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Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 13. Bleed to death
WILLA’s POV Two days had passed since the incident, and the Alpha hadn’t summoned me—not that I gave a damn about his whims. But he’d saved my life after all. I hadn’t crossed paths with him either, not even a glimpse of his brooding, cold stare. Good. Maybe the last thing I needed was another reminder that I wasn't a member of this pack. My memory of that night was fragmented, like shards of a broken mirror— The bastard’s fists, the sharp smack against my face, and a voice in the back of my mind urging me to stop, to think for once. But I hadn't. Of course, I hadn’t. I couldn't even remember much after that. Only the blurred image of the crest … somehow, that little trinket was important enough to keep me alive—or at least alive enough for their precious Vad to see. Apparently, it was enough to keep me alive. For now. Now here I was, ribs aching like they'd been cracked by a sledgehammer, and my jaw felt like someone had dug holes into both sides of it. The bruises ha
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 14. An unexpected visit
WILLA’s POV I stared at my reflection in the cracked mirror, grimacing at the sight of my soaked clothes clinging to my body. The room I'd been "allowed" to stay in was as bare as a prisoner's cell, and certainly didn't come with a wardrobe full of options. For days, I'd been washing the same outfit each night, wearing it again the next day like some kind of uniform of shame. But there was no way in hell I was going to meet the Alpha looking like a drowned rat. Even if it meant swallowing my pride and facing the one person in this godforsaken pack who might hate me more than I hated myself. Gaia. I knew it was a bad idea before I even left my room, but desperation makes fools of us all. And whatever Gaia's reasons for hating me, I knew she wasn't like the others. She'd been hurt that day. I wasn’t sure why, but I suspected it had something to do with the poison. Hunt had nearly died because of it—her stepbrother, if the whispers I'd caught around the packhouse were tr
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 15. Poor predictable Eamon
NOX’s POV I strode into the receiving room, my footsteps echoing against the glossy marble floor. This was where I entertained high-ranking guests—other Alphas, mostly. But the Alpha of Moonveil had never been one of those guests, at least, not until now. Eamon rose to his feet, his wife following suit a beat later. Moonveil pack. The name had been cropping up with alarming frequency for my liking ever since mylittle assassin had arrived in my territory... The scent of fear that clung to her at the mere mention of Moonveil wasn’t lost on me, no matter how hard she tried to mask it. I saw the way her face drained of color, the desperate excuse she'd fumbled with when it was mentioned the Alpha had come. Perhaps when Draven returned, I’d have the answers I sought. Until then, I’d keep her exactly where I wanted her— I'd pay good money to know what was going through that pretty little head of hers right now. …And now here was its Alpha, standing before me day
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 16. Hunted by her own blood
NOX’s POV I stalked through the hallways. Maids, servants, and guards scrambled to bow and murmur greetings as I passed. Their fear was noticeable, a scent as familiar to me as my own. "Alpha," they whispered, eyes downcast. I barely acknowledged them, barely looked elsewhere other than ahead. I was searching for one thing—or rather, one infuriating woman who had the audacity to vanish from under my nose. I'd sent Hunter off to handle the tedious arrangements for the council meeting. Dear goddess, she knew just how to tempt my patience. The door to her room nearly splintered as I threw it open. Empty. The scent of her lingered, mocking me. I hissed, my wolf clawing at the edges of my control. I strutted out and headed to the library. Again, nothing but the musty smell of old books and the startled gasps of a few pack members who quickly made themselves scarce. "Terrence!" I bellowed. The old keeper shuffled into view, his rheumy eyes wide with alarm. I
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 17. In the tunnel
WILLA’s POV The tunnel was colder than I remembered, the cold stone pressing in from all sides. My heart was pounding against my ribs like a caged animal, breath misted in front of me as I crouched in the dark, listening for any sounds above. Nothing. No heavy boots, no murmured commands. I'd slipped out of Nox's study the moment he'd left to meet with the Alpha of Moonveil pack—my uncle. The irony wasn't lost on me; while they discussed whatever nefarious plans Alphas discuss, I was plotting my own escape. For now, it seemed I had a little time before they figured out where I'd gone. I'd studied these tunnels for days, memorizing every twist and turn. It was my failsafe, my last-ditch effort if things went south. And boy, had they gone south. The dagger I'd swiped from Nox's study pressed against my thigh. An hour ticked by, each second stretching into an eternity. The lack of guards made me uneasy. Had they given up? Or was this just the calm before the storm? Mayb
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 18. An assassin
