All Chapters of The Luna's Secret Heir : Chapter 81 - Chapter 87

The night felt heavier than usual.I couldn’t sleep. The walls of the cabin creaked with the wind, and the air carried a faint, smoky scent that didn’t belong there. Damon had gone out to hunt, but even the silence he left behind felt strange—like it was watching me.I sat by the small fire, staring into its restless flames. It was supposed to comfort me, but tonight it moved like it was alive… whispering, shifting, breathing.“Stop imagining things,” I told myself. My voice sounded small.But the flame flickered at my words, almost as if it laughed.I swallowed hard and reached out to stir it with a stick. The moment the tip touched the fire, a sharp pain ran up my arm. I gasped and pulled back, staring at my hand. The skin was unburned, but a faint golden mark shimmered beneath it—like light trapped under my flesh.“No…” I whispered. “Not again.”A soft voice echoed inside my head, so faint it could’ve been my own thought.You can’t run from what you are.My heart began to race. I s

The forest outside the cabin was glowing red.The light of the blood moon poured through the cracks in the walls, painting everything in shades of crimson. It made the air shimmer, heavy and strange, like the world was breathing with me. I stood near the window, unable to look away.Damon stayed close, watching me carefully. His hand hovered near mine but didn’t touch. “Elena,” he said quietly, “don’t answer it.”I tore my eyes from the moon. “Answer what?”He pointed toward my chest. “The pull you feel right now. The one that’s telling you to step outside.”My breath caught. Because he was right. I did feel it — a soft voice deep inside, whispering my name in rhythm with my heartbeat. It was sweet at first, like a lullaby… then it grew louder.“Come home, my flame,” it whispered.My head throbbed. “She’s calling me again,” I whispered.Damon moved in front of me, blocking my view of the window. “You’re not going anywhere.”I nodded, but my body didn’t listen. My fingers twitched, my

The moment her scream faded, the forest went dead silent.No wind. No sound. No heartbeat — except mine.“Elena!” I shouted again, tearing through the branches that still clawed at my legs. The roots that had been alive seconds ago fell limp, as if whatever force controlled them had vanished with her.But she was gone.My wolf instincts kicked in. I could still smell her — her warmth, her heartbeat, her fear. It lingered faintly in the air, mixed with something else: smoke and old fire.Seraphine.I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms. “You made a mistake taking her,” I growled. “You should’ve killed me instead.”The forest didn’t answer, but I could feel the shift — the ground trembling, the air thickening with power. She could hear me. She always could.I forced myself to focus. The scent trail led deeper into the forest, beyond the boundaries of what used to be real. The further I went, the more the world changed. Trees shimmered like glass. The moon pulsed like a heartb

The heat pressed down on me like a living thing. Every breath I took burned my throat. The air shimmered red, and the ground beneath me cracked, spilling fire from its wounds.I stood in what used to be a grand temple, though it was hard to tell now. The marble was blackened, the pillars broken, and the walls flickered with symbols that glowed like embers.Seraphine stood a few feet away, calm and untouched by the flames. Her long dark dress moved like smoke around her feet. Her eyes glowed faintly, the color of molten gold.“This is where it began,” she said softly, her voice echoing through the hall. “The first bond between wolf and flame. And it is where it must end.”I turned to her slowly. My skin was burning, but I refused to fall. “You mean where your madness ends.”She smiled, not in anger, but with something almost like pity. “Still brave. Still foolish. You don’t understand what you are, Elena. You are the last spark of something that should have died long ago.”Her words tw