Chapter 131: The Council of WolvesA cool autumn breeze stirred the banners outside the grand council hall as the Blue Moon Pack gathered for a meeting that many hoped would mark a turning point in their collective future. The hall’s massive wooden doors creaked open to reveal a cavernous space filled with natural light that filtered in through tall, arched windows. Inside, wolves of every age, rank, and background took their seats around a large circular table—the table a symbol of equality and shared purpose. At the head of the table, Donavon’s steady gaze swept over the assembled pack. His presence was both commanding and reassuring—a living embodiment of the pack’s trials, tribulations, and the hard-earned unity that had emerged. Beside him sat Zuri, her eyes bright with determination and compassion, her posture radiating quiet strength. Today, they were not just leaders but facilitators of a process that would allow every wolf to speak, to be heard, and to help shape the pack’s
.Chapter 132: The first rays of a chilly morning broke over the compound, casting long, cool shadows across the newly restored walls of the Blue Moon Pack. Though recent days had seen a renewed spirit of unity and rebuilding, a palpable tension now stirred at the edges of their territory—a reminder that external challenges, however minor, could never be entirely cast aside.In the central courtyard, where the echoes of the recent council meetings still lingered in every whispered promise of transparency and unity, a group of scouts returned with urgent news. The leader of the scouting team, a lean and alert wolf named Verin, bounded into the assembly hall, his eyes wide with both excitement and concern.“Alpha Donavon! Luna Zuri!” he called out, his voice breaking through the morning calm. “We have encountered a group from the neighboring Silver Ridge Pack along our western border. They are not marching in the typical formation of a peaceful delegation. Instead, they appear to be te
Donavon's lost LunaChapter 1Zuri "What makes you think I killed your father, Donavon?" My father's voice resounded from his office."Because I've got all the evidence with me, Lycus," the opposing voice replied."There's no evidence that you can hold, Don; I'm not and never will be the cause of your misfortune," my father replied.The sound of swords clanking was what I heard next, which made me hurry to see what and who it was."I'm telling you, Donavon, I did not kill your parents," he yelled amidst the sword fight."Zuri, princess, go back in," my father said, turning his attention towards me as I opened the door to his office. My eyes darted to the man whose voice I'd been hearing from the distance, and I had barely seen his face when my father's gasped, and I watched in horror as blood oozed from his slit throat."Father!" I screamed and bent to the floor in terror as I scrambled to meet him, seeing his blood drop from the edge of Donavon."Papa!" I yelled, shaking his body
Donavon's lost LunaChapter 2Alpha Donavon walked towards me, satisfied with the gory sight of the battered wounds on my body.Send them to the maids' room and have them assigned to their various duties, except for her," Alpha Donovan said, and I raised my face to look at him. "Have her thrown in the dungeon; treat her the way every person thrown there is being treated and nothing less," he ordered and turned away, leaving me in the hands of the guards."Zuri," my best friend Hart called, but I couldn't afford to get him into the bane of Alpha Donavon.I turned towards his voice and nodded without saying anything. My steps faltered, and it earned me yet another slap behind my head. The coppery liquid metal dripped from my nose, and I was being met with the nonchalance of the guards, who cared less if I died or lived. Behind the cold metals of the dungeon that I was being thrown to, away from the light of the blue moon pack, to the dark, shadowy hell of a place, I felt life slippi
Donavon's lost LunaChapter 3Alpha Donavon"I, Zuri Lycus, daughter of Alpha Lycus of the Edged Claws, will not, will never, and can never accept you, Donavon, as my Alpha," the girl before me said, taking me aback.No one, not even the eldest of the elders, dared to look me in the eyes and talk more about openly declaring that she'd never accept that I was her Alpha.I wanted her to; I needed her to succumb to self-loathing—the same pit of hell that I was.And the look in her eyes when she told me that her father knew nothing about my father and mother—I almost took it as the truth, but I knew better than to trust the words from the mouth of a person like her, the daughter of a murderer.I paused at my last thought. I'd officially become a murderer as well—a beast or more—but I cared less. My rage for revenge had made me not think twice before I slit his throat, and the way he looked at his daughter as if surrendering her to evil.It hurt that he took advantage of me to derive the j
Donavon's lost LunaChapter 4 ZuriThe head maid had instructed me not to say anything, lest I earn myself another one of the hits.And I'd done as she had said, secretly hoping he wouldn't come until I finished the task assigned to me.And he had walked through the door. I took no indifferent action and instead continued cleaning while he sat.The air in the room was tense as I walked away. I hadn't healed from all the pains he'd caused me, and I wasn't willing to incur another.We had both shared some words before I walked out to meet an angry elder in the room.It wasn't a good time, but that was none of my business.It'd be best if I minded my Ps and Qs concerning Donavon.Curiosity, however, took the best, and I walked to the slightly open door to eavesdrop on what he was going to say.And just like I'd expected, he was met with the cruelty of his hatred for me, and when the sword was wielded, I could imagine how it was done.His growl from inside the room reverberated through t
