All Chapters of THE SILENT LUNA’S REVENGE: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Two months after Princess Iris was born, the Crestwood Royal Manor hosted the grandest celebration the continent had ever seen. Wolves from every pack—northern, southern, eastern, and western—had traveled for days to attend the official royal presentation of the unified realm's heir.The great courtyard was transformed into a breathtaking garden of white roses, silver lanterns, and long purple banners. Tables filled with delicious feasts, sweet wines, and roasted meats lined the stone walls, while lively musicians played cheerful acoustic melodies that filled the afternoon air.I stood on the high stone terrace overlooking the celebration, wearing a flowing gown of ice-blue silk embroidered with small silver stars. Iris was held securely against my chest in a soft silk sling, fast asleep, her tiny hand resting over my collarbone.Julian walked out onto the terrace, wearing his sharp dark blue formal suit. He looked completely handsome, his short hair styled neatly, a look of profound

I stood by the window, staring out into the dark night. The rain had finally stopped, but the cold air still seeped through the glass. My heart was pounding hard in my chest. Everything that had happened over the last few days kept replaying in my mind like a movie I couldn't pause. I took a deep breath and looked down at my hands. They were trembling slightly. I tried to pull myself together, but it was hard when everything around me felt like it was falling apart. Alexander’s voice was still echoing in my mind. He had told me to stay safe, to stay inside, but how could I stay still when the world outside was burning?Someone knocked softly on the door, breaking the heavy silence in the room. I froze for a second before calling out, "Come in."The door creaked open, and Marcus walked in holding a silver tray with a cup of warm tea. He gave me a sympathetic look, but I could see the tension in his tight shoulders."You haven't eaten anything all day," Marcus said quietly, setting the

Smoke began to fill the hallway as alarm bells blared through the dark mansion. My ears were ringing from the force of the explosion. The guard beside me drew his sword, stepping in front of me to shield me from the flying glass."Stay back!" he shouted over the noise. "They breached the main gates!"Panicked voices and the sound of clashing steel echoed from the lower floor. The air grew thick with the smell of smoke and burning wood. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. Alexander was miles away at the northern cliff, along with Lucas and our best fighters. The pack house was under attack, and we were vastly outnumbered."We need to get you to the safe room!" the guard yelled, grabbing my arm and leading me down the dark hallway."What about the others? The children and the elders?" I demanded, trying to keep my footing as another distant boom shook the building."Other guards are directing them to the underground bunker! Your safety is Alpha Alexander's priori

The days following the attack were heavy with grief and tireless work. The pack house had suffered severe damage, especially on the ground floor and main entrance. Workers and pack members spent every waking hour clearing away charred debris, repairing shattered walls, and rebuilding the protective outer gates.Despite the exhaustion visible on everyone's face, a new sense of unity had begun to form among the people. The revelation that Elder Vance was the true traitor had shocked the pack to its core, but it also cleared away the dark cloud of suspicion that had hung over me. People who had once given me cold looks now greeted me with quiet respect when I walked through the halls.I spent most of my mornings helping Elena in the medical wing. Many guards had been injured during the night of the attack, and caring for them kept my mind busy."You're very good at this," Elena remarked one afternoon as I finished wrapping a clean bandage around a guard's shoulder."I just want to be use

The silence left behind after the army marched away was almost harder to bear than the sound of war horns. The mansion was practically empty, occupied only by a small defensive guard, the injured, the elderly, and the children tucked away in the lower safe rooms.Elena and I stayed in the medical bay, organizing supplies, rolling fresh bandages, and preparing boiling water in case wounded soldiers were brought back from the front line. Hours passed like torture. Every distant sound of wind felt like the approach of hooves, and every creak of the wooden floor sent a spike of anxiety through my chest.Around mid-afternoon, the sky darkened with heavy, dark storm clouds. Thunder rumbled softly in the distance, mixing with a low, rhythmic vibration that seemed to shake the earth."Do you hear that?" I asked, dropping the cloth I was holding and turning to face the window.Elena walked over to stand beside me, her expression pale. "It's starting. The battle at the iron gorge has begun."We