WILLA’s POV "Leave us," Nox commanded, his voice a low growl that sent the maids scurrying from the room. They'd somehow managed to make my quarters look decent, though I couldn't bring myself to feel grateful. Not when I knew nothing of what was going on. I wasn't sure whether to thank Hunter for his timely arrival or curse him for interrupting... whatever that moment had been. All I knew was that I was back in the packhouse, not being sold to my uncle. At least, I didn't think so. That uncertainty coiled in my stomach. Part of me itched to know why he had come all this way. What scheme he had under his sleeve. The question burned on my tongue, but I couldn’t afford to ask. Not yet. Not when suspicion would only tighten the noose around my neck. It was the last thing I needed. I was not being dragged back to Moonveil and that was all I needed … the tension in my chest releasing just enough for me to breathe again. Those midnight eyes landed on me. "You've
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 19. Two on one
WILLA’s POV “Willa," she said, her voice muffled by the fabric over her nose and mouth … low, as if she was testing the name on her tongue. My name. I blinked. How did she—? “Who are you?" My voice came out sharper than I intended. I didn’t know anyone in this pack. I didn’t even belong here. “Seeing that you're no longer in the dungeon, nor sent back there after yesterday’s event,” She ignored my question. “The Alpha must have allowed it." I stiffened, my fingers itching to reach for the dagger that was no longer there. So, I instinctively shuffled back, putting more distance between us. She knew I’d been in the dungeon. Knew about last night… How did she know all these? How? I could only think of one alarming explanation … could have been someone my uncle sent—an assassin, she looked more of it, probably here to drag me back. I shifted on the balls of my feet, gauging the distance between us. gauging the distance I would likely have to run across. Her gaze f
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 20. To hunt
NOX’s POV The pressure built, white-hot and urgent. I groaned low in my throat as I reached my peak, holding her head down with one firm hand. My breath came out in hot, rapid bursts, misting the air as I clenched my teeth, stifling a growl I should’ve let out. My head tilted back, eyes closed, lips parted in silent, cruel ecstasy. The young woman on her knees swallowed everything… greedily. But even as the satisfaction crept through my veins, it wasn’t enough. It never was. For the past twenty-four hours, I’d indulged myself in this… distraction. One woman after the next, seeking something I couldn’t name, trying to burn off the edge that gnawed at me. But no matter how many bodies I took, no matter how many breaths I stole, it wasn’t enough. I still felt her. That damn scent. Her wolf— Goddess! I had sensed it, and it had taken every ounce of my strength to keep my own beast tamed. Those eyes of hers, asking for things I wasn't sure she even knew she wanted … her e
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Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 102. Some past
Astrid’a POV The moonlight spilled like liquid silver across the pack house roof, casting long shadows between weathered slate tiles where I perched precariously, one leg dangling over the edge, the other bent beneath. My sanctuary. My moment of peace after a day that had been nothing short of a goddamn circus. I'd swiped the bottle from the kitchen—a rich, dark vintage that promised to burn just right—alongside a plate of fruit pie that smelled like home. The pie was divine. Flaky crust, hints of cinnamon and apple, probably baked by one of the pack's elder women who still believed in the comfort of traditional cooking. Not that I cared about traditions. A soft scuff against the slate. "I guess you found my secret spot," a voice drawled, a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the night air. Vad? I choked mid-swallow, the wine burning a path down my throat. Of course. Because the universe has a sick sense of humor, and Vad was it
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 101. Pig headed men
Astrid’s POV Damn this shoulder. The medics in this gods-forsaken pack might have been skilled, but the wound still throbbed with a vengeance whenever I dared move carelessly. It's been throbbing like a stubborn reminder of everything that's gone to hell. Still, the sting on my shoulder was a minor nuisance compared to the chaos this whole drama has brought. Tiring. If it were up to me, I'd have taken the simpler route. Find Eamon. Put a blade to his throat. Ended this shit weeks ago. No drawn-out drama, no unnecessary casualties. Just clean, precise elimination. But no, the Alpha had other ideas. Grand, sprawling plans that always seemed to draw more blood than they saved. Even so, those schemes were beginning to bear fruit, though. Like moths to a flame, the rogues were rallying. One shared enemy—a clever tactic to dissolve their generational hatred, sure. But the cost? Too damn high. I hissed under my breath as another jolt of pain shot through me
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 100. What killed Kael
Willa’s POV The words hung in the air like poison—"Not to count Kael... his death was tragic, but he had it coming." My heart constricted, a physical pain so intense I thought I might shatter. Eamon hadn't killed Kael. I had. The guilt crashed over me in waves, drowning rational thought. If only he'd distanced himself from me, if he'd walked away, he might still be breathing. "How do you know all of this?" The question escaped my lips, a fragile whisper barely holding together. Damien's lips curled with a cruelty that made my skin crawl. "Because I helped him. I made all of your potential mates quit." The casual way he spoke—as if erasing lives was nothing more than a mundane task—ignited a fury deep within me. He hadn't suffered. He hadn't lost everything. I had lost my friends, lost Kael, lost the only person who had truly understood me when it mattered much. "Kael was weak," Damien continued, his voice a clinical dissection of my past. "He was never g
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 99. What are we?