Donavon's lost LunaChapter 5 ZuriI watched as Hart paid no heed to my words or my pleas before turning around to leave."SSee Zuri, you'll be let out in the morning, and this is the most I can do for you. I know you want to save Donavon, but I don't see the reason you need to, though. He's a beast, Zuri. Have you thought about the way he treated you, made you feel, the cane and the fucking beating and strangling he's done to you before you decided to help him? He's killed your father, Zuri. Wise up. Not everyone deserves kindness," he lectured.Tears rolled from my face at the realisation of the truth. I'd had my fair share of misery from him, not that I was guilty; I was innocent, and my father was as well."Have you thought about it, Zuri? He took us captive and had your father's pack members be brought hostage while you, Zuri, you're a princess; one day you'd become Queen, and he lowered you to the position of a slave," he added again, several thoughts of how he'd burned the bod
Donavon's lost Luna. Chapter 6“Zuri, can you hear me? Are you okay?" I knew it would be Hart's voice from outside the door as I wriggled furiously in Alpha Donavon's hands.“Please, please, let me go. I'll go bring some other girl for you; I'm not the one you want!" I screamed in his face to no avail.His gaze had all blurred out, and as strong as she was, his movements were sloppy, but that wasn't enough for me to slip out of his arms."I don't care about who you are; all I want is to pin you down under this bed and have my way with you," Alpha Donavon growled, and I felt my body shudder with fear.Hart was hitting on the door as hard as he could, but it only resounded as a soft thud on the side of the bed.“Please, let me go. I just came to save you; I'm done with that now. “Let me go for goodness’s sake.” I purred and pleaded, but to no avail.Donavon forcefully placed me on the bed, and I could only watch as he stood over me, smiling.“Please…” I muttered, but it felt as though
.Chapter 132: The first rays of a chilly morning broke over the compound, casting long, cool shadows across the newly restored walls of the Blue Moon Pack. Though recent days had seen a renewed spirit of unity and rebuilding, a palpable tension now stirred at the edges of their territory—a reminder that external challenges, however minor, could never be entirely cast aside.In the central courtyard, where the echoes of the recent council meetings still lingered in every whispered promise of transparency and unity, a group of scouts returned with urgent news. The leader of the scouting team, a lean and alert wolf named Verin, bounded into the assembly hall, his eyes wide with both excitement and concern.“Alpha Donavon! Luna Zuri!” he called out, his voice breaking through the morning calm. “We have encountered a group from the neighboring Silver Ridge Pack along our western border. They are not marching in the typical formation of a peaceful delegation. Instead, they appear to be te
Chapter 131: The Council of WolvesA cool autumn breeze stirred the banners outside the grand council hall as the Blue Moon Pack gathered for a meeting that many hoped would mark a turning point in their collective future. The hall’s massive wooden doors creaked open to reveal a cavernous space filled with natural light that filtered in through tall, arched windows. Inside, wolves of every age, rank, and background took their seats around a large circular table—the table a symbol of equality and shared purpose. At the head of the table, Donavon’s steady gaze swept over the assembled pack. His presence was both commanding and reassuring—a living embodiment of the pack’s trials, tribulations, and the hard-earned unity that had emerged. Beside him sat Zuri, her eyes bright with determination and compassion, her posture radiating quiet strength. Today, they were not just leaders but facilitators of a process that would allow every wolf to speak, to be heard, and to help shape the pack’s
Chapter 130: The morning sun rose over the Blue Moon Pack compound with a gentle radiance that felt almost sacramental. The cool light revealed a place transformed—not only by the scars of past battles but by the quiet determination of a community ready to embrace a new day. As the dew clung to the grass and the scent of fresh blossoms wafted through the air, every wolf in the compound felt an undercurrent of hope.In the central courtyard, which had become a hub of renewal over the past weeks, groups of wolves gathered in animated clusters. Old rivals now sat side by side with newly integrated members, their faces reflecting a mixture of cautious optimism and genuine excitement. Banners proclaiming “Together We Rise” and “A Future United” fluttered from stone arches, echoing the sentiment that had been carefully nurtured since the days of internal strife.Donavon stood on a small dais at one end of the courtyard, his presence commanding yet warm. His deep blue eyes scanned the assem
