All Chapters of Return of the rejected white she luna : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Liam POVAn early warning of the approaching storm was the bone-chilling night air. I moved around our domain, my senses sharpened, ready to spot the first hint of peril that may jeopardize the fragile calm we had worked so hard to preserve.A silent observer of the anguish that had dogged the Nightwalkers for far too long, the moon hung large in the sky overhead. Though I knew better than to let complacency to take root, we had come out on top, our relationships strengthened in the furnace of hardship.Because there were those out there who would want to take advantage of our weakness, to overthrow our honorable pack and destroy what we had accomplished. The rogues were always on guard, their lust for turmoil and strife unquenchable. They had abandoned the holy ways of our kind.A deep growl sounded in my throat as I detected the strong reminder that our land had been invaded the smell of intruders on the breeze. My hackles stiffened and I experienced the usual rush of adrenaline, a

Athena POVWe had paid a terrible price for our victory against the rogues, as evidenced by the pungent smell of blood and smoke. My heart hurt with every agonized scream and every pathetic whimper that reverberated through the still night as I moved along the ranks of the tired and injured.These were my pack, my family, and the brutal reality of the battle that had raged only hours before left their features scarred. Their eyes possessed by the memory of the barbarism they had been made to unleash in order to protect our area, ashes and bite scars crisscrossed their once pristine fur.Seeing the dead, their bodies arranged in solemn repose, a mute monument to the sacrifices they had made in the sake of loyalty and unity, a low sharp escaped my lips. There were veterans and novices, seasoned fighters and young dogs who had never experienced the brutality of combat.My courageous and determined son Hendrix watched over the fallen, his eyes lifeless and eerie. The scar on his muzzle bu

Drystan POVEven the most experienced of fighters could not resist the heady combination of adrenaline and raw hunger that filled the air. I could not suppress a surge of pride as I looked over the ranks of my pack, their eyes blazing with a ferocious purpose.These were not simple brutes motivated by an uncontrollably violent and chaotic desire. No, these were fighters, molded by innumerable conflicts and with the hard reality of our planet tormenting their spirits. And today they would be the front line of our attack, the scouts that would break the rogues' will and send them running back to the shadows from where they had emerged.I looked at our new friends, the Nightwalkers, and let out a low growl. In the front of his pack stood Sebastian, their alpha, his massive form exuding an almost tangible sense of power and dominance.For years our packs had been fierce rivals, fighting it out for territory and supremacy. Now, though, we had been compelled to put aside our differences and

Liam POVAfter we beat the rogues, things got really busy. The air was heavy with the metallic tang of blood and the stench of effort, bodies were hauled and ay, and the injured were attended to. My gaze was never off Sebastian and his companion Athena. They exuded a strong energy even smeared with blood and dirt. When Sebastian saw the wolves gathered ours and those of our recently acquired allies his frame seemed to swell with pride. Standing tall too, Athena threw poisonous glances at everyone who ventured to gaze at her, one hand resting safely on her round belly.Sebastian lifted a hand to demand stillness as the hum started to fade. He said in a voice that reverberated across the battlefield as the last snarl faded."Today we rejoice in our common victory over a force that threatened to tear us apart, brothers and sisters." That certainty was in his eyes. But we have to stay alert and united even as we celebrate this hard-earned win."Agreeable nods sprang out of the assembly.

Hendrix POVThree years. That had been the length of time since the terrible evening my parents, the wonderful Alpha Sebastian and Luna Athena, had gathered Anna and me to announce their amazing news. Our family was going to get a new puppy soon.Processing the news that a newborn sibling was on the way was, to put it mildly, difficult when I was just eleven years old. The idea excited me uncontrollably on the one hand; it was like having a lifetime friend and ally built right in. But I also couldn't get rid of a nagging feeling of anxiety at witnessing the family dynamic I had known my entire life irreparably change in front of me. Would everyone get enough love and attention? Or would this newcomer just tip everything over?It's hard for me to understand how I ever worried three years later. For Jaxon Ezra Stone became the glue that held our family together more firmly than ever before, from the day he was born in a whirlwind of passionate wails and my mother's relieved laughter.