Willa’s POV The half-moon hung like a silent witness in the night sky, its silver light spilling through the broken window where I stood. My fingers clutched the silk bedsheet around me, the fabric cool against my flushed skin. But something profound had shifted between us moments ago—I'd heard his voice in my mind, clear as crystal: Mine. Mate. The words still resonated in my chest like the lingering notes of a song. Only true mates could share thoughts, feel each other's emotions through that sacred bond. It wasn't supposed to exist between Nox and me—yet there it had been, as real as the cool night air kissing my skin. My wolf prowled beneath my skin, remembering how desperately she'd wanted his mark. The thought should have terrified me—marking was sacred, an irreversible claim between true mates. Instead, my skin tingled with the memory of his mouth against my throat, and how right it had felt. But he never did mark me. Warm lips brushed my
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 98. Mine! Mate
Willa’s POV I watched as relief flickered across Nox's face—subtle enough that weeks ago, I wouldn't have caught it. Now, I was learning to read the micro-expressions that crossed those sharp features, the tiny tells that betrayed his thoughts. "You all were late," I said, adjusting my robe more tightly around myself. Water still dripped from my hair—and my scalp still hurt. The plan had been simple: appear vulnerable, draw out whoever was working against us from within. And it had worked—perhaps too well, considering the attempted drowning in my own bathtub. But I knew Nox well enough by now to suspect there was more to his and Vad's absence. He never made a move without multiple purposes. "Had to take the long way back," Nox explained. "Needed to ensure we weren't followed." Beside him, Vad cocked his head, a small grin playing at the corners of his mouth as he watched me. "Besides," Nox continued, clicking his tongue, "you had Astrid and Davina
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 97. The first plan
Willa’s POV The air was tense on the front porch of the pack house, the crisp bite of the evening brushing against my skin as I stood beside Astrid. My arms crossed tightly over my chest, I couldn't help but watch Nox and Vad standing a few steps ahead. Their postures were strikingly similar—broad shoulders squared, heads held high— And then there was her. Davina. She lingered too close to Vad, her hand brushing his arm as if staking some unspoken claim. I wasn’t sure what her purpose was. Was she going with them, or was she just here to see him off? Astrid adjusted her stance beside me, the soft creak of her leather boots catching my attention. She was dressed simply for once—brown leather pants and a loose, long-sleeved shirt. But I knew her well enough to see past the simplicity; beneath those flowing sleeves and tucked into her boots were a small arsenal of daggers. She shifted her weight slightly, wincing as her injured shoulder protested. "Seems
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 96. Why do the wrong ones suffer?
Willa’s POV "Home?" The word escaped me like a challenge. "What do you mean, home?" The aftermath of Eamon's revelation churned inside me like a poisonous brew. Emotions twisted and coiled, threatening to break through the fragile barrier I'd constructed. Eamon's claims about my father—they burned, not with divulgence, but with a fury that threatened to consume everything in its path. What if the claim was true? The thought flickered and died. Truth or lie, nothing could justify the devastation. Not what he'd done to me. Not what he'd done to Astrid. Not the cubs torn from their mother. Not the lives destroyed in his wake. I locked those thoughts away, deep in the darkest recesses of my mind. A place where emotions became weapons, where pain transformed into something. Vad's eyebrow arched. "Whoa," he drawled, his voice a silk-wrapped knife, "those frown lines could topple kingdoms." I stepped forward, I was in leather pants and a shirt now. Good fo
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 95. Her rage
Nox’s POV I’d anticipated a lot of fallout, but not this. Fuck! Silence punctured the council chamber, thick with implied pressure and disbelief. My jaw clenched, muscles coiled tight beneath my skin as I watched Willa—her frame vibrating with a rage so pure, so concentrated it could slice through steel. But only visible enough for me to tell. Somehow, they had escaped—not by magic, but by conscious layout. Even with the young woman’s gifts as a seer, no strange power had intervened after the smoke flared. This had been deliberate, every step mapped out. The shockwave that came with it had sent a few Alpha tumbling. And Willa… she wasn’t startled. With all Eamon had revealed about her father, it was impossible to tell which emotion churned within her the most. Was it hatred? Wrath? For once I feared her thought. The dagger remained where it was, untouched—for now. But I knew, without a doubt, that if the moment had been hers, she would not have he
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 94. The big reveal
Nox’s POV The pressure in the council chamber thickened as the drunk's voice quivered, each word dragged from his throat. "I got to know Pack Leader Eamon during a raid on the eastern villages of the Moonviel Pack years ago. We were being led by Rogue Leader Thadeus then..." Finneas's face darkened, a deep frown etching lines across his forehead. "What?" The drunk's fingers trembled against the floor. "Yes, it was so brother…" He swallowed hard. "A chance encounter—or rather, an unlucky one on a full moon night. Thadeus was..." His voice cracked. "Thadeus was energetic as ever with his speeches, rallying us for the raids. It was going well at first. He was a good wolf—the only reason he agreed to that raid was because we got word of a cargo caravan moving supplies through the Cull Path." "Those were dark times. I had barely passed being a cub. Finneas remember—we had no food. Our camp was starving, wolves turning on each other. Thadeus never wanted that future for h
