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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
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 44. Pack duty
Willa’s POV The woven basket swung gently between Gaia and me as we made our way through the pack grounds. Filled to the brim with an array of colorful fruits, it had been Gaia's idea – a suggestion that had caught me off guard. "It's the better way to visit," she'd explained. "A small gesture can mean so much." I’d lived so long surrounded by harshness that I had forgotten such courtesies even existed. Offering a basket of bruits to anyone wasn’t something that crossed my mind. Every so often, I found myself glancing over my shoulder, half-expecting one of Nox’s guards to be trailing us, but the road behind us remained empty. No sign of anyone following. Guards at least. "Do you think he sent someone to follow us?" I asked Gaia. She shook her head, brown curls bouncing in the sunlight. "I don't think so. The border wall's nearly finished, and more guards are stationed there now. Maybe he has more security within the pack instead." I hummed noncommittally. Someon
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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?
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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
