All Chapters of IM THE LUNA: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The sky outside Purple Moon village was still gray, a sign that snow would fall again at any moment. Inside the warm healing room, the atmosphere remained tense even though the physical threat had passed. Altair stood by the window, his gaze blank through the misty glass. Enne lay unconscious, surrounded by the sharp yet soothing scent of herbs. Lynx, Enne's inner wolf, did not even make a sound.The healer was busy mixing herbs with quick but measured movements. Altair could only watch from a distance, his heart filled with an indefinable sense of anxiety.Andhara's name kept echoing in his mind, like a thorn piercing deep. Altair remembered the first time he faced Andhara. It was not a battle like tonight, but an encounter carefully designed by Andhara.At that time, Andhara deliberately provoked Altair to make the man almost pounce on him by turning into a wolf, unfortunately Enne was still there with them, it was the first time Enne saw Altair's transformation into a wolf, and of

The Stella-led pack was still wrapped in the quiet of the morning when Altair and Devota spoke in the small meeting room. The soft scent of firewood wafted through the air, but the tension between them was more pronounced than the calm atmosphere outside. Stella had left to oversee the departure preparations, while Devota began her report with a serious face."The village is recovering," Devota said, opening the conversation. Her voice was calm but there was an urgent tone behind it. "The damage from the last attack has been repaired, and the warriors you assigned have maintained security well. But..."Altair raised an eyebrow, gesturing for Devota to continue."But this can't last," Devota admitted. "They need you there, Alpha. Your presence is important to maintain morale. The pack members are starting to get restless."Altair leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing. "What's making them uneasy?"Devota let out a long breath, then looked directly into Altair's eyes. "Rumors abou

The night sky was filled with thick clouds that obscured the moonlight, creating a dark atmosphere over the Altair pack territory. Snow fell slowly, wrapping the ground in a cold white layer. Although the night seemed quiet, the air around the pack was filled with a palpable tension.Altair stood tall in the center of the main field, his body enveloped in a powerful Alpha aura. In front of him, the warriors were ready with weapons in hand and spirits high. Their eyes looked confident, even though they knew great danger was approaching."Alpha," Devota's voice broke the silence, "They are approaching from the north. We count them much more numerous than the previous attack."Altair nodded slowly, his gaze fixed on the dark forest. "Maintain the front line. Don't let them pass through the gate. I will lead from the front."Devota saluted, then moved quickly to give orders to the warriors.Meanwhile, inside the healer's house, Enne sat restlessly on his bed. His body still felt weak, but

Altair stood on the sill of the large window of his room, looking out over the forest covered in morning mist. His mind was still dwelling on one name: Dawn. That name carried not only memories, but also wounds that had yet to fully heal. After hearing Enne's confession the night before, her heart was filled with feelings that were difficult to express."How did Andhara know that name?" muttered Altair softly, almost inaudibly.The door to the room opened slowly. Stella stepped in with a serious expression, unlike usual. The girl always seemed to relax or even tease Altair with her little taunts, but this time she was just as agitated."You're not asleep yet, Altair?" asked Stella, her voice soft yet firm.Altair shook his head. "It's hard to sleep after hearing that name. Dawn..."Stella pulled out a wooden chair near Altair's desk and sat down. She looked at Altair intently before finally saying, "We need to talk seriously about this. I can't stop thinking about it since last night

The sky was beginning to turn golden when Lyra arrived at the courtyard of Altair's pack. Her steps were soft, but every movement exuded an authority that made everyone around fall silent. The pack members who happened to be on the move stopped for a moment, paying their respects to the old woman.However, Lyra's attention was only on one thing: her granddaughter, Enne.Enne, who was sitting on the veranda with Stella, immediately got up upon seeing the figure she missed so much. Her eyes widened, her breath caught, and without thinking, she ran to Lyra."Grandma!" she exclaimed in a voice full of emotion.Lyra smiled gently, opening her arms to welcome Enne's embrace. When her grandson's tiny body landed in her arms, Lyra stroked Enne's hair with deep affection."I'm back, my dear," Lyra said, her voice full of warmth.Enne hugged her tightly, as if he didn't want to let go. Tears streamed down her cheeks. "I missed you so much, Gran. I... I was afraid something would happen to you t