All Chapters of The Jilted Luna : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Knowing how much Sylas had grown over the past three years, Carlisle finally let go of the last trace of worry weighing on his mind.Sylas was no longer the Beta who relied on instinct alone. Every battle, every mistake, and every burden he had carried had forged him into a dependable leader. With Sylas holding the eastern border, Carlisle no longer had to divide his attention. He could focus entirely on the southern front without fearing another breach elsewhere.That was all the reassurance he needed.He exploded through the forest at full speed.The wind roared past his ears as his enormous wolf raced between the trees. Every leap carried him farther than the last, snapping thick branches beneath his weight while dead leaves swirled wildly in his wake.It wasn’t long before the scent reached him.Fresh blood filled the air, followed by the unmistakable stench of rogues. A heartbeat later, the sounds of battle crashed over him. Growls echoed through the forest, wolves snarled as the

Over the past three years, rogue attacks on Carlisle’s territory had become far too common. At first, he dismissed them as unfortunate coincidences. Every pack dealt with rogues from time to time. When prey became scarce deep in the forests, desperate rogues would wander across borders in search of food. Small skirmishes like that happened once or twice a year and were considered normal.But this was different.This was already the second large-scale attack in a single month.Groups this size almost never appeared unless something had driven them together. Seeing dozens of rogues attacking at once was rare enough to become a story people talked about for months afterward. Yet now they were appearing one after another, almost as though someone was testing the Red Moon Pack’s defenses.Carlisle had been paying close attention to every attack. The more he observed, the less they resembled random invasions by starving rogues. Their timing was too convenient. Their movements were too organ

Centuries ago, the Werewolf Council was forced to make a difficult decision. Too many she-wolves had died throwing themselves into battle to protect their mates. What had once been seen as the highest act of devotion slowly became a tragedy that repeated itself across generations. Every she-wolf who fell left behind a grieving mate, an empty bloodline, and one less chance for the next generation of werewolves to be born. In the end, the Council passed a law forbidding she-wolves from fighting except under the rarest and most extraordinary circumstances. The law wasn’t created simply to protect women. It was meant to protect the future of the werewolf race. There was another reason behind it as well. Wars became dangerously unpredictable whenever fated mates found themselves on opposite sides of the battlefield. The moment they recognized one another, loyalty to their packs often crumbled beneath the pull of the mate bond. Some abandoned their comrades without hesitation. Ot

If Carlisle’s suspicion was correct, then Marcus had never died.He had betrayed them.The realization settled heavily in Carlisle’s chest. Betrayal itself no longer surprised him. Too much had happened over the past few years for that. What unsettled him was how neatly the pieces finally began to fall into place.Marcus hadn’t vanished because he was frightened.He had vanished because someone wanted him alive.A man like Marcus wouldn’t throw away his pack for no reason. Whether he had been promised money, protection, status, or simply a better future, something valuable had convinced him to sell his loyalty. And if the price of that bargain had been Raquel’s location, then everything happening now suddenly made sense.These attacks had never been random.Someone knew exactly what they were looking for, and they were becoming increasingly desperate to get it.Carlisle’s thoughts drifted back to the day Marcus escaped.In his panic, Marcus had overlooked one critical detail.He had f

Carlisle had stopped worrying about whoever was hiding behind the curtain.There was no need to rush anymore.Sooner or later, whoever had orchestrated this would be forced into the open.Too much had already been invested for them to walk away now. They had spent years testing the Red Moon Pack’s defenses, sending warriors into his territory again and again, fully aware that most of them would never return. Every failed attempt had cost them lives, yet they kept coming back.That wasn’t the behavior of someone preparing an escape route.It was the behavior of an enemy who had already committed everything.In a way, that made them easier to deal with.Soon, the situation would reach its inevitable conclusion. Either Carlisle would expose the mastermind himself and wipe them from existence, or they would continue sacrificing their own people until there was nothing left of the organization except a hollow name held together by fear and empty reputation.Neither outcome bothered him.Th