บททั้งหมดของ The Luna's Secret Heir : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

The whistle that split the air sent a chill racing down Elena’s spine. Lucian’s body stiffened, his ears tuned to every sound. The hunters stopped moving all at once. Their lanterns held steady, no longer bobbing. They stood still like statues waiting for something.Elena’s heart thudded. She clutched Lucian’s arm. “Why did they stop?” she whispered.Lucian’s golden eyes scanned the trees. His voice was rough. “Because something worse is coming.”For a few moments there was only silence. The forest itself seemed to hold its breath. Even the crickets hushed. Then, from the black line of trees ahead, a figure stepped into the faint glow of the hunters’ lanterns.He moved slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. His cloak was torn and long, dragging against the leaves. The hood was pulled low, hiding his face in shadow. But power rolled off him in thick waves, so strong Elena could feel it pressing against her skin.The hunters lowered their weapons, not in fear but in respect. So

The walk back to the pack grounds felt longer than the path out. Elena’s legs ached, but it was not from the distance. It was from the weight of the stranger’s words pressing on her mind again and again. Each step dragged her deeper into unease. She wanted to ask Lucian more questions, wanted him to explain what the cloaked man had meant, but the look on his face kept her quiet.Lucian walked beside her with his jaw set, his golden eyes sharp and alert, scanning every tree and shadow. His body looked unshaken, but Elena could feel the tension in him. Every muscle in his arm was tight, and the way he held her hand was firm, almost desperate, as if letting go would allow the darkness to steal her away.When they finally stepped over the old stones that marked the pack’s boundary, voices immediately rose. Several wolves who had been patrolling shifted quickly back into human form, rushing toward them with questions spilling from their lips.“Alpha, what happened out there?”“Did the hunt

The storm finally broke before nightfall. Heavy rain poured over the camp, drenching the earth and washing away the scent trails from the borders. Wolves took shelter under the trees and in the old wooden halls, but the sound of thunder kept everyone restless. It was as if the sky itself echoed the unease that already lived in their hearts.Lucian called the council together. Elena followed quietly, though she knew she was not truly welcome. The council chamber was a wide circular room carved into stone, lit by fire torches that made the walls flicker with shadows. The elders sat around the circle, their expressions grave.One of the oldest, Elder Garron, leaned forward, his gray beard damp with rainwater. “Alpha,” he said in a voice that was slow but strong, “you have returned with danger on your heels. The hunters did not follow by accident. Something has stirred them. Something tied to you and…” His eyes flicked to Elena. “…her.”Elena felt the air grow heavy. She lowered her gaze,

The night air split with a chorus of howls and the thunder of running paws. The pack had already shifted, their wolves rushing to the borders where the warning cries had first sounded. The ground shook under their weight as they tore through the mud, their voices blending into one desperate, unified cry.Elena clutched the doorway of the Alpha’s den, her pulse racing so fast it felt like her chest might burst. She could see shapes moving in the mist, dark bodies racing through the trees, torches flaring, steel glinting. The scent of smoke mixed with rain filled her nose.Lucian stood at the center of it all, his broad shoulders squared, his golden eyes glowing fiercely in the dark. He gave quick commands, his voice carrying over the chaos with calm authority.“East patrol, cut them off before they reach the river. West line, hold your ground. No one lets them through.”Wolves obeyed instantly, their paws churning mud as they spread out. Some shifted back to human form long enough to d

The forest was silent. Too silent.Smoke curled into the night sky, black and heavy, hiding the stars. The battlefield that had been alive with snarls and screams only moments ago now lay in ruin. Trees were scorched, the earth cracked open, and the smell of ash mixed with blood filled the air.Bodies—wolves, hunters, even some of their own—were scattered across the clearing. Some groaned, struggling to rise. Others did not move at all.At the center of it all, Lucian held Elena in his arms.Her head rested against his chest, her skin pale, her lips trembling as if she were fighting for breath. The faint glow from her hands had vanished, but he could still feel the warmth inside her, burning low like embers under ash.“Elena… stay with me,” he whispered, his voice breaking. His bloodied fingers brushed her hair back, leaving streaks of red across her face.Her lashes fluttered, her eyes half-open. “Lucian…”He leaned close, desperate to hear her, desperate for anything.“I… I did not