction to what I had just announced. She was the one who was most vocal about finding Frankie and mourning her death. Hell, she postponed her own mating until after she resolved the Frankie matter. Of course, she would have the loudest reaction. I understood the bomb I just dropped in the room, but it wasn’t what we needed to be focusing on most right now. We needed to prepare for finding Oliver and separating him from that evil, demonic wolf thing. After that, Tank and I will handle our side like the Alpha of this pack that we now are. “Just what I said. Now, let's drop this unnecessary drama and focus on the problem at hand.” I commanded the room, and everyone halted. It took me a minute to realize I might have rolled my aura a bit. It was unintentional, and I apologized for doing it, r

NARRATIVE POVFrankie’s eyes slowly cracked open. She found herself strapped to a large antique-looking chair, with her arms and legs bound to the armrest and legs of it. Next to it was a portable generator. That confused her, but it wasn't something she cared to take focus off just yet. She needed to figure out where she was first.The room was dim and smelled of a musty old basement. She could detect water in the old; there was a leak coming from somewhere.Where was she? She pondered as she pulled on the restraints, testing the strength of their hold.“Strong, aren’t they?” a voice hissed from the dark corner to her right.She didn’t recognize the voice. It was feral, almost raw.“Who are you? Where am I?” Frankie demanded, remaining as calm as possible.The voice chuckled. She could hear steps behind her, but her head was held in place by a strap around her forehead and one under her chin.“What is this thing?” She shouted, again pulling on the restraints.“Pretty crafty, isn’t it

FRANKIE POV“AHHHhhhhhhhh” I screamed as Vincent laughed.The electrical current coursed throughout my entire body.I usually wouldn’t have felt any of this, but after claiming Aiden Harris, my end of the bargain was complete. I was, for lack of better words, restored. Dark Sister just needed to officially release me.Because of this, pain was felt as it would be for anyone else.I knew why he was doing this slow, agonizing torture. Since I wasn’t released, it meant that Dark Sister was still connected to me. By torturing me, Dark Sister would sense it and come forward in an attempt to protect my resurrected charge. But I would need to reach out to her to really connect. I was intentionally blocking the connection as best as I could.Vincent turned off the electric current with a vicious smirk.“How’d that feel, beautiful? Quite a rush, wasn’t it?” Vincent cooed with a slow drawl.He moved closer to me, and with each step, his smile grew.Again, Vincent leans in, nibbling on my markin

NARRATIVE POVBrea begins to recite the memorized incantation as Frankie and Oliver cough violently over the powder that they both inhaled when Aria threw it at them.The air around the group within the room began to swirl, and the sound of unseen shadow wolves howled and snarled.Mike pushed himself into a seating position and held his unconscious son, Ryner, close to his chest. Protecting his body as the aura of the room began to shift.It grew darker. Heavier.Brea, feeling more confident, took another step closer as she began to repeat the incantation. This time with even more confidence and conviction. The swirling air became rapid and frantic.“Brea, not so close.” Courtney said, reaching out and pulling the dazed hybrid witch back into the safety of the group, still standing close to the doorway.The room was large, designed to house fifty wolves comfortably. There were old and expired preservatives lining one of the walls. There were no windows; only the antique lanterns lit t