All Chapters of Loving Luna : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Three days later, it started to rain. It wasn't a fierce storm that rattled Blackwood’s windows or sent wolves scrambling for cover. Instead, it was a gentle spring shower, soft enough to make the distant mountains look hazy and heavy enough to darken the courtyard stones under the gray morning sky. Luna loved it instantly. Darius, however, did not. She found him standing by a library window, gazing outside as if the weather had personally insulted him. "The eastern path is going to flood," he announced. Luna looked up from her book. "Good morning to you too." "The drainage trench near the training field still isn't finished," he added. "The flowers look happy," Luna offered. "The flowers don't have to repair the eastern wall," Darius retorted. Luna slowly closed her book. "Are you arguing with the rain?" Darius glanced at her. "I'm evaluating it." "You've been glaring at it for ten minutes." "It has weaknesses." She bit back a smile. "It's water." "Exactly." That was all i

It took them six days to get to Rowan’s territory. For the first time since the Hollow King was defeated, Luna and Darius traveled without a whole army, just six Blackwood wolves: Kael, Ronan, Evelyn, and Mason. Plus, two scouts who insisted they were only there because Darius has a habit of forgetting to eat when they're on the road. “I do not,” Darius said flatly. Evelyn gave him a look. “You skipped lunch yesterday,” she pointed out. “We were riding,” Darius replied. “You skipped breakfast,” she added. “We left early,” he said. “You skipped dinner,” Evelyn continued. “I was busy,” Darius said. Luna smiled. “With paperwork,” she chimed in. Darius sighed. “I married six people,” he grumbled. “No,” Mason corrected him. “You married one.” He gestured to the others. “The rest of us are just here for free.” By sunset on the sixth day, Rowan’s territory finally appeared. It was so different from Blackwood. There were no walls, no towers, no gates. Just rolling hills, pine forest

The howling finally died down before morning, but no attack followed. No warriors burst from the trees. Just silence. And that silence actually made Darius more on edge than any fight ever had. You see, an enemy who’s after your blood usually just attacks. But someone who’s after your fear… they just wait. The camp was buzzing early the next morning. All the party vibes from the night before had completely vanished. Campfires were cold, and the usual chatter was super quiet. Parents were keeping their kids practically glued to their sides. Three wolves from Rowan’s territory had volunteered to stand guard by the big oak tree all night. And they all said the same thing. "Nobody came near," one reported. "Nobody left," another added. "And the howls never got any closer," the third finished. Rowan just folded her arms. "They wanted to make sure we stayed awake." Darius nodded. "Well, they succeeded." Luna was back on her knees in front of the carved crown. The bark around the symbo

Nobody got any sleep. The camp stayed up all night, not because they were expecting an attack, but because the silence felt wrong. Every creak of a branch made everyone jump, every shadow seemed to hide a threat. The enemy had totally achieved their goal: fear had become a permanent resident, clinging to everyone like a second skin. As soon as it was light, Rowan called another meeting, but only a few showed up: Darius, Luna, Kael, Ronan, Elara, and the three Alphas whose lands bordered their shared forest. "The delegations leave today," Rowan announced. "They're scared." One Alpha disagreed, shaking his head. "They're angry." Darius chimed in, "There's a difference, but it won't matter once they get home." A heavy silence followed; everyone knew he was right. Rumors always outrun the truth, and fear gives them wings. "We'll escort them," Rowan decided. "No," Darius cut in. Heads snapped toward him. "No?" "They'll expect escorts," Luna realized, her face tightening. "They're wa

Tomas just walked into camp at dawn, all by himself. No guards, no one trailing behind him. What really threw Luna off, though, was how clean his clothes were – cleaner than when he’d disappeared. It freaked her out way more than if they'd been torn to shreds. It meant someone had taken the time to wash off the blood and dirt, someone had made sure he got back safe and sound. Alive. Looking presentable. Acting normal. And yet, that very care felt like a warning none of them could quite put their finger on. His mom got to him first, pulling him into a hug so tight he stumbled back. For a long while, he just didn't hug her back. His hands just hung there, unsure, like he was forgetting how to be human. Then, slowly, he lifted his arms and wrapped them around her. The whole camp seemed to let out a collective sigh of relief. Even the sentries way out in the distance looked away, like they were witnessing something too private to watch directly. Luna managed a small smile. That is, until