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Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 22. Pain and emotions
WILLA’s POV “You can’t be serious.” “And you can't seriously be upset about one rabbit.” Of course, he’d say that. Killing it for the sake of hunting felt... heartless. Pointless. It wasn't like the packhouse was running low on meat. I could still feel the weight of Nox’s eyes on me, that insufferable smirk playing on his lips as if he were amused by my discomfort. “I’m not upset,” I bit back. The rabbit was still warm, its body limp in my hands, and I hated the way guilt twisted in my stomach. Nox opened his mouth, no doubt ready with some infuriating retort, but something made him pause. His entire demeanor shifted. He wasn’t smirking or lounging with that lazy arrogance. No, his body was tense, his gaze fixed on something in the distance. Every muscle in him seemed coiled, like he was a heartbeat away from springing into action. I could almost see him straining his senses, using his wolf abilities in a way I couldn't. “Nox?” His nostrils flared, his
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 23. Virgin blood
WILLA’s POV "Alpha, the guards—" His words died on his lips as he stepped inside, freezing as his eyes landed on me. On us. Nox lay sprawled across the cushions, his head resting on my thigh, fast asleep. His back was bare, marred by traces of dried blood and the large, angry scar that had yet to fully close. His muscles had strained … how I'd thought he might die from the pain. Yet he never once growled out. I didn’t move, didn’t flinch under Hunter’s intense stare. It was a rare thing, seeing the Beta’s expression shift, but now his usually impassive face was hardened with something that felt uncomfortably close to anger. "The scar…,” "He got it fighting the rogues," I finished for him. "Silver blade, laced with wolfsbane." Hunter's jaw clenched, his expression hardening in a way I'd never seen before. It was clear he wanted to say something—probably to me—but he seemed to think better of it. "I'll take over from here.” His voice came out low, cont
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 24. Terrible reunion
WILLA’s POV The sun had long since dipped below the horizon, but the packhouse grounds were far from dark. Lights streaked from every window and lamppost, casting an artificial day over the manicured lawns and winding paths. Security, no doubt. With all the Alphas gathered in one place, an attack wasn't just possible—it was likely. I'd been ducking and weaving all day, playing an exhausting game of hide-and-seek with Nox. The library, the main hall, and now here, lurking in the shadows like some sort of incompetent spy. It was ridiculous, really. I was ridiculous. But every time I caught a glimpse of him—broad shoulders, that high-handed tilt to his chin—my dream came rushing back … blood pouring from his eyes, choking, dying. I shook my head, trying to clear the images. I just had to be away from him, his scent and presence. Maybe I could find a way through this… curse. Maybe there was a priestess who could help. My pack had none, at least not one that ha
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 25. Under attack
NOX’s POV “How kind of you to finally grace us with your presence, Nox," a familiar voice dripped. "One would think, being the host, you'd make an effort to arrive on time." I turned to face Luna Elara, her copper hair gleaming in the low light. A smirk played at my lips as I replied, "My apologies, Luna. I was under the impression that good hosts let their guests settle in before making an entrance.” My eyes flickered to Alpha Myron beside her, daring him to say something. He only gave a subtle nod, clearly not interested in escalating. Typical. Her eyes narrowed, but I was already moving to take my seat. The Alpha Council consisted of eight Alphas, representing the eight territories. I knew them all, for better or worse. To my left sat Talon, Alpha of the Mountain Peaks Pack. His territory was vast but largely uninhabitable. Next to him was Kora, the only female Alpha on the council. Her cleverness made up for what she lacked in brute strength. Across from me, Dar
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 26. A warning
NOX’s POV Hunter and I raced towards the border. And like hell was I going to let the other Alphas catch wind of this attack. Some things are best kept within the pack, better dealt with quietly, in the dead of night. Especially when it involved rogues. Two of my men lay injured, one barely clinging to life. Four rogue corpses littered the ground. Two nights in a row. That was unheard of. ‘They attacked out of nowhere, Morcos had said,’ Hunter spoke quietly in my head. Eric stormed toward me, blood trailing down his arm. "Alpha.” A curt nod followed. “What the hell happened?” “We were doing our usual patrol when they came out of the woods— the men barely had time to react. We managed to take down four, but one escaped. They... they were different." I raised an eyebrow. "Different how? Did they perhaps sprout wings and breathe fire?" The warrior flinched. "No, Alpha. Just... more coordinated.” “Did you track them? Or maybe the one that escaped?
