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Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 63. Shifting suspicion
Nox's POV Hunter appeared at the doorway just as I made to leave. "He came alone." I frowned, the unease prickling at my instincts like a thorn under my skin. Eamon is always slippery, always calculating. “No one else made it through?” Hunter shook his head. "No one. Just him this time." I snorted, a low, derisive sound. “Alone. How convenient.” Eamon was never alone unless he had an angle to play. “What about his wife?” “Didn’t bring her,” Hunter replied, eyes flicking to the direction of the chamber where Eamon waited. “That bastard’s never been this... fishy.” “Maybe struggling to keep a title that isn’t his finally made him slippery enough,” I muttered, walking down the hallway. "Should’ve turned him away at the border," Hunter muttered. “Would’ve saved us all this headache.” A smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth. "That would’ve tipped him off. He came here to learn something. Whatever it was. We send him back now, and we’re playing what
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 64. Information and service
Nox’s pov “What is it?” I demanded of Hunter as I reached him by the ground hall. “The rogues.” He simply said. I narrowed my gaze, weighing the possibility of another attack. No, that wasn’t it. Not this soon. “What happened?” “One’s dying. He’s refused to eat for days now, and we can’t risk taking him to the infirmary without raising suspicion.” “Then get Viktor. Have him meet you at the dungeon,” I ordered. “I’ll be there once I’m done with the spy.” Hunter hesitated, his eyes flicking to me. “Is Draven on duty for you? I haven’t seen him. Surprised you didn’t send him to track the rogues’ camp.” That too—his absence was starting to drag on too long. Something twisted in my gut. “He’s at Moonveil Pack, keeping an eye on Eamon. Tracking his moves and... a few other things. But now that you mention it, his silence is concerning.” Hunter’s jaw tightened. He was thinking what I was—if Draven had been discovered, the consequences would be severe.
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 65. The late Luna
Willa’s POV “Is the Alpha alright?” Gaia’s voice cut through the stillness like a blade, jolting me from my thoughts. I blinked, focusing on her. “What?” I stammered, still shaken. “Why do you ask?” She tilted her head, studying me, her brow furrowed in quiet suspicion. “You look... off. Like something happened. Was there an attack?” “No,” I answered too quickly, my throat tightening. I forced a calmness I didn’t feel. “There’s no attack. Everything’s fine.” Gaia wasn’t buying it. Her eyes narrowed, though her posture relaxed slightly as she leaned against the railing, arms folded. “You seem... closer to him now.” Heat flared up my neck and into my cheeks. I could feel it spread across my face, betraying me. I turned away, swallowing hard as I tried to push down the flush rising in my skin. “It’s not like that,” I said quickly, my voice stiff. “It’s... just political. A bargain.” Her lips twitched into a half-smile, but she didn’t press the issue. B
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 66. Nice to meet again
Nox’s POV I sat behind my desk, the small note in my hand like a ticking bomb. One single line, scrawled hastily, almost like an afterthought. Hunter stood in front of me, his arms crossed, eyes narrowed as he leaned forward slightly, reading the strain on my face. "What does it say?" he asked, his voice low and cautious. I ran a thumb over the paper, crumpling it slightly. "He wants to meet," I sighed, throwing the note down on the desk. "At the lake." Hunter’s brow furrowed, and he ran a hand through his blonde hair, the gesture revealing his unease. "Are you serious?" His voice was sharp now, disbelief coloring his tone. "And you're going to go?" I nodded, even though every part of me rebelled at the thought. "I have to." Hunter exhaled loudly. "You think this is smart? After all this time, Vad suddenly asks for a meet-up. That doesn't feel like a red flag to you? It's not like him, Nox. He’s never done this before. Why now?" I groaned, leani
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 67. Not so pleasant
Willa's POV My heart pounded, heavy and frantic, as if it were trying to escape my chest. But it wasn’t fear of getting killed that caused the turmoil—it was what I’d just learned. Two of them. Two Noxs. I stared at the pair of Alpha males before me, identical in every way that mattered. The same sharp jawline, the same arrogant smirk. No one had warned me just how alike they were. Damn it. I’d just learned of him having a sibling today. If I hadn’t followed Nox here, I wouldn’t know which was the Alpha of the pack and which wasn’t. Twins. I should have guessed this morning when I found out about his brother. But seeing them side by side… it was terrifying. Nox stood between me and the other—the one with the dark glint in his eye that sent a shiver down my spine. His smile, that smile—I’d seen it before. In my first days here, and even a week ago when I thought Nox was just being his usual arrogant self. But no, this wasn’t Nox. This was Vad. The banished bro
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 68. Vad
Nox’s POV “Don’t take another step toward her,” I ground out, my voice low and edged with warning. Vad ignored, not the slightest bit concerned. He kept his eyes on Willa, and something inside me snapped. He stood just barely two steps away, his shoulders loose, his face a mask of casual disdain. But I knew better. I could see it—the flicker of madness behind his eyes, that ever-present hunger lurking in his smirk. If our roles were reversed, if he had to deal with half of what I had, he would’ve burned this place to the ground by now. Hell, he’d have lit the match himself, grinning while the flames swallowed everything whole. But that’s the difference between us. I keep my control. I have to. My wolf, however, was another story. It growled, scraping at my skin, desperate to be unleashed, but I held it in check. Barely. It took everything I had not to lunge at Vad as he smirked, his gaze shifting—drifting too close to her, and my chest tightened, heat rising i
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 68. An unusual Nox
Willa’s POV Nox’s study was much suffocating this time and I wasn't sure which was better. The woods or here. He wasn’t calm—not even close. I wasn’t either. Hunter stood by the door, his presence careful, watching us with a hawk’s eye. I could feel his unease. He knew better than to interrupt when things were this volatile, I haven't seen Nox this—this apprehensive or furious before… it frightened me more than I would have liked. His face had twisted into something horrible in the woods. And I’d never known such fear. But at least now I knew who Vad is. Now I knew there were two of them. And that madness may show up anytime. Nonetheless, Hunter voiced his words. “Alpha... while you were gone, the pack received a message from your brother, Vad.” There was no hiding that fact from me again. That Vad was the Alpha’s brother. And I wondered why I never asked about the identity of Vad before. Damn, the heavens. “What did he say?” His fa
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Nox's POV I wanted to turn around, head back to Willa—damn her—and face whatever storm I left brewing between us. But Vad had been right, despite his intentions. “This is a monumental hour for us,” he drawled. The rogue leader sat across on a mismatched fine wood, his grin wide and slimy. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction, though I doubted he had any reason to feel victorious just yet. But who could tell? "Really? How so?" I asked, my tone flat, though my eyes never left him. He was thinner than I expected, with greasy hair slicked back and a face that might’ve once been handsome, had cruelty not carved it into something monstrous. His lips pulled back in a smirk, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "We barely receive Alphas as guests. And certainly not one with your… reputation." His fingers tapped rhythmically on the armrest of his chair. “Oh, the rumors don’t do you justice. Twice in a row now... you must be desperate.” A short laugh escaped me, dry
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Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 101. Pig headed men
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Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 100. What killed Kael
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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
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Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 96. Why do the wrong ones suffer?
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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
