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Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 36. The risk we have to take
NOX’s POV "Rogues of Amberfall," I called out, my voice echoing in the suddenly silent space as I slowly circled around with the lads. A cruel smile played on my lips as I added, "How shall we begin?" I let my gaze sweep over the gathering crowd. They were more numbered than I'd calculated, but that only made this more interesting. I could hear some of them whimpering, and my grin widened, baring my teeth in a wolfish display. An elderly man stepped forward, his shoulders squared despite the weariness that showed in every wrinkle lining his face. He was their leader, or at least, they thought him so. I could see it in the way he held himself—a pride that had much foundation. He may look weak, but killing him will shatter much. I envy that. "Why have you come to our territory?" His voice was rough, gravelly, but steady. A stick clutched in his grip to support his weight. I turned to the two boys at my side, giving them a gentle smile that didn't reach my eyes. Maybe
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 37. Not again!
WILLA’s POV The sun beat down mercilessly as I approached the training grounds. It had been a day since I last saw him—the brooding, impossible Alpha. He was off, chasing down the rogues that had been causing trouble, no doubt using every method at his disposal to corner them. We hadn’t spoken since that day in his study, when everything shifted. His pack might be on fire with everything going on, but little by little, the pieces were coming together. At least for me. And now, the weight of who I was, the curse lingering over my head… it was time I learned how to stop it. My wolf may have been absent for so long—dormant, hiding—but recently, I could feel her stirring again. Not fully present, but there, hovering just beneath the surface. A flicker of hope I couldn’t yet decipher, but it was enough. Enough to make me think that maybe I wasn’t completely lost. And Nox had mentioned I could see the priestess when he returned … he was busy at the training ground, I was told, bu
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 38. What have I done?
Nox’s POV Curse the Moon Goddess. What was this woman doing to me? I might have been teasing her, playing the usual game I did, but damn it if she didn’t have a way of messing with my head, too. The way her face flushed, trying to bite back some retort she thought would sting, the way her lips twitched, fighting not to smile or snap. She could mask it all she wanted, but I saw through every twitch, every flicker of emotion. I was about to say something, maybe push her buttons a little more, when she tensed. The shift was subtle but unmistakable. Her whole body stiffened when my groin pressed against her stomach. The playful smirk I’d been wearing fell away, replaced by confusion. And then I saw it. Her face… contorted. Like she’d just seen a ghost, or worse, a nightmare pulled from the depths of her mind. Those amber eyes glowed—faintly, but enough to tell me her wolf had surfaced, even if only for a moment. And then, as quickly as the glow had appeared, it vanished. She scra
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 39. The priestess
Willa’s POV The water pounded down, cold and biting, soaking through my clothes and numbing my skin. But I barely felt it. My knuckles were raw, split open from where I had pounded them again and again into the bathroom wall. Blood mixed with the water, swirling down the drain, but I didn’t care. It wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough. I let out another scream, raw and guttural, the sound tearing from my throat like it could somehow exorcise the chaos inside me. But it didn’t. It never did. I hit the wall again, harder this time, feeling the sting of bone against the tile. My breath came in sharp, uneven gasps, my chest heaving as the weight of everything pressed down on me. Why couldn’t I just be normal? “Why?!” Why couldn’t I be free of this…curse, of these nightmares that now haunted me in the day just as much as they did in the dark? The dagger I’d brought in with me lay discarded on the floor, the edge catching the dim light as it glistened with the water poolin
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 40. In love
WILLA’s POV I hissed through clenched teeth as Gaia dabbed alcohol on the open wound, the burn searing against my skin. “Sorry," Gaia murmured. Her hands were gentle, but the touch still made me flinch. "I know it hurts, but it's necessary.” She had been waiting outside the library when I stumbled out. I hadn’t even noticed her at first, standing there quietly in the fading light, until she offered to help. The alcohol bit into my skin again, and I hissed once more, squeezing my eyes shut as I tried to ignore the pain. "I’m still," I muttered, though my body was tense, every muscle coiled like a spring ready to snap. "You’re still... wincing every time I touch you," Gaia countered, amused. She applied another dab of alcohol to the wound, and I sucked in a sharp breath. "You may heal faster as wolves, but it still needs proper treatment. You should know that by now." Her words twisted something near my heart, something that made me want to lash out and hide all
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 41. Permission
Nox’s POV The moment the priestess disappeared into the night, I felt my wolf stir beneath my skin. He was restless, hungry for answers, and the longer I denied him, the harder it became to keep him at bay. My fists clenched at my sides, nails digging into my palms as I forced myself to stay still. It had been a test of patience, standing there at my study, watching as she went to speak with her. I had wanted to be there. To listen in, to see the way her eyes flashed, the way her lips tightened when the priestess spoke of the curse. But I couldn't risk it. Not now, not when the balance between us was already hanging by a thread. And now I watched as the priestess left, knowing all that there is, all that she told, and feels wildly fucking mangled by it. I’d never felt the need to crush an entire pack. “Fuck.” I glanced up, the last traces of sunlight swallowed by the horizon, leaving only the cold kiss of twilight. Hunter should have reached the target by now. Any
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 42. Failed ambush
Willa’s POV I shouldn’t have snapped at him. The thought gnawed at me, sharp and unrelenting, as I watched Nox’s back retreat down the hall. He’d been stiff from the moment I let him in, like he hadn’t been the one to come to my door in the first place. Something about him felt different tonight, and instead of asking why, I lashed out. Typical. But the truth was, I hated the idea of him touching me again. Not because I didn’t want it—goddess, that was the problem. I wanted it too much. I couldn’t trust myself around him, not after everything. I couldn’t lose someone else. Not again. My heart tightened as I recalled the flicker in his eyes when I’d snapped. I hadn’t meant to, but it came out like a reflex. I hated myself for it. I clenched my fists, shaking the thought away, and followed after him. Luckily, he didn’t protest when I asked to come along, didn’t question me, or try to put me in my place like I had expected. That was something, at least. But even so,
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 43. The plan
Willa’s POV His tall frame loomed over me, one hand gripping the blood-stained arrow. The flickering lamplight cast half his face in darkness, accentuating the sharp angles of his jaw and the intensity in his midnight eyes. "Are you certain of this?" Nox's voice was low, almost a growl. His gaze bore into mine, searching for any hint of doubt. "That whoever you plan to use can find him?" He wasn’t questioning my ability, or trying to know who it was I would be using, not exactly. It was more than that. I tilted my chin up, holding his gaze, refusing to let him see the sliver of doubt I kept buried deep inside. "You do not believe I can?" Nox's nostrils flared slightly as he drew in a deep breath. A muscle in his jaw ticked, then relaxed. "I don't doubt you." His voice softened, barely above a whisper. "I'm only... worried." "Then give me the arrow," I said, holding out my hand. My fingers trembled slightly, and I hoped he wouldn't notice. I could almost see the in
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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
