When the Past Meets the Night

The night was colder than the one before. Snow lay thick on the ground, and the trees stood like dark guards in the moonlight. Lyra could not sleep. Her thoughts twisted and turned like restless shadows. Isla lay beside her, warm and unaware, her small chest rising and falling with each soft breath.Lyra rose quietly, wrapped her cloak around her shoulders, and moved to the window. The moon was bright, but the forest was too still. The air felt heavy, as if it was holding its breath. And then she saw it;movement between the trees. A dark shape. Watching.Her heart quickened.She turned, whispering, “Stay asleep, Isla… just sleep.”Outside, Damien waited at the edge of the clearing, his wolves a silent line at his back. His breath left clouds in the freezing air. His senses sharpened. The forest reeked of danger.“Alpha,” his beta said softly, “they are close. Do we strike first?”Damien’s jaw tightened. “No. We protect her and the child. Keep the eastern side guarded.”His eyes linger

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Questions in the Firelight

The forest was quiet again, but it was the kind of quiet that felt heavy, like the air before a storm. The snow outside still bore the marks of the night’s fight,deep paw prints, streaks of blood, broken branches. The cabin smelled faintly of smoke and iron.Damien stood near the door, his arms crossed over his chest. His golden eyes studied the room as if every shadow might hide another threat. His wolves lingered outside, forming a wide circle of protection.Lyra moved slowly, placing a log on the fire. Her hands shook slightly, but she tried to keep her voice calm. “Is it over for now?”Damien’s gaze shifted to her. “For now,” he said. “But this was only the first strike.”Her throat felt dry. She wanted to believe his words meant safety, but his tone carried no comfort. “Then they will come again,” she whispered.“They will,” Damien said, stepping closer to the fire. “And next time, they will not stop at the door.”Isla sat at the table, her eyes wide and tired from the long night

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Shadows at the Door

The night dragged on, long and heavy. The wind outside carried the faint sound of howls, far but unsettling. Lyra sat near the fire, her hands wrapped around a warm cup, staring at the flames. Her mind would not rest. Each crackle of wood felt like a whisper of warning.Damien paced the small room, his shoulders tense. He had not taken his eyes off her since their earlier talk. His golden gaze followed her every move, waiting, measuring.“You are too quiet,” he said at last. His voice was low but firm. “That is not like you.”Lyra’s fingers tightened around the cup. “What do you want me to say?”“The truth,” Damien replied, stopping in front of her. “Tell me what you are hiding.”Isla’s soft breathing came from the back room. The little girl was fast asleep, her hair spread across the pillow, her cheeks warm with the glow of the firelight. Lyra looked toward the door, her heart squeezing. If he knew… if he really knew…“I have told you everything I can,” she said, her voice almost bre

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The Night of the Attack

The forest was restless that night. The wind carried a strange scent,one that made Damien’s wolf growl low in his chest. He stood by the window, eyes fixed on the dark line of trees. The snow had stopped falling, but the silence outside felt too deep, too heavy.Lyra moved quietly around the room, checking the locks on the doors and windows. Her hands trembled as she pulled the curtains shut, but she tried to hide it. “Do you think they’re still out there?” she asked in a whisper.“They never left,” Damien said, his voice hard as steel. “They’re waiting for the right moment.”In the back room, Isla slept soundly, her small chest rising and falling under the thick blanket. Lyra went to her and brushed a curl from her forehead. Stay asleep, my little moon, she thought. Don’t wake up to this fear.She returned to the main room where Damien now held a blade. Its silver edge gleamed in the faint light. He didn’t speak for a moment, just listened,to the wind, to the faint crackle of the fir

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The Road Through the Snow

The cabin smelled of smoke, iron, and fear. Blood had dried on the wooden floor, and the cold wind crept through the broken door. Damien moved quickly, his eyes sharp as he checked the outside one last time. The tracks of the enemy were still fresh, circling the trees like a warning.“They will come back,” he said, his voice low but firm.Lyra held Isla close, wrapping her in a thick cloak. The little girl had fallen asleep again, her head resting against her mother’s chest, but her small hands still clutched the fabric tightly. Lyra brushed a strand of hair from her daughter’s forehead and looked at Damien. “Where will we go?”“Away from here. The mountains first, then to my pack lands. It’s safer there,at least for now.”Her lips parted as if to argue, but then she saw the dark stain on his sleeve where a claw had cut him. His blood had already dried. He had fought for them, and he would fight again.They left before dawn. The forest was gray and silent, the snow deep under their bo

Last Updated : 2025-09-09

All Chapters of The Luna's Secret Heir : Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

When the Past Meets the Night

Questions in the Firelight

Shadows at the Door

The Night of the Attack

The Road Through the Snow