Todos los capítulos de The Luna’s Revenge : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

She knelt beside him, the poison was spreading fast and he was growing worse every passing second.She mixed the remaining herbs she had left and rested his pale face on her breast.“You better not die. I've risked enough already.” She grumbled, stroking his hair softly.“This is going to hurt…”She applied the mixture she had prepared from the herbs on the wound. He winced but she smiled warmly at him.“Stay still. Can you do that for me?”She was still prepping the thread and needle to stitch him up.“I'll try.” He groaned.“Look away…”Slow and steady, she patched the wound on his side. His impeccable strength seemed like a myth to her as he didn't even move all through the process, just soft growls.Thereafter, she brought out the medicine for him to drink.“Drink up. It's nice…”He knew she was lying. The smell alone made his stomach churn.“That's not wine… and I'm not drinking anything apart from wine,” he protested.She just looked at him like a silly old man, wondering if he

Tonight was another night for her dream to rule her mind. She couldn't sleep, as always and she was tired of waking up tired and feeling dizzy at work. Most especially this period the pack was at war, injured Betas were coming in every second and she couldn't afford to be unprepared and distracted anymore.Tonight, she decided to go watch the stars, she felt it could help her.Outside was cool, the air was more than calm, it captured her soul. The beautiful stars, her best friends, all out in the sky, smiling blissfully at her.However, she saw Caelum, Theron's personal guard patrolling alongside other Betas in charge of securing the area.“What are you doing outside, Nyx?” He called from afar.She was very tired and didn't have the energy to start yelling back at him so she just allowed him to walk to her.“Midnight stroll, eh?” “Better than burning alive in my own bed.”He chuckled softly and sat by her side, “what do you mean? Like are talking literal heat or…” He looked into her

The forest was silent now, but the silence didn’t soothe Nyx, it pressed down like a suffocating shroud.Back at the pack grounds, the infirmary buzzed with urgent whispers and the sharp scent of blood and herbs. Outside, patrols moved in tightened formation, and warriors cleaned silver-stained blades under the moonlight. Inside, the aftermath of the ambush had sunk its claws deep.Nyx lay on a cot near the center of the infirmary, her silver burns cleaned but still raw, wrapped in healing salves that stung worse than the wounds themselves. Her skin was scabbed and bruised, but the damage went deeper, into her bones, into her mind.Evander had come himself.And that changed everything.“He’s escalating,” Caelum muttered, seated nearby with his arm in a sling, one cheek swollen from a brutal punch he hadn’t seen coming. “He didn’t just send a message, he made a statement.”Theron paced like a trapped predator, every turn sharper than the last. His hybrid form had long receded, but his

The forest held its breath.The silence was not the ordinary hush of morning, nor the stillness of prey listening for predators. It was thick, suffocating, as though the very air had been caught between teeth and held there, trembling. Every tree leaned forward like an audience, every branch drooping low as witness to what was about to unfold.Nyx stood frozen at the western border, her chest rising in sharp, shallow breaths, her pulse loud in her ears. The pale dawn had not yet warmed the frost, and every exhale spilled out in a cloud that quickly vanished in the stillness. Behind her, the warriors of the pack bristled, eyes fixed ahead, but none dared step forward. They knew what she knew. This was not their fight. This was a clash between kings.Theron stood in the clearing, vast and immovable, shoulders squared, his chest heaving with the steady rhythm of controlled rage. His amber eyes burned, but there was no divine fire behind them now. No whisper of the goddess. He was all man

morning was quiet, but it was not a peaceful kind of quiet. It was the hush that came after a storm, the silence that pressed against the skin, heavy and waiting. Nyx stood outside the Alpha’s chambers with a small tray balanced carefully in her hands. The scent of herbs rose faintly from the clay bowls, crushed roots mixed with honey to dull pain, dried petals steeped in warm water to cleanse poison from the veins, and a small flask of thick salve for the wound across Theron’s ribs. She had risen earlier than most, her thoughts restless after the night before. Sleep had not come easily. Even now, her cheeks warmed at the memory of how it had ended, the way his lips had brushed hers as though she belonged to him, as though he had known her for lifetimes instead of days. It had been tentative, almost hesitant, but the strength behind it had left her trembling. And yet, beneath that memory was the darker truth, the sight of him bleeding in the clearing, the poison creeping like ink u