Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Luna's Secret Heir : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

The moon rose heavy and full, casting silver light across the valley. The pack tried to act normal, but the cracks were showing. Wolves who once hunted side by side now kept their distance. Whispers moved faster than the wind, and every glance seemed edged with doubt.Damien felt it all. He stood tall as Alpha, his shoulders squared, but inside he burned with anger and worry. His pack was his blood, his family. Now, because of one child, they were pulling away.But it was not just fear of Isla. It was the fear of Seraphine, who had not attacked again since the night in the clearing. Her silence was worse than her claws. It was as if she was waiting, watching, letting the pack destroy itself before she struck.Lyra stayed close to Isla. She could feel the change in her daughter. Isla was quieter now, her laughter gone, replaced with questions that had no answers.“Why do they look at me like that, Mama?” she whispered one evening, curling into Lyra’s lap.Lyra’s heart broke. She kissed

The battlefield lay in ruins of fire and broken ground. Wolves from both sides had been thrown down when Isla’s light swept through them. For a moment, the fighting had stopped. Blood stained the snow, growls still lingered in the air, but no one moved. All eyes were locked on the small girl glowing in her mother’s arms.Lyra clutched Isla tightly, her arms trembling as if holding her daughter would anchor the storm inside her. But the glow around Isla was alive, pulsing like a second heartbeat. Each wave of silver light made the ground tremble, each flicker of her eyes sent shadows fleeing.Damien stood only a few steps away, his chest heaving, blood streaking his jaw. His golden eyes burned not with fear but with something deeper—fury at Seraphine and fierce protectiveness for his daughter. He wanted to fight, to tear Seraphine apart with his bare hands, but he knew the wrong move now could shatter everything.Across from them, Seraphine smiled as if the chaos had been nothing but a

The forest had swallowed Seraphine and Isla like a beast closing its jaws. One moment Lyra could still see the faint glow of her daughter’s hand reaching back toward her, and the next it was gone, buried in a wall of shadows.Lyra stumbled to a stop, her paws digging into the dirt. She shifted back, falling to her knees, chest heaving. Her body shook, not from exhaustion alone but from the terror that clawed at her heart. Her daughter was gone.Damien shifted beside her, his massive wolf form fading into the man again. His skin was scratched and bleeding, dark marks from the phantoms still smoking faintly on his arms. His golden eyes glowed in the darkness, sharp with rage but shadowed with fear.“She is not far,” he said, his voice rough. “I can still smell her.”Lyra’s hands clenched into fists. “She is slipping away. Every second she is with Seraphine, the magic will grow stronger around her. I felt it, Damien. The forest itself turned against us.”Damien crouched, grabbing her arm

The clearing was silent now, but it was the kind of silence that cut like a knife. The ritual circle still glowed faintly, its red lines seared into the ground. Smoke curled from the black stones, and the scent of burnt blood lingered in the air.Lyra lay on the ground, her chest heaving. Her wolf’s body trembled, every rib aching from Seraphine’s strike. She could taste blood on her tongue, metallic and bitter. For a long moment, she could not move. Her mind was empty, her body broken, her spirit crushed under the weight of what had just happened.But then Isla’s cry echoed in her memory—sharp, desperate, alive. It was enough to pull her back.She forced herself to stand, her silver fur matted with blood. Her legs shook, but she steadied herself. She would not stay down. She could not stay down.Beside her, Damien struggled against his own wounds. His golden wolf’s fur was scorched where the chains had burned him, blood dripping from deep cuts across his shoulders. His chest rose and

The run back to the den was long, but neither Lyra nor Damien slowed. Pain tore through their bodies with every step, but the fire inside them burned hotter than their wounds. They had lost Isla again. They would not rest until she was safe.By the time the pack’s den came into view, dawn was beginning to break. A pale glow touched the treetops, but the light did nothing to soften the weight pressing down on them. The den, usually alive with movement and chatter, fell silent the moment the sentries caught sight of their Alpha and Luna.The pack could smell the blood on them before they stepped into the clearing. They could see the burns on Damien’s skin, the blood streaked across Lyra’s arms, the exhaustion in their eyes. Murmurs rippled through the crowd as wolves gathered, forming a circle of anxious faces.Damien straightened his back, hiding the limp in his step, and raised his voice. “Seraphine has Isla.”Gasps echoed through the pack. Some wolves growled, others lowered their he