All Chapters of The Luna's Claws of Revenge: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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The World Burns

*Bram*I’m running as fast as I can through the forest, leading a column of soldiers that I have absolutely no respect for. In fact, I can hardly stand any of these individuals. Which makes what I know is about to happen to many of them easier to endure.Lyra’s voice in my head both warns and terrifies me. What she and Jorin are trying to pull off this time will be catastrophic for Alpha Kaelen’s army if they can get it to work. But, from what she described, they have several moving parts they need to take into consideration, and there’s a chance something will not work right. They might not get the entire circle to light, or it might burn in the wrong direction. There’s a chance they might actually burn the entire forest down.All I can do is listen to the warnings she’s given me and try to get out alive.Ahead of me, I see the small stream she mentioned. I splash through it, thinking it won’t hurt me to be a bit damp if possible. Most everyone else around me leaps over, which is eas

Last Updated : 2025-10-21

Ashes and Aftermath

*Lyra*I run.The smoke is alive, snaking and twisting like a restless beast through the trees, a thick gray shroud that chokes the world in silence. The moon hides behind the choking haze, the sky itself swallowed by ash and cinders. This is the aftermath of the fire we set ourselves, a reckless blaze meant to stop Alpha Kaelen’s army, and now the forest is paying the price.My paws drum the scorched earth, slippery with ash and dotted with glowing embers that burn like dying stars. Every step sounds too loud in the eerie quiet. Every breath sears my throat. I’m deeper in the burn zone than I meant to be, lost in a wasteland where scent trails vanish beneath smoke and fear.I open my mind, reaching out through the link first for Bram then for Jorin. Nothing. Just silence, thick and cold. I don’t dare howl. Not with Kaelen’s scouts still nearby.I press forward, chasing shadows and ghosts. The mind-link hums with chaos, panicked voices, cries of wolves lost in flame, screams swallowed

Last Updated : 2025-10-22

Survivors

*Lyra*Before I shift, I go back in to check on Bram one more time. “I’ll be right back,” I whisper, tightening the cloak around my shoulders.Bram sits up in the bed, his breath still raspy. “Lyra, don’t go. It's not safe out there, and I’m sure Jorin will be back soon enough.”I hesitate in the doorway, my hand on the frame, staring at the black smoke curling above the trees beyond the clearing. “I can’t,” I say softly, without turning. “I need to make sure he’s okay.”“He would want you safe.”“I owe him,” I snap, sharper than I mean to. “He saved my life,” I say more gently. “He took me in when the pack cast me out. I can’t forget something like that.”Bram groans as he tries to get up and fails. “You’ll be walking straight into any surviving enemy wolves. Lyra, he’s not stupid. If he made it, he’ll come back.”“And if he didn’t make it, then I’ll find what’s left of him.” I glance back at Bram, his face pale. “But I’m not waiting. I won’t leave him alone. He might need my help.”

Last Updated : 2025-10-23

She Said Stay

*Bram*A flash of crimson catches my eye, bright against the pale fabric stretched over Lyra’s ribs. “Lyra,” I say. “You’re bleeding through your top.”She stiffens but doesn’t look at me. “It’s nothing,” she snaps. Then, almost reluctantly, she slips behind the partition. After a moment, she says, “I’m fine. Just needed a bandage.” I’m not convinced. My instincts scream at me to help, to make sure she’s okay, even if she won’t let me.She reappears, looking too pale, and the way she cradles her side tells me she’s in pain, no matter how carefully she tries to keep it hidden. Even wounded, there’s a fierceness in her. She’s wild, brave and unflinching, like she’s already decided not to let anything take her down. She shouldn’t be the one caring for me, but here she is, stubborn as always. “I’m going to check the perimeter,” Jorin says. “Better make sure no one else has slipped through.”I nod once. “Good idea, but be careful.”He shoots me a look. Not the usual teasing smirk, but

Last Updated : 2025-10-24

You're My Mate

*Lyra*Every small movement I make sends a sharp ache through my ribs. The scratch from Villie’s claws still burns, a slow, pulsing throb that shouldn’t even exist anymore. Bram notices too, and as he carefully peels the bandage back, the air hits the raw skin, and I flinch, biting my lip. His jaw tightens, and I see worry on his face. “It’s worse,” he murmurs, his eyes narrowing at the wound.“It shouldn’t be,” I say. My voice sounds too loud in this empty house. “It should be healed by now. I’m a shifter for Goddess’s sake.” “Something’s holding it back.” His gaze is still fixed on the injury. He traces the skin just above the cut, and his touch sends an electric jolt through me. I feel my wolf stir restlessly, not from pain, but from being near Bram.“Hold still,” he says, but his tone has changed. It’s deeper now, more serious. “I am holding still,” I murmur. I can’t look away from him. His hair is mussed from lying beside me, one lock falling over his brow, and I have the ri

