All Chapters of My Luna's Revenge (Blinded by Fury): Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Chapter 151 Viona's POV The chamber air had grown heavy with the weight of silence. Four long minutes, no one spoke. My words-my father's, Nicolas's-still reverberated through the stone walls, pressing against the stubborn pride of the council like an invisible hand. Every wolf present could feel the inevitability of change. At last, the Alpha of the Northern Pack exhaled sharply, his nostrils flaring. "Perhaps... Perhaps there is truth in what you say." Gasps followed. None of us had expected him-the loudest opponent-to bend, even slightly. He raised a hand to silence the whispers. "Do not mistake me. I despise the idea of bowing my head to another Alpha. My pack has stood for centuries on its own strength. But I cannot deny what I've seen. Witches razing towns. Vampires clawing their own kind apart. Smaller packs falling like flies. If unity is the only way to survive..." His jaw clenched. ".

Chapter 153 Viona's POV The courtyard of the Light Pack fortress was alive with sound. Clashing steel rang out as warriors sparred. Wolves shifted mid-strike, claws raking against shields, fangs flashing in the torchlight. Elders oversaw the drills, their sharp commands cutting through the air. Smiths hammered iron into blades that gleamed beneath the rising sun, their sparks showering the cobblestones. A month had passed since the council's decision, and the world of wolves had changed. Every pack had sent its strongest warriors, its proudest Alphas, its fiercest Betas. The trial loomed over us all like a shadow, a storm gathering just beyond the horizon. The Alpha of Alphas would be chosen in blood-through combat. For some, the anticipation burned like fire. For others, dread coiled in their stomachs. But none could deny it the moment the decision was near. I stood at the balco

Chapter 155 Viona's POV Two weeks later The packhouse was alive with a rhythm of steel and breath, wolves sharpening weapons, fortifying walls, and preparing for the trial that would soon crown our Alpha of Alphas. The tension in the air was sharp, but controlled, like a bowstring drawn taut. We all knew the trial was dangerous, yet necessary. But when the heavy doors of the council chamber burst open and a breathless scout stumbled inside, the bowstring snapped. "Alpha!" he gasped, his chest heaving, his face streaked with dust and sweat. "They're coming. The enemy-they are heading straight into our territory." For a heartbeat, silence swallowed the chamber. Then chaos erupted. The words spread like wildfire. Warriors muttered in disbelief, healers froze mid-step, and young wolves abandoned their tasks to gather in frightened clusters. Panic rippled through the halls of the fort

Chapter 157 Viona's POV Weeks later The fortress felt different without Ariel. It had been weeks since he and the vanguard had ridden out, and though the fortress still bustled with the constant rhythm of preparation, there was a hollowness to it now, a silence that lingered between every clang of steel and every howl in the night. At first, messages had come-brief updates from scouts who slipped back from the front, telling of skirmishes, of Ariel's bold leadership, of warriors who still held the line. Each word was a lifeline, a tether of hope that I clung to. But then the letters stopped. Days passed. Then weeks. And soon, whispers began to slither through the fortress like snakes in tall grass. "They've all been killed." "Not a single warrior survived." "The enemy crushed them with black magic." The rumors sprea

Chapter 159 Viona's POV Even in my sleep, the stone's glow haunted me. Bright green, undeniable. Yet doubt clung to me like a second skin, whispering cruelly in my ears. What if it was wrong? What if the magic had been tampered with? Or worse, what if someone had already known and enchanted it to deceive me? I couldn't afford uncertainty. Not now. The healer's suspicious gaze returned to my mind each time I closed my eyes. His silence had spoken louder than words. If I misstepped, if anyone discovered too soon... the council, the packs, even my family would brand me as a traitor to my missing mate. I needed proof-proof beyond stones Proof the witches and wolves could not touch. That meant only one thing. The human world. --- Dusk fell when I finally acted. Cloaked in a simple dress borrowed from a servant, my deep blue eyes dimmed with brown contact lenses I'd