All Chapters of The Jilted Luna : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

After making sure everything on his side had been taken care of, Carlisle headed toward the nearest mud room. The Red Moon Pack had several of them scattered across its territory. They were built for moments exactly like this. Spare clothes, towels, and other necessities were always kept inside for warriors returning from patrols or hunts, especially those forced to shift without enough time to remove their clothing first. Torn uniforms were simply part of a werewolf’s life. He grabbed a clean shirt, a pair of trousers, and a towel from one of the baskets. The blood coating his skin had already begun to dry. Working silently, Carlisle wiped away the crimson stains until his skin was clean enough before changing into fresh clothes. He didn’t bother looking for boots. Walking barefoot through the territory was hardly unusual for him anymore. By the time he stepped outside again, the scent of blood had become faint in the air. His destination was the clearing where the bodies

Carlisle lowered his eyes to the blood-stained earring resting beside the corpse before answering. For a few moments, he simply looked at it, as though weighing every possible consequence before deciding what to say.“The reports don’t go directly to the Alpha King,” he said at last. “They never have.”His voice remained calm, carrying the quiet certainty of someone who understood exactly how the royal court operated.“Every report is sent to the Communications Department first. From there, they’re copied, sorted, catalogued, and distributed to different offices. Clerks read them before passing them to supervisors. Officials examine them. Advisors decide which reports are urgent enough to move forward immediately and which can wait.”He looked at Sylas.“Only after all of that does a report finally reach the Alpha King’s desk.”Sylas listened without interrupting.Carlisle continued, “Now think about how many people have access to those documents before the King ever lays eyes on them

Carlisle fell quiet for a moment before speaking again.“The biggest obstacle is finding them.”His voice had lost some of its edge, replaced by the calm focus of someone sorting through every option still available.“The good witches have spent centuries hiding themselves from the world. Most people never meet one in their entire lifetime. They avoid kingdoms, avoid politics, and certainly avoid werewolves whenever they can.”He glanced down at the blood-stained earring still resting in his palm.“But if anyone outside the Mage Tower understands curses and artifacts like these, it would be them.”His fingers slowly closed around the earring before slipping it into a small leather pouch.“And if reaching the Sacred Land is beyond our reach…”He looked ahead, already thinking several steps ahead.“…perhaps we should consider the mermaids.”Sylas raised an eyebrow.“The mermaids?”Carlisle nodded.“They’ve existed just as long as the other ancient races. Their archives are older than mo

“Your Majesty.” Victoria stepped forward just enough to speak without raising her voice. “There are several inconsistencies in this report.” The court fell silent. Although she wore the uniform of an ordinary assistant, there was a quiet confidence in the way she carried herself. She didn’t sound like someone offering a guess. She sounded like someone laying out pieces of a puzzle. “We still don’t know why the rogues keep targeting the Red Moon Pack.” She paused briefly. “But I don’t believe these attacks are as simple as hunger or shifting hunting grounds because of food shortages.” Her eyes lowered to the report resting in the secretary’s hands. “The pattern doesn’t support that conclusion.” She continued calmly. “Likewise, our scouts haven’t reported any unusual military activity from the Vampire Domain since their forces withdrew from the border. Their movements have remained consistent for months.” “That doesn’t completely rule them out.” “But at this point, we don’t

For centuries, the Royal Capital had supplied the north with food, equipment, and resources in exchange for guarding the most dangerous frontier in the kingdom. But now the kingdom faced a problem no amount of planning could solve. The west was struggling to preserve what remained of its harvest. The south was slowly drying beneath an unforgiving sky. And because of that, the north would inevitably suffer next. The northern frontier had never been self-sufficient. For generations, its people had depended on supplies sent from the fertile regions farther south. Their land lay too close to the ancient seal imprisoning the Demon Realm. The demonic energy seeping from that place poisoned the soil, making farming almost impossible. The warriors stationed there survived because the rest of the kingdom sustained them. Now… That lifeline was beginning to fray. As if the situation weren’t already dire enough, Alpha Damon had only recently returned from the war against the vamp