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 27. An eye for an eye
WILLA’s POV “The priestess?" The old library keeper's wrinkled face creased further as he repeated. I nodded, my fingers absently stroking the rough edge of his counter. "Yes, is there one…, here?" My pack had one and I expect all packs to have one, but I'd never heard mention of one here. His lips parted, but no words came at first, his eyes searching mine as if trying to understand why I even had to ask. "Of course we do," he said slowly, as if explaining something obvious to a child. “Every pack has one at least.” "Where does she stay?" I leaned forward slightly, hoping my eagerness wasn't too apparent. "Uhm, ha, she…” he clicked his tongue, “She resides in the sacred grove." I frowned, trying to picture the location. Never heard the name, not like I ever left the packhouse. "How do I get there?" The keeper's lips pursed, deepening the lines around his mouth. "You don’t, child. At least not whenever you please.” His face lit up like he remembered something. “Ah
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 28. A pull
NOX’s POV “One is dead," Hunter’s voice drifted toward me as I descended into the dungeon. "They broke easier than I expected.” I glanced at him, noting the flecks of dried blood on his knuckles. "And?" We came to a stop in front of the cell. Marcos was maintaining his post at the corner. “Alpha,” he greeted. Inside, one body slumped against the bars. One of the two rogues was already dead, his body more of a broken heap on the floor. The other… barely clinging to life. “That one stays alive for now,” he said before I could ask. I looked at the rogue … if that would be called being alive ... I wondered. Hunter's lips curled in disgust. "Nothing but dogs, really. Claimed they didn't know who their leader was." I raised an eyebrow, skepticism etched into every line of my face. "You believe that?" "No," he scoffed, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the prisoners. "Though it is clear they don't know who the actual person controlling from the top is. But
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 29. A fluke
NOX’s POV His body thrashed, arms flailing wildly as he fought for air. The struggle sent waves crashing over the edge of the barrel, soaking the floor around us. With a snarl, I yanked his head back out. He gasped, each gulp of air wet and ragged, water streaming from his nose and mouth, his one good eye wild, bulging with terror. "Please... Alpha... I—" he sputtered, but I cut him off by forcing his head back under. He fought harder this time, legs kicking out, arms flailing as bubbles of air escaped him in a violent rush. Good. I pulled the guard's head up again, bringing his face close to mine. His breath came in ragged gasps, fear radiating off him in waves, fear of death that I so wanted to give him. "I swear... I'll—" "Shut up." The command silenced him instantly, his lips frozen mid-sentence. "You don't get to beg. You don't get to talk." I let my eyes rake over his pitiful form. Weak. Broken. How easily I could finish him. I could snap his neck a
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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
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 93. More surprises
Nox’s POV Chaos erupted instantly—chairs scraping, claws extending, growls filling the air. "What sorcery is this?" Kora leaped to her feet. "Guards, to arms!" "Whoa, whoa!" Vad raised his hands in mock surrender, his grin mirror-identical to my own, if I was in his shoes, which I wasn't. "Everybody hold on. I'm only here in an observing capacity. After all, the host is my brother, and this is still my house." "So that's how you do it," I mused, though I'd suspected his presence. Not this early, perhaps—but my brother had clearly mastered the art of concealment even more than before. "One lost brother fighting their kind," Kora snarled. "Unforgivable." I noticed Willa hadn't even flinched at Vad's appearance, and I wasn't sure if that pleased or concerned me. Vad's smile turned cruel. "Their kind? Oh, you mean the dark roams. Yet you all managed to defeat them. There are so few of them left, they're literally extinct." "Everyone calm down," I co
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 92. My Luna, My Woman
Nox’s POV "Alpha, they have all arrived." Hunter's voice carried a weight I hadn't heard in years.. I turned from the window where I'd been watching shadows lengthen across the courtyard. "Tell me, what time is it?" "The moon is just starting to appear." Hunter's eyes flickered to the darkening sky, then back to me. "A fitting hour for what's to come." "And everything is in place?" I kept my voice neutral, though my wolf prowled beneath my skin, eager for what lay ahead. Hunter shifted his weight, a tell from our childhood days that he wasn't entirely comfortable. "Yes... but I still think there's more to be done, given how high the stakes are tonight." His jaw tightened. "Too many bad ideas floating around." A smirk tugged at my lips. "Those bad ideas are what makes it exciting." I straightened my jacket. "The thrill of not knowing what's going to happen next." "You're beginning to scare me, Nox." The use of my name rather than my title spoke volumes
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 91. A letter
Nox’s POV The morning sun hadn't yet cleared the mountains when I turned to Hunter. "Triple the guards around the pack house." He nodded, falling into step beside me as we strode through the corridors. The events of the previous night—the cubs, the thrall's visit—had left an unsettling weight in my gut. "The cubs?" I asked, pausing at one of the tall windows overlooking the training grounds. "Fed, washed, and rested." Hunter's expression softened slightly. "Surprisingly resilient for what they've been through. Almost... eager." I filed that detail away for later consideration. "And our friend, the thrall?" "Paid and gone. I made sure he understood the wisdom of keeping his distance from our territory." A ghost of a smile touched Hunter's lips. "We won't be seeing Dick again." "Good." We emerged onto the main balcony, the morning air crisp with the promise of autumn. Below, guards patrolled in precise patterns, but I knew better than to trust in
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 90. I trust you
Nox’s POV The silk sheets whispered against my skin as I sank into my bed, muscles aching—being an Alpha was never the cushy job others imagined it to be. I unbuttoned my shirt, tossing it aside as my gaze drifted to my reflection in the mirror, noting the nearly faded scratch marks across my shoulder. Even though it’s been a day, I could still smell that distinct floral scent. My wolf prowled beneath my skin, unsatisfied with just her lingering presence. We both wanted more. "Can't remember the last time I turned in early," I muttered, my eyes drawn to the empty expanse of my bed. The last time I'd suggested she stay, she'd fixed me with that fierce look of hers—equal parts defiance and something darker that made my blood sing. Her refusal only made me want her more, and the goddess herself must be laughing at my predicament. A sharp knock interrupted my brooding. "Enter," I called out, not bothering to retrieve my shirt. Few would dare disturb me
