All Chapters of The Lunar prophecy : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Third person POV In Nevada's dark forest, two werewolves stood facing each other, their eyes locked in a tense stare. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. Their chests rose and fell with slow, deliberate breaths. The silence between them was heavy with unspoken words, and the trees loomed above, as if waiting for something to happen.The first wolf's voice trembled with a mix of fear and hostility as he asked, "What do you want from me?" His eyes darted back and forth, searching for any sign of deception or hidden motives.The second wolf's grin grew wider, his tongue clicking with excitement. "I'm proposing an alliance, a partnership that could benefit us both. We share a common enemy, the Council. Why don't we join forces and take them down together?"The first wolf's skepticism was evident in his raised eyebrow and narrowed eyes. He glared at the second wolf, his tail twitching with agitation. "I don't understand you," he growled, his voice laced wit

Chapter 34Third person POVKatherine felt her soul slipping away as she opened her eyes to find a white-haired girl standing before her. The pungent scent of magic wafted through the air, unmistakable evidence that this stranger was a witch."How did she get here?" Katherine muttered to herself, alarm creeping into her voice.The witch, Amelia, flashed a mischievous smile, though her eyes remained cold. "Little omega, don't fret; I'm not an enemy unless you want me to be."Katherine's gaze darted frantically around the room, searching for an escape route, but the door was sealed shut. Her luck had run out."My name is Amelia," the witch continued, her tone turning serious. "I was sent to warn you."Katherine's confusion deepened, her brow furrowed. What could this witch possibly want to warn her about? She was just an omega, after all.Amelia scoffed, as if she'd heard Katherine's thoughts, but chose not to elaborate."Beware of foes who pose as friends," Amelia cautioned. "Even thos

Third person POV The sun cast its golden rays through the uncovered windows, illuminating the room. Katherine and Nathaniel lay entwined in his bed, lost in a deep slumber. The murmur of packmates outside gradually penetrated Katherine's consciousness, and she stirred.Blinking slowly, Katherine adjusted to the bright light. "Damn, we forgot to close the curtains," she whispered, her voice husky from sleep.As she turned toward Nathaniel, his warm breath and intoxicating scent enveloped her. His hand still wrapped possessively around her waist, holding her close. Katherine's thoughts drifted to the previous night, and a delicate blush spread across her cheeks.Though they hadn't crossed any boundaries, Nathaniel's desire for her was undeniable. The gentle caress of his tongue on her skin, the tender bite marks on her neck – not a mate mark, just a playful claim – left her tingling.Katherine's heart skipped a beat as Nathaniel stirred, his growl rumbling deep in his chest. Fearing hi

Third person POV The house was dead silent as Emilia sat in her room, alone and isolated. She couldn't muster the courage to face her parents' venomous words downstairs.Contrary to most people's belief, Emilia had no friends apart from Nathaniel. But with the current rift between her and Katherine, being around Nathaniel felt awkward.Emilia sighed, chugging down a bottle of wine. The alcohol numbed her problems, offering temporary escape.The noise downstairs signaled her parents' return from work. Emilia's anxiety spiked, knowing she couldn't hide from their wrath."Where is that good-for-nothing child?" her mother screamed, storming upstairs.Mrs. Thompson burst into Emilia's room, laughter erupting at the sight of her drunk daughter."You're so foolish to think wine will wash away your idiocy," Mrs. Thompson taunted.Emilia slurred, "Mom, please...I just need to rest." She pushed the wine bottle off her bed and lay down quietly.Mrs. Thompson's smirk grew wicked. She rushed down

NATHANIEL POV Fifteen years ago;"Get out, you worthless child!" my mother shrieked, her voice dripping with venom as she hurled my clothes onto the frozen ground. Tears streamed down my face, mingling with the chill of the night air, as I wrapped my trembling arms around my shivering body."Mama, please," I begged, desperate, cracking my voice. "It's freezing outside, and Naomi is sick. She needs warmth and care." I clutched my seven-year-old sister tightly to my chest, trying to shield her from the cold and our mother's cruelty.But my mother's expression twisted into a snarl, her eyes blazing with a drunken fury. She slammed the door shut, leaving us to face the unforgiving night alone.This was our reality, a never-ending cycle of abuse and neglect. Whenever she indulged in her favorite poison, our home transformed into a battleground. The packmates, our supposed community, turned a blind eye to our suffering. They'd grown numb to our parents' toxic behavior, their indifferenc