All Chapters of THE SILENT LUNA’S REVENGE: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The Crimson OathThe temporary command tent was set up at the base of Mount Shadow. Inside, map scrolls were spread out over a wooden tactical table, held down by heavy silver daggers. Outside, the howling wind blew heavy snow against the thick canvas walls.I sat on a low wooden bench while the royal healer wrapped clean white bandages around my wrists. Julian stood nearby, wearing a fresh dark shirt and leather coat provided by the royal guards. Though his body had recovered from the dark poison thanks to our magic merge, he refused to move more than two steps away from me.Brandon stepped into the tent, shaking frost off his heavy fur cloak. He walked straight over to the tactical table, pointing at a red line drawn across the mountain map."Mount Shadow is completely locked down by severe blizzard conditions," Brandon reported, his voice grim. "Helicopters cannot fly through those winds. Our heavy armored vehicles can't scale the narrow ice paths. If we go after the Blood Sovereig

The vast hall of the Sun Shrine fell into a tense, suffocating silence. The only sound was the low, agonizing hum of the Royal Sun Stone as dark purple corruption spread across its brilliant golden surface.Brandon drew both of his silver swords, stepping forward with his wolf bared. "Step away from the stone, rogue scum! You have desecrated our family's sacred grounds for the last time!"The Blood Sovereign let out a dark, mocking laugh that echoed coldly through the marble pillars. He did not move his ritual blade away from the crystal."Desecrated?" the masked man asked, his voice dripping with venomous sarcasm. "This shrine was built on the blood and bones of my ancestors! Your father, King Alistair, called himself a righteous leader, yet he slaughtered my entire lineage to build his shiny little empire!"I stepped up beside Brandon, my hands glowing with vibrant purple starlight. "Your lineage was the Darkmoon Syndicate! You practiced dark forbidden magic, sacrificed innocent wol

The morning sun streamed through the shattered high arched windows of the royal medical suite, casting long golden beams across the white marble floor. For the first time in months, the heavy, suffocating weight in my chest was completely gone. The dark shadow of the Darkmoon Syndicate had finally broken, and Gabriel Crestwood was locked deep in the subterranean royal dungeons, stripped of his stolen magic.Julian sat in the chair right beside my bed, his hand wrapped firmly around mine. He had refused to go to his own room to rest, despite the healers bandaging his broad chest and fixing the silver burn marks on his arms. Every time I opened my eyes, he was right there, watching me with a soft, steady gaze that made my heart flutter."You really need to get some sleep, Julian," I murmured, leaning back against the soft pillows. My voice was still a little raspy, but my physical strength was returning rapidly thanks to the powerful royal magic humming through my veins.Julian smiled s

The lower city of the Crestwood royal territory was alive with brilliant colors, loud music, and the delicious smell of roasted meats. Long red silk streamers hung from the high stone balconies, and thousands of pack members lined the wide cobblestone streets, eager to catch a glimpse of the royal procession.I sat inside an open-topped golden carriage lined with soft purple velvet cushions. I wore an elegant white silk gown embroidered with silver thread, the royal crown sitting lightly atop my dark hair. My pregnancy bump was prominently displayed, making me look every bit the royal mother and Queen.Julian rode right beside the carriage on a massive black warhorse. He was fully armored in dark steel, his long sword hanging at his side, his sharp grey eyes scanning every rooftop, alleyway, and high window we passed. Behind us, Brandon led twenty elite royal guards on foot, their hands resting on the hilts of their weapons.To any outside observer, this was a celebration of our recen

The blizzard howling around the Northern Mountains was far worse than the storm we had faced at Mount Shadow. Thick sheets of sharp white ice slammed against our heavy leather coats, cutting our vision down to mere inches. The temperature was so low that even our wolf heat struggled to keep the bitter chill from sinking into our bones.Our strike force was small and precise: Julian, Brandon, myself, and six of the most powerful elite war wolves in the realm. We couldn't bring a large army up these narrow, slippery ice paths without warning Gabriel of our approach.Julian walked directly in front of me, his massive frame blocking the brutal mountain wind. His hand never left mine, his warm Alpha aura flowing continuously through our blood bond to keep my body and our baby warm against the freezing elements.Are you doing okay, my Queen? Julian’s voice echoed gently in my head.I am warm enough, thanks to you, I replied, looking up at his broad back covered in snow. How much farther to