All Chapters of The Lunar prophecy : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Third person POV Katherine's eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness, her senses stirring. The silence was oppressive, a clear indication that Nathaniel had already departed for his office. His absence left a hollow feeling, but she pushed aside the longing.Today marked the beginning of her training, and Katherine's nerves hummed with anticipation. She trusted Nathaniel implicitly, knowing he would guide her through the challenges ahead.With a quiet resolve, Katherine headed to the bathroom to start her morning routine. The warm shower washed away the remnants of sleep, but her mind remained alert.As she dressed, Katherine's thoughts drifted to Nathaniel. What would today's training entail? Would she be able to keep up?Returning to the room, Katherine halted, her gaze locking onto a figure on the couch.Amelia.Katherine's face lit up with a warm smile as she spotted Amelia. It had been weeks since their last encounter, and Katherine had missed the witch's guidance."Good morning,

Third person POVAs they drove for hours into the downtown area, Katherine's excitement grew. She couldn't help but wonder what Nathaniel had planned for their special evening. The city lights blurred together, a colorful tapestry outside the car window.Finally, they arrived at a beautiful garden, tucked away from the bustling streets. Nathaniel led Katherine through the entrance, and she gasped in awe.The garden was transformed into a romantic haven. Soft moonlight filtered through the trees, casting an ethereal glow. Thousands of flowers – roses, lilies, and carnations – bloomed around them, filling the air with sweet fragrances.Katherine's eyes sparkled as she turned to Nathaniel. "This is breathtaking," she whispered.Nathaniel smiled, pleased with himself. "I wanted tonight to be special."As they strolled through the garden, Katherine's wonder grew. The setting was straight out of a fairy tale.She stopped beside a serene pond, its surface reflecting the starry sky. Nathani

Third person POV A week had passed since the brutal attack on the Woodland Pack. The injured warriors had recovered, their wounds now scarred reminders of the trauma. The pack had laid to rest the two fallen wolves, their memories honored in a somber ceremony.However, the tension within the pack remained palpable, a heavy fog that clung to every surface. Carolina's venomous words had infected the air, spreading dissent."Nathaniel's distraction is evident," Carolina declared, her voice dripping with malice, during a gathering of senior pack members. "His infatuation with the omega has clouded his judgment."Nathaniel's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. "That's enough, Carolina."But she continued, relentlessly. "If he hadn't been so enamored, perhaps he would have anticipated the attack. Perhaps our pack wouldn't have suffered such losses."Kilo stepped forward. "With all due respect, mom, that's unfair. Nathaniel's leadership saved countless lives."Carolina's gaze turned icy. "Sile

*Katherine POV My heart shattered at his words, I tried to touch him and ask why the sudden hostility after we just mated last night but my lips was shut at his next words.“I wished I had rejected you on the spot because then all theses people would have still been alive” he snarled at me. Nathaniel scoffed, “you're pathetic and weak, so stupid”. His words made me look smaller as I saw other packmates snarling at me too. Everyone blaming me for the deaths.Nathaniel's grip on my arm tightened, his fingers digging deep, as he dragged me up from the ground. My legs felt like jelly, unable to support me under the weight of his harsh words."I, Nathaniel Hawthorne, reject Katherine Danvers Thompson as my mate!" he screamed, his voice echoing through the devastated pack lands.His eyes, once filled with love and adoration, now stared at me with emotionless contempt, as if I were dirt beneath his feet. The rejection cut deeper than any knife, slicing through my soul."No...no...Nathaniel

Katherine's POVIt had been two days since I arrived at the Redwood pack, and my body was still recovering from the exhaustion that lingered long after Nathaniel's rejection. The forest, once a sanctuary, had become a haunting reminder of my vulnerability. Yet, as I stepped into the warmth of the pack house, a sense of belonging began to seep into my soul.The thought of Nathaniel no longer pierced my heart like a dagger. Perhaps it was the promise of a new beginning, or maybe I was genuinely healing. Whatever the reason, I grasped it tightly, letting the hope of redemption wash over me.As I descended the stairs, my nerves fluttered like birds in flight. Breakfast at the Redwood pack was a communal affair, far removed from the isolated meals I endured at the Woodland pack. Everyone gathered around one table, sharing laughter and stories. The warmth was palpable, and I yearned to be a part of it.My shoes clicked on the wooden floor, announcing my arrival. All eyes turned to me, and