All Chapters of Missing Luna: She Is Mine: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ASHER’S POVThe unexpected sight of the witch, Tacha, sent a jolt of surprise through me. Her ageless beauty, as haunting as a moonlit night, was still intact. Her eyes, twin pools of otherworldly luminescence, bore into mine, and I wondered how many souls had been ensnared by their hypnotic gaze. But, thankfully, she wasn’t the flame that attracted my moth. Tacha was a venomous viper disguised as a harmless dove, and only a fool would mistake her for anything less than what she truly is - a witch.“Why are you here, Tacha?” I asked, my voice echoing through the silent expanse of my house. The air thickened with ancient magic as she stepped closer, her eyes resembling twin pools of obsidian. She feigned shock, dramatically placing her hand over her heart, before chiding me for my lack of hospitality. “Is that how you greet an old friend?”A chuckle escaped my lips as I retorted, “Tacha, you’re no friend of mine. State your business or leave.”Tacha nodded, her lips curving into a sa

LISA’S POVThe room was filled with the gentle aroma of chamomile tea, enveloping me like a warm hug. I was on the verge of savoring a sip of the tea, its steam twirling in the air, when the door creaked open.Silas, a figure of quiet strength, walked in. His eyes, a stormy sea of emotions, widened when he saw me standing there. His gaze moved briefly between Scarlett and me. He hurried to my side in a matter of seconds. His voice, laced with concern, broke the silence, “How are you feeling now that you’re awake?”I responded, my voice barely above a whisper, “I’m fine,” even though I still felt a bit weak. Silas, his gentleness contradict his rugged exterior, took the teacup from my hand. He set it aside, the ceramic surface clinking against the wooden table, and guided me back to the bed, his hand firm on my arm.“You need to rest,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “But I–” I want to protest, but Silas cut me off, “It’s Alpha Asher’s instruction.”I nodded, my head f

WRITER’S POVHer grip on him was surprisingly firm. Her eyes bore into his, and her voice carried an urgency that made him pause.“Will you be at the village festival tonight?” she asked, her fingers still gripping his wrist.Max blinked, taken aback by the sudden question. "Yes," he replied cautiously, "It’s an annual tradition. How about you?" He inquired, his eyes moving to settle on her injured leg.Her gaze dropped to her injured legs, wrapped in makeshift bandages. “I had planned to attend,” she confessed, “but now, I fear I won’t manage.”“Rest is wise,” Max advised. “You should stay home and take care of your leg and stepmother.”Her nod held both gratitude and something deeper—an unspoken plea. As he turned away, she tightened her grip on his wrist, her fingers cool against his skin as his pulse quickened.“Then I must warn you,” she said. “Listen carefully. You must leave before midnight strikes. If you and your brother want to survive, heed my warning.”Max furrowed his bro

ASHER’S POVSmoke filled the air, thick and suffocating, as I ventured into the remnants of the village. The homes, once full of life, were now partly burnt out, their wooden frames ravaged by the relentless fire. The fire seemed to mock the sky, its flames dancing and flickering as they ascended ever higher. The villagers huddled together, their fear palpable as they struggled for survival. Their eyes pleaded for aid, but their cries for help were drowned out by the noise. I surveyed the surroundings, absorbing every minute detail. The earth beneath my boots was scorched, drenched in blood, bearing silent testimony to the battle that had transpired here. Blood stained the stones, a vivid red marking the site of the fierce battle. The lifeless bodies of people and rogues were strewn about, their forms twisted and shattered in death’s final dance. The rogue wolves had shown no mercy, their claws and teeth carving a deadly trail. “Why would the rogues attack this peaceful village?” I

LISA’S POVAs the dawn of a new day broke, I found myself greeted by the morning sun, its rays shyly peeking through the window, bathing Asher’s room in a gentle, soft light. I blinked, casting away the remnants of sleep, my senses gradually adjusting to the unfamiliar yet comforting surroundings once again.The room was imbued with a sense of peace, a feeling like home. The scent of fresh pine wafted in from the open window, intertwining with the faint aroma of breakfast, serving as a subtle reminder of the world that lay beyond these walls.Back in my village, I was certain that many people would be working on their farms by now. My brothers, Max and Jax, could have me sit under the shade while they did most of the work themselves.I lay there, dreaming about my village, yearning to see my brothers once more. A knock at the door jolted me into full awareness. Panic surged in my chest as I wondered who it could be.Was Alpha Asher back from his trip, or was it Jonas? Silas had told m