All Chapters of The Luna's Secret Heir : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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

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

The forest was colder than ever, the kind of cold that sank into the bones. Their breaths came out in white clouds as Damien led the way through the heavy snow, Isla still wrapped safely in his arms. Lyra walked close beside him, her eyes darting to every shadow, every shifting branch. The silence of the woods felt too thick, like the forest itself was waiting for something to happen.It didn’t take long.A howl split the air—long, sharp, and cruel. It rolled over the trees, shaking the night. Another howl answered, closer this time. Then another.Lyra froze. “They’ve found us.”Damien’s eyes burned gold. “Run.”They sprinted down the path, the snow flying beneath their boots. The river they had left behind now sounded faint in the distance. Branches whipped at their arms as the forest closed around them. Isla stirred in Damien’s arms, her small face pressing against his chest.Behind them came the sound of paws—fast, many, relentless. The enemy wolves were hunting.Damien pushed fast

The fire burned lower, and the shadows around the clearing grew deeper. Damien stood frozen, staring at Lyra as if the ground beneath him had vanished. Her words still rang in his ears.She is yours too.For years, he had carried questions, anger, and a wound he never spoke of. Now those questions finally had an answer, but it was an answer that brought both rage and hope at once.He stepped closer, his voice trembling though he tried to hide it. “You are telling me Isla is my child. You are telling me you carried my blood and kept it from me.”Lyra’s hands held Isla tighter. The child’s breathing was steady against her chest, innocent, unaware of the storm rising between her parents. Lyra lifted her chin, but her eyes shone with guilt. “I did what I had to do. You would not understand.”Damien’s jaw tightened. “Not understand” His voice cracked, louder now. “You took her from me. You kept me from her first breath, her first steps, her first words. You stole years that were mine, Lyra

The night came heavy and fast, the sky thick with clouds that swallowed the moon. The forest grew darker than usual, the kind of dark that whispered danger into every ear. Damien stood at the edge of the clearing, his wolves spread wide across the borders, each one tense and ready.Lyra stayed inside the cabin with Isla, the fire glowing bright to chase away the cold. But no fire could ease the storm in her heart. She kept her child close, listening to every crack of the wood outside, every faint howl in the distance.Damien’s beta, Kael, appeared at his side. His gray eyes glowed faintly. “Alpha, the air is wrong tonight. I smell something foul.”Damien nodded. His own wolf had been restless since sunset. “She is coming. I can feel her. Tell the pack to hold steady.”The first sign was the sound of branches breaking. Then came the howls — long and deep, not belonging to Damien’s pack. Shapes moved between the trees, fast and many. Their eyes gleamed red in the darkness.“Shadows,” Ka