All Chapters of The First Luna : Chapter 91 - Chapter 99

Third-person POVMaris stood calmly, wrapped in an old but clean white cloak.She saw Lane charging at her, but she didn't step aside. Instead, her lips twisted into a mocking smile."I've heard everything," she said. Her voice was rough, like ice cracking."You were waiting at the mountain's base. You watched them drag me into hell. Lane... you really wanted me dead, didn't you?"She stepped closer, madness and triumphant flickering in her eyes."Do you think I'd kill myself? No. I'll live longer and better than all of you. Want me dead? It won't be that easy."Lane stopped in front of her. Her golden eyes narrowed sharply.She let out a soft laugh. There was no warmth in it."Killing you isn't hard," Lane said calmly. "I could do it right now."Her right arm shifted instantly.Silver fur burst out. Her fingers became sharp claws that sliced through the air as they aimed straight for Maris's throat.But Maris didn't dodge.Instead, she suddenly tore open the front of her robe in publ

Third-person POVLane didn't answer right away. She just looked at him.Ethan swallowed hard. His voice dropped, almost pleading."I know I shouldn't ask. But you've heard what the full moon does to someone with that mark. If she's still injured from the caning, she'll really die. This is my fault. I failed you. It's on me—"Lane cut him off coldly. "Since you know you're wrong, how can you still beg me for her? Ethan, did you forget the blood debt my family paid? She can't escape that. I want her dead more than anyone. And you're asking me to help her?"She tilted her head slightly, her golden eyes full of mockery. "Did a Rogue eat your brain or something?"Ethan couldn't say a word. His face turned pale.He looked at the woman in front of him. Her expression was cold, her eyes cutting like a knife. His thoughts began to drift uncontrollably, pulling up distant memories. On the marking night, he had undressed her, caressed her breasts, and felt her fiery passion.That night, her eye

Lane's POV "Ugh—ah! Moon Goddess... Please... Make it stop!"A sharp scream ripped across the camp, turning into wild howls.It was Maris!That was the cost of staying under the protection of the Stillmoon Sanctum.Every full moon, the Moon Goddess Sacrificial Mark that shielded her would bring terrible, unbearable pain.The patrol outside stopped walking."Is that General Duffy?" a young soldier whispered. "That scream sounds worse than Rogues with broken legs.""She asked for it." The older soldier snorted in the dark. "She ignored orders, acted alone, and got captured.During the siege, she even messed up the formation of the armored war wolves. If Military Officer Woods hadn't reacted quickly, we wouldn't have taken the wall.""She tried so hard to grab the credit and ended up like this. Serves her right.""At least General Blackwood took the punishment for her.""Fifty lashes to the bone," a third voice said coldly. "But that was just a show in front of his own men. None of us f

Lane's POVTwelve massive drums pounded a primal rhythm, every beat shaking our chests, stirring the wolf in our blood.The pace picked up, like a pack running under the moon. Claws tore frozen ground, breath became a storm.Priests began chanting.It was an ancient wolf war song. The lyrics were long lost, leaving only deep, echoing syllables that spiraled between drums and horns—as if unseen wolf spirits gathered above, howling.Kaelen stopped three steps from the city gate.He lifted the soul plaque, showing Kain's carved wolf silhouette and name to the gate, Alpha King, and the capital they had sworn to defend.Then he stepped forward.With the soul plaques guiding us, carrying the honored dead as our vanguard, we moved into the gate, steady and deliberate.The crowd went silent, broken only by stifled sobs and rugged breathing.Many werewolves—both commoners and nobles—narrowed their eyes into sharp slits, instincts flaring with raw emotion.As we passed under the archway, we dro

Third-person POVMaris rushed back to the Blackwood Pack and locked herself in her bedroom.All the way home, the whispers and side-eyes from others felt like claws scratching at her back.Just thinking about Lane, that damn bitch, hatred and jealousy burning inside her! Lane was being worshipped by soldiers, protected by generals, and even Kaelen had raised a glass to her at the feast. And she, the Luna of the Blackwood Pack, could only go home like a crippled wolf.She bared her teeth and let out a low, muffled growl.Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and she caught the scent of a nervous Omega."She wants me to see her?"Maris heard the message and dug her sharp nails into the stone armrest. "Tell her I'm 'feeling unwell.'"The Omega servant's voice shook. "But, Mrs. Blackwood said you must come. She has questions—""Get out!" Maris roared.She heard a gasp and the sound of the servant running away in a panic.The room went quiet again. Maris slowly walked to the mirror.Th