All Chapters of Donavon's lost Luna : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Chapter 111: Dawn’s early light crept softly over the compound, casting long, delicate shadows across the ramparts. Though the previous night had been filled with the whispers of imminent conflict and the steady determination of a pack on alert, this morning brought with it a rare stillness—a calm that both soothed and deepened the tension in every heart. In that quiet prelude to battle, the Blue Moon Pack found itself suspended between the hope of unity and the dread of an enemy that had long festered on the fringes of their existence.Inside the fortified strategy hall, maps and battle plans lay spread out like a tapestry of past glories and future hopes. Donavon sat at the head of the long oak table, his broad frame leaning forward as he studied the new intelligence gathered by the elite scouts. Every line on the map, every marked location, told a story of careful observation and hard-won truth: the enemy’s numbers had grown, and their movements were no longer sporadic but deliber

Chapter 113: The clangor of battle still roared in the distance as the first light of dawn struggled to break through the haze of conflict. Amidst the chaotic backdrop of clashing furs and echoing howls, Zuri gathered her squad on a makeshift ridge overlooking the eastern flank. The air was thick with tension and the acrid scent of smoke, yet in Zuri’s eyes shone a fierce determination that cut through the gloom.“Listen up!” she called, her voice rising above the din. Around her, a mixed force of seasoned warriors and newly integrated rogues—faces once marked by distrust now united in purpose—turned their attention to her. The young wolves, their eyes wide with anticipation, and the grizzled veterans, scarred by past battles, formed a semicircle around their Luna.“We cannot wait for the enemy to press their advantage any longer,” Zuri continued, her tone both commanding and compassionate. “They believe that our hesitation is our weakness. But we know the truth: our strength lies in

Chapter 115: The battlefield lay quiet under a pale, unyielding sky—a stark contrast to the chaos of the previous hours. In the fading light of late afternoon, the once-violent clash had given way to a heavy silence filled with grief, reflection, and the first tender stirrings of hope. The Blue Moon Pack, though battered and weary, moved with deliberate care through the ruins of conflict. Every step taken was weighted by the memory of sacrifice, and every whispered word carried a promise to honor those who had fallen.Donavon stood at the edge of the northern front, his gaze sweeping over the field strewn with remnants of battle. Broken weapons, scattered insignia, and the silent forms of wounded and fallen wolves spoke volumes of the fierce struggle they had endured. His eyes, dark and resolute, softened momentarily as he remembered faces of friends lost—each loss a scar upon his heart.Nearby, Zuri moved among the survivors with quiet determination. She knelt beside a young wolf, b

Chapter 117: The early morning sun filtered through the high windows of the rebuilt council hall, casting long, warm beams on the gathered wolves. In this spacious chamber, once reserved for secretive meetings, the Blue Moon Pack now held open councils—an emblem of their renewed commitment to transparency and unity. Today’s meeting was especially significant: it was the first time that members of the former rogue faction and long-standing pack veterans were to sit together, side by side, to shape their shared future.At the head of the long oak table, Donavon adjusted his collar as he surveyed the room. His broad eyes—once dark with suspicion—now carried a steady glimmer of hope. Beside him sat Zuri, her silvery eyes calm yet determined, a living symbol of both past suffering and emerging strength. The table was surrounded by wolves of all ages: grizzled veterans whose voices carried decades of experience, and younger rogues whose faces still bore hints of the hardened past.“Brother

Capter 119: The morning after the grand feast of unity, the compound awoke to a sense of calm that had been absent for far too long. A gentle mist clung to the dew-kissed grass of the palace gardens, and soft golden light filtered through the leaves of ancient oaks. In this serene hour, the Blue Moon Pack, now united by both shared trials and the promise of a new era, embraced a rare and precious peace.In a quiet corner of the compound, near a small reflecting pool where water rippled in gentle concentric circles, Donavon and Zuri began their day together. The air was cool and filled with the fragrance of blossoming wildflowers, a stark contrast to the acrid smoke and tension of recent battles. Here, in these moments of respite, the two leaders allowed themselves to be just Donavon and Zuri—partners, parents, and souls bound by the hardships they had endured and the hope they now shared.Donavon, his broad frame softened by the morning light, sat on a smooth stone bench. His eyes, s