All Chapters of Heir of the Blood Moon: Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

Morning came quickly in Velmora. Pale silver light pierced the gaps in the wooden window, waking Rakar from his restless sleep on the floor. He hadn't slept in the bed. He slept in front of the bedroom door, his back leaning against the cold wood, guarding his family like a watch dog.He opened his eyes when he caught the faint scent of toast. Inside the room, Revira was already awake. She was feeding Ardan with the remaining supplies they had brought."Morning," Rakar greeted, his voice hoarse.Revira turned her head, her gaze cold. She didn't answer. She simply shifted her attention back to Ardan."Mama, Papa is awake," Ardan said."Mama knows, Sweetheart," Revira replied curtly.Rakar sighed. The wall of ice between them felt thicker than the ramparts of the Velkan fortress. He stood, stretching his stiff muscles."I'll get you some fresh water," Rakar said, attempting to start a conversation."No need. Daniel already brought it earlier," Revira replied.Rakar fell silent. He felt

Night fell quickly over Velmora, swallowing the pale silver light and replacing it with dense darkness, pierced only by the giant moon overhead. The air was cold, carrying the scent of wet forest and the unspoken promise of danger.Rakar stood on his porch, staring toward the Dark Woods. He couldn't settle down. The wooden amulet in his pocket felt as heavy as a gravestone. Inside, Revira was putting Ardan to sleep. The wall of ice between them hadn't thawed in the slightest.“Boss.”Daniel appeared beside him, handing over a cup of warm drink. “Moonroot tea. Good for the nerves.”“I don’t need calm,” Rakar said, but accepted the cup anyway. “I need answers. How is the wounded soldier? Fenris?”“Fenris, yes,” Daniel replied. “His wounds have been treated. He keeps thanking you for saving him.”“Survived the dagger, but might not survive me,” Rakar muttered, quiet enough only for his wolf ears to catch. He paused, then fixed Daniel with a sharp, unreadable gaze—a look Daniel had known

The Dark Forest greeted Rakar with a deadly silence. The air was cold and foul—a mix of decaying leaves, poisonous mushrooms, and something fishy like old blood.Rakar moved like a shadow, leaping over tree roots and slipping silently through the undergrowth. His eyes, now glowing golden-yellow, scanned every track on the ground."Their footprints are small and frantic," Rakar thought. "They ran without a clear direction."He could smell their scent. Revira’s familiar aroma, mixed with the sharp tang of fear, and Ardan’s sweet scent. But the trail was growing faint. Revira’s scent-masking potion was almost depleted."Damn it!" Rakar cursed internally. If the potion’s effect wore off, they would become a beacon, attracting every predator within a five-kilometer radius."REVIRA!" Rakar roared, using his Alpha Voice. "RETURN! THAT IS AN ORDER!"But only silence answered him.***A few kilometers ahead, Revira was gasping for breath. Her lungs felt like they were on fire. She leaned her b

Night fell upon Velmora, bringing with it a chill more biting than usual. Tonight, it wasn't just the moon watching from above, but also the ghost of civil war, ready to spill blood on their sacred ground.At Rakar’s old residence, the atmosphere was tense, like a bowstring drawn to its maximum. About thirty Velkan warriors—those still loyal to the Bane bloodline or to Eldric—gathered in the front yard. They didn't speak much. They merely sharpened their claws, checked their swords, and stared at their new commander with a mixture of fear and respect.Rakar stood on the veranda, wearing light black leather armor he hadn't touched in eight years. Two hunting knives were tucked into his waist. His face was hard as stone, his eyes radiating a cold yellow light."Vorlag has about fifty warriors guarding his residence," Daniel said, pointing to a spot on the map spread across the table. "They are all fanatics. They will die for him.""Good," Rakar said. "I don't have time to take prisoners