All Chapters of The Lunar prophecy : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

NATHANIEL’S POVMorning arrived, and Elder James escorted me back to Amos's house, the warm sunlight a stark contrast to my weary state. We walked in comfortable silence, his supportive arm around me as I leaned on him, too weak to stand alone. My legs trembled with each step, my body screaming for rest.Emilia couldn't join us, lost in a deep sleep after hours of driving through the night. Her exhaustion was palpable, and I felt a pang of gratitude for her tireless efforts."How have you been, son?" James asked, his voice laced with concern.I shrugged, unable to muster a response. The events of the past few days swirled in my mind, leaving me drained.James chuckled, shaking his head. "I suppose it's foolish of me to ask, considering your condition." His eyes crinkled at the corners, lines etched from years of wisdom.I sighed, too exhausted for conversation. Elder James had more to say, but my dismissive demeanor kept him silent. His gaze lingered, filled with unspoken words.Upon

Katherine POV I woke up to the soothing sound of raindrops hitting the roof, but my tranquility was short-lived. I found myself still confined to my room within the Redwood pack's stronghold, surrounded by darkness. The only light came from the moon's faint reflection, casting an eerie glow. For a moment, I wondered if the events of the previous day had been just a vivid dream or a hallucination. But the harsh reality hit me as I felt the coarse rope biting into my wrists, securing my hands behind my back.A wave of pain washed over me, and my head throbbed relentlessly. My thoughts immediately turned to the well-being of my companions. Were they safe? Had they suffered the same fate as me? Anxiety gnawed at my conscience.Just as I was lost in thought, I heard Nova's familiar voice, calm and reassuring. "Stop struggling; it only makes the rope tighter." I froze, realizing I wasn't alone in the room. Her words caught me off guard – I hadn't even noticed my subtle struggles. But Nov

THIRD PERSON POV Katherine's eyes fluttered closed as she drifted off to sleep, but her mind wasn't ready to rest. Instead, she found herself transported to a different time and place.She stood in a dimly lit room, the air thick with an eerie silence. Suddenly, a faint whimper echoed through the space. Katherine's gaze fell upon a young boy, no more than ten years old, cowering in the corner. His eyes were wide with terror as he pleaded,"Please...don't hurt me!"Katherine's heart ached as she watched, frozen in place. The boy's words sent shivers down her spine. Who was this child? And who was he begging for mercy from? The scene was so vivid, so real, that Katherine felt like she was witnessing a long-forgotten memory.Suddenly a man emerged from the shadows with a wide grin, “nobody is going to hear you. When will you stop whining”.Katherine watched as tears ran down the boy's eyes as he pleaded, “please don't do this again”The boy's tears fell silently as the man's mocking l

Katherine POV It had been a grueling week of questioning and investigating Dimitri's case, but we were no closer to uncovering any leads. The uncertainty was taking a toll on all of us, leaving everyone on edge. We knew something was brewing, but the when and how remained frustratingly elusive. The past week had been a whirlwind of activity, oscillating between searching for Dimitri and dismantling the council. Most of the wolves who had rallied to our cause had returned to their respective packs, leaving us to navigate the aftermath. David, now appointed alpha of the Redwood pack, was tasked with rooting out any remaining threats. His unwavering dedication was a beacon of hope in these tumultuous times. "So, where are you off to?" Emilia asked, snapping me out of my reverie. I turned to her with a casual shrug. "Just the garden." Nathaniel had persuaded me to join him for a stroll, emphatically stressing it wasn't a date, just a friendly outing. I had agreed, hoping the tran

NATHANIEL'S POV I stood tall, my gaze piercing Carolina's, as I addressed the gathered warriors. The tension was palpable, the air thick with anticipation. "You've brought war to our doorstep, Carolina. What drives you to turn against your own pack? What grievance could possibly justify this betrayal?"Carolina's smirk twisted her face, her eyes flashing with contempt. I'd known she disliked me, but the depth of her hatred caught me off guard. Her expression revealed a long-simmering resentment, one that had been hiding beneath the surface."I've tolerated your presence for far too long, Nathaniel," Carolina spat, her voice venomous. "You think you're worthy of leading our pack? You're nothing but a weak, abandoned pup. A relic of a forgotten family."Memories resurfaced – Carolina's initial warmth when I first arrived, followed by years of cold indifference. She'd ignored me, made me feel invisible. Not as cruel as my parents, but her disregard still stung. I recalled the countless