All Chapters of Fake Vow, True Luna: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

NathanWith a heavy heart, I made my way to the Council building.The sun hadn’t fully risen yet, but the damage the marauders had done to the historic building was evident even in the early morning dim. The Council building, which had stood for generations as a symbol of our pack’s strength and unity, was now defaced.The entrance, which was built from the finest marbles, was vandalized with distasteful graffiti mocking our lineage. Windows which had withstood centuries of wear were shattered. Walking through the halls felt like traversing through a forgotten war zone, with every footprint echoing loss.I was met with the steely gazes of the three Elders—Mingan, Corbin, and Amara. Mingan’s silver hair, usually neatly pulled back, looked slightly disheveled. Corbin’s broad shoulders seemed more hunched than usual. And Amara’s normally sparkling eyes bore an angry fire.Behind them stood Freya, her auburn hair cascading over her shoulders. She was silent as usual, but her green eyes sp

OliviaThe faint echo of the twins’ soft breathing still played at the edge of my hearing as I stood before the heavy basement door. It felt like a threshold to another world, a realm holding the whispered secrets of the past. The cool touch of the doorknob in my hand was a stark contrast to the warm afterglow of the nursery.Slipping the baby monitor into my pocket, I descended the stairs. As I did, the memories of past visits to the basement, specifically my aunt’s secret archive, came rushing back.But I couldn’t start there. Not before I had tackled the mountain of boxes in the basement. Only then, if I couldn’t find the peridot, could I move on to the archive itself.The basement was a treasure trove of memories, a space where the past met the present. Each box seemed to have a story of its own, and as I sifted through costumes and toys from days gone by, I couldn’t help but get a little lost in the whirlwind of emotions that accompanied each item.In the midst of this exploratio

OliviaThere was still so much I didn’t know about this place, about my destiny. But when I stumbled upon the safe, cleverly hidden behind a painting in what once served as my aunt's private archive, it felt like I had unearthed a direct link to those secrets.The solid steel door, adorned with an electronic keypad, seemed oddly out of place against the aging wallpaper and dark mahogany bookshelves. I hesitated for a moment, tracing my fingers over the cold metal, contemplating the importance of what might lie within.“What are you hiding?” I whispered to it, my breath causing dust particles in the air to stir. Was the peridot inside? Was the peridot the second artifact?Trying a few generic combinations—birthdays, anniversaries, the current year—all yielded the same beeping refusal. The safe was locked tightly, and I didn’t know the passcode.Frustrated, I turned around to face the rest of the archive. The room felt bigger now that I knew what secrets it held, filled with shelves str

NathanBy the time the search party had disbanded, the first hints of sunset touched the horizon. The dense woods that had been the site of our search now seemed quieter, with most pack members returning home.Despite the tiring hunt, there was a satisfaction in knowing we had done our best to ensure the safety of the territory.As I approached the Council building, the structure stood tall and defiant against the vandalism from the night before.Pack members, both young and old, were scattered around the building, scrubbing off the harsh graffiti that marred its grand facade. I could feel their determination, their urge to erase every trace of the violation.Though my muscles screamed in protest, and exhaustion weighed down every limb, seeing them work so diligently reignited my resolve.Without hesitation, I joined the group, scrubbing alongside them. Each stroke of the brush felt like a declaration of resistance against those who sought to undermine us.The coarse texture of the br

OliviaThe sharp rapping echoed through the room like a forewarning, pulling both Nathan and me from our preparations. The sound was almost out of place in the tranquil ambiance created by the dim, candlelit room.My fingers tightened around the backpack that I was holding, and our eyes met, a torrent of unspoken questions passing between us.Before we could answer any of them, the old wooden door groaned open, revealing Angela and Levi, their silhouettes framed by the dim light from the hallway.Angela’s usually gentle hazel eyes flashed with a mix of hurt and anger, while Levi’s tall form seemed to loom more prominently than ever.As they entered, the scent of night air and salt from the ocean emanating from their clothes, a familiar smell in our coastal town, wafted in. It reminded me of simpler times, playing on the beach, chasing after the gulls. But now, that moment was marred by the tension building in the room.Angela’s voice pierced the heavy silence, her tone accusatory and