All Chapters of Donavon's lost Luna : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Chapter 91The day after the tense council meeting, the atmosphere within the Blue Moon Pack was charged with cautious optimism. In the wake of the elders’ trial and the exile of those corrupt figures, a newfound unity was slowly emerging among the pack. But it wasn’t just about political realignment—it was about healing old wounds and forging a future built on truth, honor, and love.In the early morning light, Donavon and Zuri stood together on a high balcony overlooking the camp. The horizon was painted in gentle shades of blue and gold, as if nature itself was heralding a fresh start. For a long while, they simply observed the awakening land, each lost in thoughts of what had been and what could be.“Look at them,” Donavon murmured, nodding toward the pack members who were already assembling below. “I see hope in their eyes, but also a quiet fear. The memories of betrayal still haunt them.”Zuri placed her hand over his, her touch both comforting and resolute. “We must show them t

Chapter 93: In the gray pre-dawn hours, the Blue Moon Pack’s safe house was alive with a subdued urgency. The recent skirmish had forced every wolf in the pack to confront the reality that their hard-won peace was as fragile as a thread. As the rain had tapered off, leaving the air damp and heavy, Donavon and his closest advisors gathered once again in the strategy room—a spacious, sparsely furnished chamber where maps, intelligence reports, and tactical plans were spread across a long, weathered oak table.Donavon, still clad in the remnants of his battle gear, ran his fingers over the intricate lines marking their territory. His mind churned with both the raw intensity of the recent conflict and the dread of what might come next. The scouts had reported unsettling movements on the western border—a gathering of enemy forces that might be remnants of the old regime or allied with the notorious Shadow Fang Clan. His heart pounded as he recalled the scout’s urgent words from the previo

Chapter 95The safe house trembled with nervous energy as night fell over the Blue Moon Pack’s territory. Every wolf within its fortified walls sensed that the fragile peace they had fought so hard to build was nearing its breaking point. In the hours following the meeting where Donavon and Zuri had pledged to protect their future, the pack’s scouts had confirmed that enemy forces were indeed gathering in force. The report—detailing two distinct groups, one preparing for an immediate assault on the western perimeter and another seemingly biding time—had sent ripples of anxiety through the leadership.Donavon, still riding the adrenaline of recent mobilizations, stood near the reinforced rampart. His eyes, dark and steely, scanned the horizon where the dense forest met the sky. The cool night air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and the distant, mournful howls of wolves. Every sound, every rustle of leaves, seemed magnified as if nature itself were warning him that the storm was

Chapter 97:The night was thick with anticipation as Hart and his reconnaissance team prepared to depart toward the northern border. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of pine and the distant murmur of nocturnal creatures stirring in the forest. Each member of the team was handpicked for their expertise and unwavering loyalty, understanding the gravity of the mission ahead.As they moved silently through the dense underbrush, the moonlight cast elongated shadows, creating an eerie tapestry on the forest floor. Hart signaled for a halt, raising his hand to draw attention to a faint glow flickering through the trees ahead. The team crouched low, senses heightened, as they inched closer to the source of the light.Peering through the foliage, they observed a small encampment nestled in a clearing. Tents were arranged haphazardly around a central fire, where figures huddled, their faces obscured by hoods. The murmurs of conversation were interspersed with the clinking of weapons being

Chapter 99The night had deepened into an inky void by the time the first tremors of conflict rippled through the camp. Donavon stood at the western rampart of the safe house, the chill wind slicing across his fur as he peered into the darkness. The earlier reconnaissance had revealed enemy forces massing near the ridge, and now, the air vibrated with the low, ominous sound of movement. His heart pounded in his chest, a relentless drumbeat that echoed the urgency of the moment.He adjusted the strap of his battle gear, his eyes narrowing as he watched the treeline. Shadows shifted, and the sound of paws on the soft forest floor grew steadily louder. Every instinct told him that the enemy was poised to strike—and fast. Donavon’s mind raced with plans and contingencies, recalling every lesson from past battles. This was not just another skirmish; it was the first real test of the fragile peace they had so recently forged.“Alpha Donavon,” came a voice from behind him. It was Hart, emerg