All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S CURSED LUNA [ENGLISH]: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The leather declaration of war lay in the freezing mud, the five blood-stamped seals staring up like open wounds. Brandon’s arrogant sneer lingered in the cold morning air for only a second before the sheer, suffocating pressure of two Alpha auras slammed into the clearing, forcing the Silver Crescent envoy and his guards to their knees.​"You come into my forest, deliver a decree from a council of cowards, and think you will walk out alive?" Lysander’s voice was an absolute frost, his obsidian eyes completely devoid of light as he stepped toward the kneeling messenger.​"Wait, Lysander! He is an envoy. Let them have their council. But we are going with him." Seraphina said, her voice quiet but ringing with the dual resonance of her awakened wolf, Selene. She looked down at Brandon, the man who had spent years treating her like a wolfless slaves.​THE GREAT HALL of the Neutral Capital was a cavernous amphitheater carved entirely from gray mountain stone, designed to host the rulers of

The sound of the silver steam rising from Seraphina's unblemished skin eventually died away, but the heavy, frozen silence on the mountain pass remained. Kaelor and Lysander didn't speak for a long time as they led the small group down the northern slope, away from the wide-eyed human traders and the corpses of the berserker mercenaries. The path ahead narrowed, descending into a dark, suffocating valley where the gray mist hung low and thick over the dead black pines.​"The air tastes wrong here. There’s no scent of a pack territory. No markers. Just... rot." Lysander muttered, his boots crushing a frozen twig as he stepped past a rotting wooden border post. His sharp obsidian eyes narrowed, scanning the silent perimeter of a village that looked completely abandoned. ​"This is the settlement of Oakhaven," Kaelor said, his deep baritone unusually tight as he kept his right hand resting firmly on the hilt of his sheathed sword. "They were a proud mining pack under the protection of t

"I would know that scent anywhere, even if it were buried under ten feet of mountain snow," Lysander said, his gravelly voice cutting through the whistling wind of the rocky pass. He stopped dead in his tracks, his obsidian eyes locking onto a hooded figure standing near a flickering campfire in the mouth of a hidden cavern ahead."Step back, Ravenhart," Kaelor warned, his hand snapping to the hilt of his sword, the crimson fire on the edge threatening to flare. "We are only a few miles from the Crimson Dominion border. My territory or not, this ridge is crawling with Garrick's scouts and the Defiler's hounds. We don't have time for a social visit.""Lower your blade, Ashthorne." Lysander dark aura flaring with a defensive, rare flash of hope. "That is no mercenary. He wears the broken shackle emblem of my old vanguard."The hooded figure turned slowly, revealing a scarred, weathered face and a pair of stormy grey eyes that matched Lysander’s own. The older wolf gasped, dropping hi

"Breathe, Seraphina! Just breathe!" Kaelor’s hands were massive weights on her shoulders, his voice a panicked roar that sounded as though it were coming from the bottom of a deep well.​"The blood," Lysander hissed, his tone sharp with an icy dread. He used the edge of his sleeve to wipe the dark crimson trail trickling from her nose, his fingers trembling against her skin. "The pressure from the vision almost ruptured her core. Kaelor, her aura is fluctuating between freezing and burning."​"I’m... I'm here," Seraphina gasped. Her fingers digging so deeply into the snow that the frost bit into her skin. The horrific image of the blood-red moon and the throne of bones was still burned into her retinas. She looked up at Kaelor, her sapphire-silver eyes wide with a primeval terror. "He’s already there. Malakor’s shadow is beneath your capital, Kaelor. We can't use the main roads. We can't even use the standard shadow-veins."​"Then we go through the Vault of the Lost," Lysander sa

"He went toward the sunken aqueducts! Move! Don't let him break line of sight!" Lysander shouted, his voice cut with a razor edge of absolute fury as his body blurred into a shadow-streak across the snow. ​"I have his scent!" Kaelor roared.His massive boots crushing the frozen marble steps as he vaulted over a collapsed pillar. His golden eyes were wide, burning with a dangerous, unstable fire as his crimson aura scorched the bitter air. "He smells of ozone, old ink, and human blood! He’s running into the Old Ruins!"​"Keep up with them, Seraphina!" Jaxon called out from behind, leading a small squad of frost-guards through the billowing smoke, but Seraphina was already moving.​Her chest felt hollow, a raw, aching vacuum where the Second Moon Heart’s sapphire pulse had been forcibly severed, but the remaining starlight in her blood pushed her forward. She ran past the frozen statues of the city gates, her lungs burning against the sub-zero wind as she tracked the dark fluid drople