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Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 82. Chit-chat
Willa’s POV “Davina, darling,” Vad drawled, his voice a lazy purr. “Could you pass the loaf?” Davina handed him the bread, her gaze flickering my way just briefly. She was quiet, but her loyalty to him was clear in every careful movement, like a shadow that refused to be shaken. “How’s your soup?” Vad asked, his attention settling on me. “It’s... fine,” I muttered, barely touching it, just tracing the rim of the bowl with my spoon. Vad’s brow arched. “You’ve barely taken a bite. Davina put a lot of effort into it, you know. You wouldn’t want to insult her.” “Or maybe it’s poisoned,” I replied flatly, meeting his gaze without a shred of humor. A sudden, sharp thud echoed through the room as Davina, seated further down the table, slammed her fist down and stood, her face darkened with offense. Without a word, she stalked over, picked up my bowl, swapped it with her own, and sat back down, resuming her meal without so much as a glance my way.
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 83. A different reason
Nox’s POV “The Alphas meeting is in a few days. I understand the urgency in searching for her, but we’re stretched thin—it’s been two days now.” I clenched my jaw, pacing a short line across my office. “I know, Hunter. Believe me, I know.” My voice was strained, though I tried to keep it steady. Damn Vad. He’d covered his tracks too well, leaving only decoys—paths he knew I’d waste my time following. The bastard probably enjoyed watching me fumble along his false trails, all while she was out there, somewhere, alone—with him. He wanted me chasing shadows, wasting time. And here I was, playing right into his hands. Damn it. My chest tightened at the thought, anger twisting with something ugly. I took a slow breath, reaching for the bond I shared with her, the one she was still yet to notice. The faint, unmistakable pulse of her life was still there, steady and unbroken. She was alive. That much, at least, I knew. But beyond that, I couldn’t tell if she was hu
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 84. Giddy
Willa’s POV I hadn’t fully settled since Nox left, and now Astrid was here. She’d given enough words about what was going on in Moonviel minutes ago when she arrived. But I knew that wasn't the reason she returned. It was apparent. “So, you're okay?" she finally asked, her voice carrying that calmness I'd grown familiar with. "I heard what happened." "Yeah, I'm good. It's all good." This was precisely why I'd declined Nox's offer to move closer to his quarters. Astrid's comings and goings required privacy, and while Nox suspected her existence wasn't entirely off the table anymore, that particular revelation needed a more appropriate time. A timing that, ironically, felt increasingly imminent. Finally, she pulled back her hood, her red hair catching the light. "No, it's not good," she countered, her voice dropping lower. "How did he get into the pack house in the first place? No one saw anything suspicious, no one heard anything?" I stood, needing
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 85. Getting acquainted
Nox’s POV I had sensed the presence before—there was no doubt in my mind that this visitor was the same one I'd detected at the rogue camp, trailing me like a shadow. The exact same person. And they were acquainted, Willa and this presence. I have my judges though, of who they were. She'd been clever in keeping them from me, but if I'm being honest, it only lasted this long because I allowed it. I'd given her command of her own secrets, and to tell the truth, she'd used that freedom well. Made her demands with it. "No one," she said, those eyes of hers steady on mine. "I don't have a visitor." Even now she lied, though I'd expected as much. She wasn't going to give up whoever it was easily. I couldn't help but smile—I had to admire her little performance, even as it frustrated me. "Not a visitor..." I leaned against her doorframe, watching her carefully. "But I've sensed this presence before. I've perceived this scent before... never too far from you, and
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 86. You
Willa’s POV I watched Astrid adjust the hood Nox had provided—no more sneaking through windows and shadows. The thought should have been comforting, but something heavy settled in my chest as she prepared to leave. "I know that look," Astrid said, her orange eyes catching mine in the mirror as she secured the nose veil. It hung loose now, but would soon hide all but those predator's eyes. "You're worrying." "Of course, I'm worrying." I moved closer, reaching out to adjust a fold in her new attire—perfectly fitted for stealth and combat, unlike the clothes I'd pulled earlier. "You're capable, Astrid. More than capable. But..." I swallowed past the lump in my throat. "You're more than just someone fighting beside me in this quest. You're my sister in everything but blood." A slight softening around her eyes betrayed her affected state, though she tried to mask it with a scoff. "Why so emotional? This isn't how you usually act when I leave for a mission." "I'm no
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 87. Greedy
Willa’s POV His eyes locked with mine. "...truth is that I wanted to follow in his footsteps."I smiled, and when I stroked him a third time, I tightened my grip deliberately, letting my nails graze the sensitive underside of his shaft. His hips arced off the chair, and I pinned a hand to them. “I see,” I murmured, and did it again. Harder still, twisting my fist as I reached the round head. When Nox tried to arch into my touch again, I kept him pinned with my other hand. “And that…”I purred, head lowering. “Did it work out for you?” A sharp hiss escaped him as I ran my tongue across his impressive tip, dipping into the small slit. I licked up the small bead of moisture already gathered there. Everything in my body turned molten; a surge of wetness slicked between my thighs as the taste of him filled my mouth, salt and something more, something vital. “Dear Mother,” Nox cursed. And the words, the groan they were borne on, were so delicious that I su
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 88. Nox’s secrets
Willa’s POV "Good evening," Hunter's voice cut through the tense atmosphere of the study, his tone carrying that infuriatingly measured calm he was known for. I watched his eyes flick briefly to me before deliberately looking away. Smart wolf. It was clear he’d picked up on the heavy scent that clung to the room, that clung to me—Nox’s scent, mingled with mine, a claim of territory that made my skin prickle. He’d interrupted something very personal, and if he felt any discomfort, he was hiding it well beneath a composed exterior. …everyone knew how territorial Alphas could be, and Nox wasn't excluded. “Alpha,” Hunter said, his voice maddeningly calm, as if he were strolling into a casual meeting. I could see the barely-there twitch at the corner of his mouth, the only hint he knew exactly what he’d walked in on. The muscle in Nox's jaw twitched as he stared down his Beta. His hand was still on the desk where he’d been gripping it hard moments ago. His eyes n
Howl of the Cursed Luna Chapter 89. Rogue camp
Astrid’s POV "What's in that direction?" The taller of Nox's men asked, his finger pointing toward the center of the rogue camp. His voice held a careful neutrality that made my teeth itch. Spies trying to play casual always did. "That's where they keep the prisoners." I kept my own voice flat, even as my eyes tracked the movement of guards below. The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the camp, perfect for counting patrols without being spotted. It had taken us nearly a day to get here. Something I would have achieved in hours, alone. I’d metal signaled my wolf to stay at a much distance. "Right in clear view? At the heart of the camp?" The disbelief in his voice almost made me smile. Almost. "They do it to deter sympathizers," I explained, brushing a strand of red hair from my face. "Everyone sees if you try to help them. No sneaking around when you're in plain sight of the entire camp. Get caught, and you're shunned—if you're lucky." The st
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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
