All Chapters of The Alpha's Moon Marked Luna: Chapter 91 - Chapter 99

GraceThey are whispering again. I hear it even before I enter the war tent. It isn’t what they are saying. It is the tone they are using. It is the careful way they speak when they believe a ruler is losing control.My boots strike the frozen ground harder than necessary as I approach. The guards straighten immediately, but even their movements feel… cautious. They no longer look loyal. They look careful.I hate that.The moment I push aside the heavy canvas flap, conversation dies. Maps cover the central table. I glance at the territory markers, the casualty tallies, and the supply routes. I see nothing but failure.Failure everywhere."Report," I demand.I don’t offer them a greeting. There is no softness in my voice.One of the allied Alphas clears his throat. "Our southern push stalled.""Why?""Frostveil diverted support."My eyes snap toward the Frostveil representative standing near the map. He is tall and pale. A long scar stretches across his throat, and his eyes

FernThe battlefield doesn't go quiet because of fear. It goes quiet because everyone understands what this is. This is no longer about strategy or territory. It isn’t about Vale versus Blackmoor. This is a reckoning.Grace walks forward like she owns the ground itself, her boots crunching over blood-stained snow without hesitation. Vale warriors part for her without being told. They don't follow her.I step forward before Gaven can stop me. His hand brushes my arm, a silent question. Are you sure?I don't answer him. Because this has been coming since the moment Grace realized I wasn't going to stay where she put me.Cold air cuts into my lungs as I move into the open space between the armies. Grace's eyes lock onto mine. She doesn’t look at me with shock or surprise, just irritation. Like she is sick jut having to breathe the same air as me. "You should have stayed behind him," she says immediately. "That's where you belong."Her words are meant to hurt me, but they don’t

GavenThe moment Grace falls… The war ends. There isn’t an official treaty or a meeting with Alphas. It ends in the way that every warrior understands. The moment the one holding the war together dies, so does the cause. For several seconds after Fern pulls her blade free, no one moves. Grace collapses into the snow, her dark armor stark against the white ground, her blood spreading slowly beneath her like ink across parchment.Fern drops to her knees beside her. She doesn’t look victorious or relieved. No, Fern is grieving the loss of her sister.I move toward her immediately, every instinct screaming to shield her even though the danger has not fully passed. Wesley moves with me, our warriors tightening formation around her without being told.Because even now… Even after everything… She is what they protect.Across the battlefield, something far more important happens. Frostveil hesitates. Their lines shift. They aren’t ready to attack. Their movements are uncertain.

JustinThe hardest part about surviving war isn't the wounds.It's what comes after. When the fighting stops. When the orders stop. When the noise finally fades, and you're left alone with what you did.I sit on the edge of the lower training field long after the others have gone. Snow has melted into dirty slush where wolves ran drills earlier. My hands rest on my knees, but I don't remember sitting down.I don't remember much these days.Sleep comes in fragments. When it comes at all. Every time I close my eyes, I see the same things. The maps that I helped to draw, the ambush routes I suggested, and the supply lines I exposed. People died because I thought I was doing the right thing. They died because I thought strength meant choosing the winning side.I flex my fingers. They don't feel like mine anymore."You're avoiding everyone."A voice cuts through my thoughts like a blade. I don't need to look up to know it's Fern.I don't answer, because she's right. I have been av

JustinThe new pack smells different. The war didn’t reach the May Pack territory. The air is clean. It doesn’t smell like blood or regret.That alone makes me uneasy.I arrive just after sunset. I had left before the Solstice Ball. Fern begged me to stay, but she knew I needed to leave. We both did. The Frostveil territory fades behind me, replaced by the rugged stone lands of the pack that requested me. Their territory is built into the mountains instead of spread across valleys; it is defensive by nature.Smart. They are a pack that expects trouble.The gates open before I even announce myself. They were watching.Good.The Alpha waits inside the courtyard, exactly as I remember him: broad shoulders and a weathered face. He is a man who has seen enough war to know what it costs."You're late," he says."I said I would come,” I reply. “Not when.”He nods once. That is enough for now."No escort?" He asks. "I prefer to see things before people prepare them."That almost e