All Chapters of The DYING LUNA’S SECOND CHANCE: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Lycan’s POVThe patrol leader’s answer lingered in the air long after he finished speaking.Around us, the training grounds stayed unusually quiet. Warriors pretended to continue sparring, but their attention kept drifting toward Kaelira.Toward her reaction.She stood still for a moment, arms folded loosely across her chest while evening wind moved through the loose strands of her hair. No panic and no visible suspicion.Just thought.That alone would have shocked Ironfang months ago.Serenya looked openly unconvinced. “The council suddenly remembers manners? That’s comforting.”“It’s tactical,” I said calmly.Kaelira glanced toward me briefly. “I know.”The patrol leader shifted awkwardly. “Should I prepare the hall?”“Yes,” Kaelira replied before I could speak. “Tell them I’ll come.”The warrior nodded quickly and disappeared across the grounds.The second he left, Serenya turned toward her fully.“You’re seriously going?”“That wasn’t a request.”“That’s exactly why I don’t trust

Seraphine’s POVBy the time Darius found me, the rain had already stopped. The estate balconies still glistened under torchlight while servants moved nervously through the halls pretending not to notice the tension swallowing the entire territory lately.Ironfang always sensed collapse before it arrived.I stood near the western corridor overlooking the lower gardens with a glass of wine resting loosely between my fingers when his footsteps finally approached behind me.“You’ve been difficult to find,” he said.I didn’t turn immediately.“That sounds personal.”“It is.”There it was.I smiled faintly before facing him fully.Gods.He looked exhausted.The kind of exhaustion that came after discovering your entire life had been stitched together with lies.I knew the feeling well.“What happened now?” I asked softly. “Did another archive destroy your childhood memories?”His jaw tightened immediately.Good.That meant he already knew enough.Maybe not everything. But enough.Darius ste

Lycan’s POVThe war room was empty when I entered.Kaelira stood near the long table at the center with several open records spread around her while torchlight flickered softly against the stone walls. She didn’t look up immediately when I walked in.That alone told me she was thinking too deeply.Dangerous habit.“You’ve been here awhile,” I said.“Hours.”Her voice sounded calm.I crossed the room slowly, my attention shifting toward the documents scattered across the table. Bloodline records. Old territory agreements. Restricted council reports.And Magnus’ seal appeared on nearly all of them.Of course.Kaelira finally looked up at me. “Lucian told you?”“Yes.”No point pretending otherwise.Her fingers rested lightly against one of the open pages before she spoke again.“She admitted it.”Interesting.No anger in her voice.No shock.Just certainty.I moved beside her slowly and looked down at the document nearest my arm.Seraphine Vale.Private authorization.Potential successio

Darius’s POVThe council chamber sounded wrong now. Not chaotic either.Just be careful. Every conversation stopped too quickly whenever I entered a room lately, and every elder suddenly chose their words like stepping on broken glass.That was how I knew the territory no longer trusted its own foundation.I stood near the upper platform overlooking the chamber while arguments moved quietly beneath me.Nobody shouted Magnus’ name anymore.The man spent years controlling Ironfang through fear and certainty, and now even his memory felt dangerous to speak too loudly.Laura approached from the side entrance carrying another stack of reports before stopping beside me.“You haven’t slept.”“I’m fine.”“That answer stopped being convincing days ago.”I ignored her and looked back toward the chamber floor.Council members sat divided into smaller groups now instead of their usual unified structure. Some still defended Magnus carefully. Others avoided discussing him entirely.And a few were a

Lycan’s POVThe council chamber didn’t recover after Seraphine’s speech.It fractured.Nobody left immediately once the meeting ended. Elders stayed behind in tense clusters while warriors near the entrances exchanged guarded looks with one another. Even the servants moved carefully now, like speaking too loudly might split Ironfang open completely.Interesting.Fear always exposed weak foundations faster than violence.I remained near the western side of the chamber while the council struggled to regain control of a conversation already slipping beyond them.Seraphine stood near the center floor still calm, still composed, while half the room looked at her differently now.Not innocent.Not trustworthy.Dangerous.But understandable.And that made her far more threatening than before.Kaelira stepped beside me quietly, her attention fixed on the council without directly acknowledging the tension still lingering between us from earlier.“You were right,” she said softly.“I usually a