All Chapters of The Luna’s Revenge : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The silence after the shattering was not the silence of peace. It was the silence of a battlefield after the last cry has been torn from a throat. The Crest’s fragments hung in the air like burning snow, each shard glowing green for the span of a heartbeat before dissolving into nothing. For a breathless moment, all eyes fixed on the altar. Smoke curled from the runes, acrid and bitter, searing the lungs of those gathered. The Emerald Crest was gone. No relic. No blessing. No crown. The council chamber seemed to groan beneath the weight of that truth. Elder Malrick’s gnarled hands clutched his staff so tightly that the carved wood creaked. “This…” His voice cracked, hollow with disbelief. “…this has never happened. The Moon has never, never, rejected the ritual.” His silver brows knit together as though he could force the moment into sense if only he stared hard enough at the shattered altar. But sense would not come. Murmurs swelled like waves crashing against rock. “The Cr

The night was cruelly quiet, the kind of silence that pressed down on the chest until breathing became labor. Nyx sat alone in the clearing, a fire guttering weakly before her. Sparks spiraled upward, swallowed quickly by the dark, and the shadows of the trees closed in like waiting wolves. She did not flinch. Fire or shadow, it made no difference to her. Her thoughts had long since turned inward, to the man whose blood flowed in her veins but who had never truly been her father. The man who had called himself protector, king, Alpha, but to her had been only jailer. She remembered his hands, not the warmth of a parent’s touch, but the weight of shackles, the sting of correction. He had raised her not as daughter but as tool, sharpening her against betrayal like a blade honed too fine. He had sold her smiles for alliances, bartered her worth for power. There had been no lullabies, no embraces, no love. Only expectation, obedience, and the constant reminder: You are mine to use. A bi

The witch’s cave seemed alive with whispers. They bled from the cracks in the stone, hissed from the burning roots that fueled the cauldron’s smoke, sighed from the runes etched into the walls by hands older than history. Nyx stood at the threshold, her cloak heavy with damp, her shadow stretching far across the chamber. She did not flinch when the blind witch turned her head, empty eyes gleaming white in the firelight. “You return, wolf-girl.” The witch’s voice rasped like brittle parchment. “I taste the ash of your choice still clinging to your breath. The double walks. The tether holds. And yet..." She tilted her head, her grin baring teeth like cracked bone. “You are still unsatisfied.” Nyx stepped forward, each stride cutting through the smoke as if she could part the air itself. “The double is not enough. I need more.” The witch’s smile widened. “Always more. What is it you seek this time? Blood? Power? The illusion of freedom?” Nyx’s eyes burned storm-grey, her tone s

The forest swallowed Nyx whole, its darkness a welcome shroud after the blazing lights of the Black Keep. Her boots pounded against earth still damp from earlier rain, each stride carrying her farther from the scene of her father’s death. She ran for hours, her body moving on instinct while her mind remained curiously blank. The cloaking spell had faded miles back, her presence restored to the world, but she felt no more real than she had when invisible. The witch’s warning echoed in her thoughts: The more you vanish, the more your double grows. Nyx pressed her hand against her chest as she ran, feeling for the tether that connected her to the doppelgänger. It was there, but weak. Fraying like rope pulled too tight for too long. Something was wrong in Evander’s fortress. She pushed the thought aside and focused on reaching the border of her territory, Theron’s territory, technically, though he’d made her Alpha before his capture. The pack lands he’d entrusted to her care while he

He was alone, as promised. But Nyx could sense the others hidden in the trees surrounding them, guards, warriors, probably half a dozen witches maintaining spells and barriers.Evander smiled as she approached, but there was no warmth in it. Only cold calculation and barely restrained fury.“Nyx Knight,” he said, his voice carrying easily across the clearing. “How kind of you to accept my invitation.”“Your invitation came with a threat to murder children,” Nyx replied. “Hard to refuse.”“Indeed.” Evander’s eyes tracked her every movement as she stopped twenty paces away. “I must admit, I’m impressed. The double was inspired. The location spell was masterful. Even the frame was nearly perfect.” His smile sharpened. “Nearly.”“Your witch found the tether,” Nyx said. It wasn’t a question.“Eventually.” Evander began to circle, predator circling prey. “She’s quite skilled. Traced the magic back to its source. Discovered your little doppelgänger keeping me… distracted.” His eyes flashed w