Novels by Lam-lammy

Chapter 140: The first light of dawn broke gently over the expansive palace gardens, turning the dewy landscape into a shimmering mosaic of light and color. The air was cool and fresh, scented with blooming jasmine and the earthy aroma of newly tilled soil. Today, the Blue Moon Pack was not merely surviving—it was thriving. A grand celebration had been planned, one that would mark the beginning of a new era for the pack.In the heart of the gardens, long tables were set up beneath ancient oak trees whose gnarled branches cradled twinkling lanterns. Banners of deep blue and silver, emblazoned with the pack’s emblem, fluttered softly in the morning breeze. The palace, a majestic blend of timeless stone and modern craftsmanship, stood proudly in the background—a symbol of both tradition and progress.Wolves of every age gathered, their faces alight with joy and quiet pride. The elders, whose eyes held decades of wisdom and the scars of past struggles, sat alongside young pups whose laug

Chapter 139:A heavy, foreboding sky hung over the Blue Moon Pack compound as dusk settled into a deep, bruised twilight. For weeks, whispers of an emerging threat had circulated—a subtle yet persistent unease that had grown into a palpable tension among the wolves. The oversight committee’s investigations, the renewed alliances, and even the echoes of old betrayals had led to one undeniable truth: something external was stirring, something that sought to exploit the lingering fissures in the pack’s unity.On the eve of the final confrontation, Donavon stood on the rampart of the compound, his eyes scanning the horizon where darkness met the distant lights of the surrounding forest. The wind carried with it not only the chill of approaching winter but also the murmurs of an enemy that had been quietly amassing strength. In the silence, his mind replayed every moment of struggle—every betrayal, every victory, every step that had led them to this precipice. The weight of command pressed

Chapter 138: The first light of dawn crept over the Blue Moon Pack compound, bathing the grounds in a gentle, golden glow. It was a new day—a day that promised not just the continuation of old traditions, but the birth of fresh leadership. In the quiet hours, before the bustle of the day took over, a subtle excitement filled the air. The pack’s future was emerging, embodied in the bright eyes and eager hearts of its youngest members.At the training grounds, the sextuplets—six spirited cubs who had grown in the shadow of both recent hardships and the hopeful renewal of the pack—dashed about with unbridled energy. Lyra, the eldest, had already assumed a leadership role among her siblings. With a determined gleam in her eye, she guided her brothers and sisters through an improvised obstacle course, built from fallen logs and scattered stones. Their laughter echoed against the stone walls, a joyful symphony that filled the morning air.“Come on, everyone!” Lyra called out, her voice bot

Chapter 137A heavy mist clung to the early morning as the Blue Moon Pack stirred from their sleep. Though recent days had brought hope and unity, the quiet of dawn carried with it a subtle disquiet. Shadows of the past, long thought to have been overcome, now seemed to whisper in the corners of the compound. It was in these uncertain moments that a few vigilant eyes began to notice the echoes of betrayal—small signs that something was amiss.In a narrow corridor near the strategy room, Kael and Rian walked side by side, their hushed voices barely audible over the soft patter of paws on stone. “Rian, have you noticed how some of the old habits seem to be creeping back?” Kael asked, his tone a mixture of concern and cautious suspicion. “There have been moments—brief glances, hushed exchanges—reminding me of the days when secrecy ruled our lives.” Rian’s eyes narrowed slightly as he replied, “Yes, I have. It’s as if the trust we’ve worked so hard to build is threatened by the echoes

Chapter 136: An Alliance Formed**The crisp autumn air outside the Blue Moon Pack compound carried whispers of change as dawn broke over a new day. After months of internal reforms, healing, and cautious outreach, the pack now stood at the threshold of forging an alliance with their long-silent neighbors. The promise of unity beyond their own borders stirred hope and determination in every wolf's heart.Inside the strategy hall, Donavon and Zuri gathered with their senior advisors and trusted lieutenants to review the final details of their diplomatic proposal. Maps adorned the walls, marking the territories of the neighboring packs, and fresh reports from scouts indicated that the Silver Ridge Pack—once a rival and source of tension—had shown signs of being open to negotiation. This opportunity, if seized, could pave the way for a united front against common external threats and further strengthen the bonds of trust that the Blue Moon Pack had so painstakingly rebuilt.Donavon’s deep

Chapter 134: A soft drizzle had settled over the compound by late afternoon, turning the ground beneath the ancient oaks into a quilt of shimmering puddles and reflective pools. The air, cool and fragrant with the scent of rain and earth, carried an undercurrent of anticipation. Whispers passed among the wolves, each one speaking of rumors that had slowly been gathering like storm clouds on the horizon—a rumor of someone once thought lost was returning.In the central courtyard, where the banners of unity and progress still hung proudly, a group of young scouts was performing their morning patrol. Their alert eyes scanned every corner, every shadow. Suddenly, one of the scouts, a lithe wolf named Soren, halted abruptly. “There!” he barked, pointing toward the far edge of the compound, where the ancient forest began. His voice was a mix of excitement and disbelief.Within moments, the patrol converged. The wolves moved cautiously, their paws silent on the wet earth, until they reached