All Chapters of His Dying Luna Became His Greatest Enemy : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ARIA POV "Finally!" I answered before the second ring even finished, relief flooding through me at the sound of her name on the screen. "I was starting to think you'd been kidnapped by Northern hospitality and forced into permanent servitude.""Ha. Close, but no. Just permanently exhausted from dealing with James's dramatics." Ella's voice carried that familiar warmth, tired but unmistakably hers. "How are my favorite tiny humans? Please tell me they're thriving and not plotting a coup against you.""They're perfect. Leo's discovered he can throw things now, so that's been an adventure.""An adventure meaning you've been personally assaulted by a stuffed rabbit?""Twice this this evening alone."She laughed, and the sound of it eased tightness in my chest that had been sitting there since the strange dream that morning. "And you? Please tell me you're actually taking your medication and not just nodding along whenever I ask.""I'm taking it," I said. "Religiously. Your alarms are ter

DAMON POVMarcus's message came through just after midnight, and I read it three times before the words fully settled into something I could act on.*Confirmed higher involvement. Northern pack warriors dispatched under separate orders from James's usual command structure. Someone above him — possibly council-adjacent — issued direct instructions to retrieve Aria. Not kill. Retrieve. Recommend immediate protective measures. This goes deeper than either of us assumed.*I sat with my phone in the dark for a long time after that, running through every possible angle, every enemy I might have made over the years who'd have both the reach and the patience to orchestrate something this layered. Nothing added up cleanly. Whoever was behind this had been patient enough to work through James without his full knowledge, resourceful enough to hire Shadow Covenant mercenaries when the Northern pack failed, and careful enough to leave almost nothing traceable back to themselves.I'd failed Aria on

ELLA'S POV Rian and I were going over the notes from the last patrol report when James stormed in like he owned the room, which, admittedly, he technically did."Ella. My office. Now."I didn't move right away, mostly out of principle. "Can it wait? We're in the middle of something.""No," he said, jaw tight, eyes flicking pointedly between me and Rian in a way that made my stomach twist with irritation before he'd even said another word. "It can't."I sighed and followed him, more out of exhaustion than any real desire to have whatever conversation he'd clearly worked himself up to having. His office was the same as it had been years ago when I used to sit in that chair across from his desk and actually believe the things he told me. Now it just felt like walking into a room full of memories I'd worked hard to stop caring about."What's this about, James?"He crossed his arms, leaning against the edge of his desk. "You've been spending a lot of time with Rian.""He's helping me gath

THIRD PERSON POVThe room fell into a heavy, uncertain silence as everyone watched the old doctor work.He wasn't like the physicians the pack usually called on. There was no stethoscope, no clipboard, none of the sterile efficiency Damon had come to expect from every hospital visit of the last year. Instead, Dr. Whitfield moved with the quiet, deliberate precision of someone who dealt in things far older than modern medicine. He drew a small vial of Aria's blood and murmured something under his breath as he held it up to the light, then setting it aside to burn a collection of dried herbs in a small stone bowl, the smoke curling upward in slow, twisting ribbons that seemed to bend toward Aria's still form on the bed almost of their own accord.Nobody spoke. Ella stood rigid near the wall, arms crossed tight over her chest, eyes never leaving Aria's face. James lingered close beside her, quiet and watchful, clearly out of his depth but unwilling to leave. Damon remained in the chair

Damon POVI packed like a man who knew there might not be a return trip.One bag. Clothes light enough to move in, heavy enough not to freeze if the forest turned on me. A few blades. This wasn’t the kind of journey you overprepared for. It was the kind you survived by being fast and ruthless.I closed the bag and pulled out my phone.First call: Marcus.He picked up on the first ring. “Damon.”“I’m leaving tonight,” I said. “Dr. Whitfield gave me coordinates. There’s an old forest a few days out—Moonvine should be there, if anywhere.”There was a brief pause. “You’re really doing this.”“What did you think I was going to do?” I snapped, then forced my voice down. “I don’t have a choice.”He exhaled quietly. “What do you need from me?”“Warriors,” I said. “Good ones. I want two rotating teams posted at Aria’s place. Full patrol around the property, day and night. No gaps. If anything feels off, they don’t wait for orders—they act.”“You expect more attacks?”“I’d be an idiot not to.”