Chapter 129: A chill autumn dusk had settled over the compound as the pack resumed its daily routine, still recovering from the recent upheavals. Yet beneath the veneer of communal rebuilding, an uneasy murmur stirred—a whisper that not all was as transparent as it seemed. In the corridors and quiet alcoves, furtive glances and hushed conversations hinted at a presence unseen, an internal threat that might fracture their hard-earned unity.In the early hours of the day, Kael and Rian met near a secluded courtyard behind the infirmary. The low murmur of distant work blended with the rustling of dry leaves, as if nature itself conspired to echo the pack’s unease.Kael’s eyes darted about as he began, “Rian, I’ve been noticing things… small discrepancies that don’t add up. The way supplies are logged, secret meetings in the dead of night—I can’t help but wonder if someone is undermining our efforts from within.”Rian, his voice low and cautious, replied, “I’ve heard whispers too. At fir
Chapter 128:The evening sky was an indigo canvas splashed with deep violets and the first hints of starlight as the Blue Moon Pack gathered in the war room—a spacious chamber lined with weathered maps, battle scars, and relics of past glories. The room was quiet now, the echoes of earlier council meetings replaced by a heavy, contemplative silence. It was in these moments, away from the eyes of the pack, that the weight of leadership pressed most acutely on those who bore its mantle.Donavon sat at the head of the long oak table, his broad shoulders slumped slightly beneath an invisible burden. The events of the past months—the battles fought, the betrayals endured, and the fragile unity rebuilt—had left scars not only on the pack but on his very soul. His eyes, usually so piercing and resolute, now betrayed a flicker of doubt as he gazed down at the map spread before him."Every decision we make," he murmured softly, almost to himself, "carries a cost. Not just in lives lost or vict
Chapter 127: The morning had barely broken when a chill wind swept through the compound, carrying with it a scent of damp earth and something ancient—an aroma that spoke of secrets buried in the soil of time. The Blue Moon Pack had grown accustomed to the rhythm of healing and renewal, but on this day, an unusual tension gripped the air. The usual chorus of morning howls was replaced by a heavy, expectant silence as if the very world were holding its breath.Donavon was the first to sense that something was amiss. While reviewing the daily patrol reports on the balcony, he noticed a subtle shift in the wind—a stirring that seemed to whisper of events yet to come. His keen eyes scanned the horizon, searching the dark silhouettes of trees for any sign of movement. Yet it wasn’t the usual alertness of enemy scouts or the echo of distant conflict that troubled him now; it was a feeling of profound destiny—a call from forces beyond the immediate battles of the pack.At that very moment, Z
Chapter 126: Night had fallen over the compound, and the stars emerged like silent witnesses to the Blue Moon Pack’s renewed legacy. In the quiet hours when the rest of the pack slept, Donavon and Zuri found solace on a secluded balcony overlooking the restored gardens. The soft luminescence of lanterns mingled with the gentle glow of the moon, and the cool breeze carried whispers of past battles and future promises.Donavon leaned against the stone balustrade, his gaze fixed on the darkened expanse beyond the compound. His mind, still echoing with the day’s efforts to rebuild trust and unity, now wandered back to memories that had both haunted and shaped him. “Zuri,” he began in a low, reflective tone, “do you remember the nights when I thought the weight of our past would crush me? When every betrayal and loss felt like a fire burning inside?”Zuri turned to him, her eyes soft yet unwavering. “I remember, Donavon. I remember the nights when hope was a distant dream and every moment
Chapter 125: The early morning sky was a tapestry of soft grays and tentative blues as the Blue Moon Pack stirred from a restless night. In the aftermath of the turbulent days of internal strife and external challenges, the compound had taken on a new atmosphere—a blend of cautious optimism and unwavering resolve. Every wolf, from the eldest veteran to the newest recruit, felt that the time had come to rebuild, to transform the scars of recent conflicts into the bedrock of a brighter future.In the great council hall, where the echoes of recent debates and revelations still lingered, Donavon and Zuri convened a strategic meeting with their most trusted advisors. The long oak table, scarred yet steadfast as the pack itself, was set with maps, ledgers, and handwritten notes detailing every setback and every small victory of the past few days.Donavon cleared his throat as the room quieted. “Brothers and sisters,” he began, his deep voice resonating through the hall, “we have been throu
Chapter 124: The morning air was crisp and clear as the Blue Moon Pack stirred to a new day—yet beneath the surface of the renewed community, there lay an undercurrent of uncertainty. The recent council meeting had set the wheels of transparency in motion, but not every wolf felt at ease. In the quiet corridors of the compound, whispers of doubt and lingering resentments threatened to resurface. Today, those fragile threads of trust would be put to the ultimate test.In a secluded corner of the compound’s training yard, Kael and Rian found themselves alone, their voices low as they discussed the morning’s revelations. The soft light of dawn filtered through tall pines, their leaves dancing with gentle breezes, while the distant sounds of the pack’s daily routines offered an almost deceptive sense of normalcy.“I can’t shake the feeling,” Kael began, his eyes scanning the horizon as if searching for an unseen enemy, “that not everyone is fully on board with the new way. I overheard mo