Last Updated : 2025-10-27

The Forest Has Eyes

*Bram*Lyra fits in my arms like she’s always belonged there. The early light slips in through the broken shutters, brushing across her face and making her look ethereal. She’s my mate. The words stir something deep in me, an instinct I’d always thought I could keep under control. Now, it’s like my whole body is wired to her.She turns over, murmuring in her sleep, and for a moment I think she’ll wake. Instead, she nestles closer, tucking her cold toes against my shin. I smile to myself. The abandoned house creaks and groans around us, the old boards settling. Somewhere outside, a bird calls, but nothing could pull me from this moment, with the knowledge of what we are to each other now.We linger longer than we should, wrapped in that fragile morning bubble, but eventually hunger and reality force us up. Lyra stretches, the hem of her shirt riding up just enough to test my control all over again. She catches my look and smirks. “You’re staring.”“Not my fault,” I say, pulling my shir

Last Updated : 2025-10-28

The Temple in the Woods

*Lyra*The wind snakes through the hollow shell of what used to be a cabin, rattling loose shingles like old bones. I pull my cloak tighter and step over a collapsed beam, the wood soft under my boots. Bram moves ahead of me, silent, scanning every shadow the way he always does.It’s been four days since we crossed into Song Pack’s abandoned territory. At first, the quiet felt like a gift. Here there are no rival scouts, no border patrols, no one to contest our presence. Today, though, I catch faint traces of an unfamiliar scent on the wind, and every so often, movement at the tree line makes me certain we are not alone.I tell myself it’s just the strangeness of living day to day in a place that feels half-wild, half-forgotten. But the truth is, I’ve started listening differently.Bram warned me. Last night sitting by the fire, he said, “We’re not alone here.” I laughed it off then, told him he was imagining things. Now, I’m not so sure.We gather what we can from the wreckage. An o

Last Updated : 2025-10-29

Silver Isn't Just a Color

*Lyra*“Lyra,” I hear Bram’s voice through the mind-link. “Do you think it’s Song Pack or another pack trying to overtake this territory?”“I don’t know,” I send back, my heart pounding beneath my fur. “They could be the remaining survivors. They could be someone else. Let’s get closer and see.”“We’re greatly outnumbered. If they catch us spying, it could mean trouble.”“But we can’t just walk away,” I reply, sniffing the air. “We need to know who they are. If they’re Song, we have to find out if they’re dangerous or desperate.”We slip down the slope. Our paws fall softly on scattered leaves. I feel the wild energy of my wolf body, powerful muscles, and sharp senses. Bram moves beside me, matching me stride for stride. “Keep close. Stay silent,” he says. The meeting hall’s broken door hangs open, its frame sagging like it’s too tired to stand. Inside, voices echo faintly, weaving through the large, empty space. Bram halts, his ears twitching. “We should go around on opposite side

Last Updated : 2025-10-30

The Kill

*Lyra*Bram’s dark hair is tousled across his forehead. Even half-asleep, he’s handsome. I watch him for a moment as the sun rises. The endearing way his lips part just slightly, the faint scrape of stubble along his cheek.Without thinking, I trail my fingers down his arm, warm beneath my touch. His eyes open, his muscles still heavy with sleep. A low sound rumbles from his throat.I lean down, pressing my lips to his. The kiss is hungry and demanding. He finds my hips, pulling me closer.Our bodies move together wordlessly. Bram doesn’t hesitate. One hand slips under the hem of my shirt, fingers grazing my bare skin as he pulls it up over my head. The fabric falls away, leaving me exposed to the cool morning air and the heat of his gaze.I grab at the waistband of his trousers, but he catches my wrists gently, shaking his head with a smirk. His fingers work faster, undoing the buttons and sliding the fabric down over his hips. His skin gleams faintly in the pale light, hard, scarred

Last Updated : 2025-10-31

Don't Talk to Strangers

*Bram*The fire crackles low, just enough to keep from burning the meat. I rotate the spit, letting the venison turn slowly over the flames. The smell is strong now, and I hope the rich, savory, scent will be impossible for Song Pack to ignore. Lyra sits across from me, knees drawn up, eyes reflecting the orange glow. She’s quiet, listening to the woods. I know what she’s waiting for. Footsteps, the snap of a twig, the soft breath of someone who’s trying not to be heard.“They’ll show up,” I murmur, turning the meat again.“They’re curious already,” she says, her gaze still on the tree line beyond the firelight. “And it looked like the remaining people of Song Pack hadn't eaten this kind of meal in a while.”I grunt in agreement. “Let’s just hope they get here before the scent makes every predator in these woods pay us a visit.”She smirks. “I’ll handle predators.”I smile. “I don’t doubt it.”The night air carries the scent further than I can track, and that’s the whole point. We’re

Last Updated : 2025-11-03

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