All Chapters of Luna's Calling: Marked Through Trials: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

HerseA war.It sounds like a terrible thing, doesn't it? To take up arms against one’s own flesh and blood. But as I looked at the broken spirits of the werewolves, I realized that "family" is more than just shared blood—it is about who stands by you when the world turns cold.The Gods, my brothers and sisters of Olympus, have done nothing but sow seeds of pain. They created the werewolves to be their shield against the Vampires, yet they gave them no glory. While the wolves bled to protect the world, they were forced into the dirt, treated like lapdogs and kept in chains of poverty. If they failed even the smallest command, the Gods did not offer a hand to help; they offered a curse to punish. There was no kindness left in the heavens, only a cold, gleaming pride.How did I, a daughter of the Moon and Sky, find myself standing in a dusty hut among the "beasts"? It is a simple story, really. I fell in love.His name is Gaven. We were the very first mates—a bond woven by my mother, Se

Herse"Charon," I called out, my voice echoing over the rhythmic sloshing of the River Styx. "I seek passage to the silent halls of the Underworld."The ferryman paused, his pole creating ripples in the ink-black water. He turned his hooded head, looking at me with eyes that held no spark of life. "You are not dead," he rasped. "The living have no business with the dead."I drew myself up, allowing a soft, divine glow to radiate from my skin to cut through the gloom. "I am Herse, the Goddess of Dew, daughter of Selene and Zeus. I require passage to the obsidian throne. I do not come as a soul to be judged, but as a guest to be heard.""Titles weigh nothing here," Charon replied, extending a skeletal hand. "Only the fare."I reached into my robes and produced a heavy golden coin. He closed his fingers over the metal and gestured to the decaying boat. I stepped in, the wood groaning under my life-force, as we drifted into a world where the air grew heavy and the nights never ended.The

ErsaI collapsed onto the ash-stained earth, my breath coming in jagged hitches. The vision had passed, but it felt as though my soul was still vibrating from the force of it. My eyes were burning, tears spilling over before I could even catch my breath.Herse and Gaven.They weren't just shadows of the past or names in a dusty book. They were mine. They were my mother’s gentle touch and my father’s fierce protection. I could still feel the warmth of Gaven’s hand on Herse’s stomach—on me—as if it had happened only seconds ago.Their love was a living thing, a bond so pure it had defied the King of the Gods. They were the truest of mates, and they had sacrificed everything for the sake of our kind.But that truth came with a terrifying price: I was the enemy of the Gods.I forced myself to stand, my legs shaking. Looking around at the circle of wolves, I realized the Lunar’s Rite had done more than show me my past, it had broadcasted my soul to everyone present. Time seemed to have pau

ErsaThe Veylor pack.Everything I had heard about this place was steeped in contradiction and myth. It was the domain of Alpha Ynovar, a werewolf who had walked the earth for a century, but he was famous—or perhaps infamous—for something else entirely: his mate was a vampire. The thought made my skin prickle. Wolves and vampires were natural-born enemies, a blood feud older than the trees."We’ll reach the borders within a day," Gavriel said, breaking the rhythmic crunch of our footsteps. He stopped, looking back at me.I offered a weary nod, shielding my eyes as I tracked the sun's descent. My muscles screamed for rest, but the desperate need to find where I fit in this mess of gods and monsters, kept my legs moving.“Let’s move out.” He added and I followed him once again.As we crossed the invisible threshold into Veylor territory, the very atmosphere seemed to thicken. The vibrant, wild forest we had traveled through began to warp and shift. The trees grew gnarled and silver-grey

ErsaArce, Alpha Ynovar, and a vanguard of pack members had departed for the Vampire King’s territory at dawn. True to our arrangement, I remained behind, left to the suffocating quiet of the estate with nothing but my own racing thoughts for company.I eventually found Gavriel in the sprawling gardens. He looked oddly out of place among the meticulously groomed flora, hunched over a patch of wildflowers. His fingers were twitching as he hovered his palms over the petals, his face scrunched in a mask of pure concentration.“What exactly are you attempting to do?” I asked, leaning against a stone pillar.He didn't look up, his shoulders rising in a casual shrug. “Aside from the usual suite of strength and shapeshifting, I was curious if I possessed any of our mother’s affinity for the earth.” He stood up, brushing dirt from his knees, a sudden, bright spark of mischief lighting his eyes. “Which brings me to a suggestion. We should train. You might be harboring her gifts and not even kn