All Chapters of The Lunar prophecy : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Nathaniel POV I woke up to a pounding headache, the lingering residue of a distressing nightmare. I shrugged it off, popping my anxiety pills to calm the storm within.Today was crucial; our December runway show loomed, and I needed to ensure everything was flawless.But as I swung my legs over the side of the bed, a wave of weakness washed over me. My legs trembled beneath me, threatening to give way.I hadn't confided in anyone yet, dismissing it as a minor issue. Yet, the fatigue had been persistent, gnawing at my resolve.Gritting my teeth, I pushed myself to stand, every step a testament to my determination.The bathroom beckoned, but standing for long seemed impossible. I opted for a warm soak in the bathtub instead, letting the water envelop me like a soothing balm.As I soaked, my muscles relaxed, and strength seeped back into my limbs."Maybe I was just cold," I rationalized, willing myself to believe it.Feeling revitalized, I dressed and headed downstairs for a much-needed

*Nathaniel POV*Thankfully, I'd recovered from the attack and was no longer confined to the clinic. My dad insisted I keep a low profile, avoiding the human world to prevent alerting the rogues who sought to harm me."Alpha," Emilia called out, her voice laced with urgency.I turned to face her, noticing her puffy eyes, a telltale sign of tears."Emilia, what brings you here?" I asked, surprised by her sudden appearance on my doorstep. It had been almost two weeks since I'd last seen her."Well, I'm still your beta," she replied, deadpan, rolling her eyes."You aren't acting like it," I snapped, stepping aside to let her enter.Emilia sighed, sinking into my couch. Her mouth opened and closed, as if searching for words to defend herself, but none came.I rubbed my forehead, empathy softening my tone. "Look, Emilia, I know you're struggling..”"I'm depressed!" Emilia exclaimed, cutting me off as hot tears streamed down her face. "I've always struggled, but it's gotten worse. I feel lik

Katherine POV I stood frozen, gazing at Layla's lifeless body, the silver arrow protruding from her head like a cruel accusation. My shaky hands covered her eyes, a futile gesture to protect her dignity, to preserve some semblance of peace.Layla had known her fate before the arrow struck. Pity washed over me, despite our distant relationship. No one deserved such a brutal end. The memory of her words echoed in my mind: "You're... in danger..." and "They... are going to kill... me."I wiped away a tear and lifted her body, determined to give her a proper funeral, to honor her in death as she hadn't been in life.As I carried Layla back to the pack, questions swirled in my mind like a vortex. What was she about to reveal? Was it her torturer who killed her? Who was behind the sinister forces that drove her to warn me?Upon arriving at the gates, the puzzled faces of the pack members met me. No one offered to take Layla's body, their indifference a stark contrast to the turmoil brewin

Third person POV Nathaniel clutched the paper, his frown etched with worry, as the weight of responsibility settled heavily upon his shoulders. His body screamed in protest, weakened by illness, but he knew he had no choice. The fate of his pack hung precariously in the balance."I need you to get rid of the head," Nathaniel instructed Lena, his voice laced with a mix of disgust, urgency, and a hint of desperation.Their cover was blown, brutally exposed by Halo's gruesome gift – the Mole's severed head, a chilling message that sent shivers down Nathaniel's spine.Nathaniel's mind reeled, attempting to grasp the implications. Halo had known they were onto him, yet he'd waited, biding his time like a predator stalking its prey.Why?Was it to toy with Nathaniel, or was there a deeper motive? A hidden agenda?With effort, Nathaniel forced his weary legs to move back to his room, each step a testament to his unyielding determination.Rest was crucial; the battle ahead would be fierce, a

*Nathaniel’s POV*Lena knelt before me, her face down in shame, her shoulders trembling.I'd asked my uncle to leave us alone, seeking a one-on-one confrontation.My injuries had begun healing, but weakness lingered, making every movement ache."Who are you?" I demanded, my voice firm but laced with curiosity.Lena remained silent, shivering in fear, as if I'd strike her down.But I saw beyond her submissive posture – a skilled warrior capable of defending herself.In my weakened state, she could easily overpower me."Don't make me repeat myself," I snarled, frustration creeping in.Lena sighed, lifting her head, fear replaced by calm determination."My name is Lena Knight," she stated, her voice steady.My eyes widened in shock, the implications staggering.A Knight?Why was she here, not with the Sky Valley pack?Lena laughed, standing to sit beside me, her movements fluid."The day you saved me from the rogue attack was my escape from Sky Valley," she revealed."Escape" implied cap