All Chapters of The Alpha’s Shadow Luna: Chapter 151 - Chapter 159

DarienI made the calls myself.Not through messengers or formal letters or diplomatic envoys. I picked up the phone and called every alpha, one by one, and offered them the same thing: relocation to the lycan kingdom. Full protection. Housing. Integration into a community that had the walls and the soldiers to keep them safe. I would give them their own sections where they could stay until the threat was over.Every single one said no.Alpha Whitfield, the man who’d hosted the Clearwater survivors before they moved here, told me his pack had been in their territory for generations and he wasn’t abandoning it because of a threat that might not come back. Alpha Reeves, who I’d expected to be the easiest yes, said her wolves had built their community from scratch and that asking them to leave was asking them to surrender everything they’d created. Even the smallest packs, the ones with barely enough wolves to fill a school bus, declined with the stubborn dignity of people who would rath

LeahSomething was wrong with me, and it wasn’t getting better. In fact, it was getting worse.I’d been telling myself for days that the cure needed time. That the noctis bloom had worked, because it had, and that full recovery was just a matter of rest and patience and not using my powers. I’d repeated it to Darien. To Keanu. To myself in the mirror every morning when the face staring back at me looked a little more hollowed than the day before.But today, the lie stopped working.The morning started fine. I ate breakfast with Darien, managed a full plate for the first time in a week, and felt genuinely better for about two hours. I attended a meeting with the village elders about the new housing construction for the refugee families.Then the fatigue hit like a wall I hadn’t seen coming.Not the gradual settling I’d gotten used to, the slow drain that came on like a tide and let me adjust. This was sudden. Violent. One moment I was standing at the construction site watching the buil

DarienThe witch arrived at noon.She came in a black SUV with tinted windows, escorted by two younger witches who flanked her like bodyguards as she stepped onto the cobblestones of the kingdom’s main courtyard. She was older than I expected. Not frail, nothing about this woman suggested fragility, but the lines on her face spoke of decades of power wielded and consequences absorbed. Her hair was silver-white, pulled back from her face in a tight braid that fell to the middle of her back. Her eyes were dark, nearly black, and they swept the courtyard with detached precision. She looked to be someone who was cataloging every potential threat and every potential weakness in the span of a single glance.Iris. Mother Witch of the Petalis Coven.Cain had called in a favor to get her here. The relationship between wolves and witches had been complicated. There was a betrayal that had shattered the fragile alliance between covens and packs. Most covens wanted nothing to do with canine packs

KeanuThe entrance to the druid enclave was a crack in a mountain.Not a cave. Not a grand archway or a carved entrance or anything that suggested people actually used it. A crack. Barely wide enough for my shoulders, hidden behind a waterfall that poured over a cliff face so seamlessly that you’d walk past it a thousand times without knowing the rock behind it was hollow.Iris led the way without hesitation, stepping through the waterfall like she’d done it a hundred times, which she probably had.The crack opened into a tunnel. Narrow at first, then wider, cutting through the belly of the mountain in a downward slope that made my ears pop. The walls were smooth, not carved but worn by centuries of passage, and they hummed. That was the only word for it. The stone hummed with a frequency I could feel in my bones, a vibration that had nothing to do with sound and everything to do with the magic saturated into every inch of this place.“How old is this?” I asked.“Old,” Iris said witho

 KeanuI didn’t want to. The story belonged to me and Tempest and the forest where we’d spent one night together that had changed everything about who I was. But Eldric had the kind of presence that made confession feel less like vulnerability and more like laying down something heavy you’d been carrying too long.“I met her in the forest. She helped me find the cure for my sister. We spent the night together.” I stared at the stream. “When I woke up, she was gone. I searched for her every day. Never found her. She’s an elemental dragon who hides because the world punished her kind for existing. And I don’t know if she left because she’s afraid of being found or because …” I stopped.“Because?”