All Chapters of The Luna's Revenge: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The cold wind stung Natalie’s face, but she barely noticed. Her eyes remained fixed on the scene across the border, where the tension in the air was thick. Horses pawed the ground, their hooves clattering like distant thunder. Male wolves, their eyes glowing with readiness, paced around the camp, while men, their hands resting on the barrels of their guns, stood vigilant. The war had come, and it was no longer a distant worry. It was here.But amidst the chaos, there was one thing that kept her grounded—one person. Norwan. She had been searching for him all day. Her heart raced, but she couldn’t let fear overwhelm her. Not yet. Not until she found him.Her breath came out in sharp, visible clouds, blending with the smoke of the fires rising from the other side of the border. She tried to steady her nerves, reminding herself why she was here. Why she had to find him.Did she feel hope? Fear? Both? She couldn’t tell. But she knew one thing—she couldn’t go back without him.Natalie sighe

The air was thick with the unsaid words between them, each breath Natalie took carrying a weight too heavy for her fragile chest. A single tear slid down her cheek, betraying the storm inside her heart. She hadn’t expected this—hadn't expected him to look at her like that, with that depth of silent torment that mirrored her own. But there it was, a gaze that sliced through her resolve. Norwan’s eyes softened, just for a moment, before he swiftly masked it with cold indifference. It was a subtle movement, a swallow of shame, a flinch as his hands twisted behind his back to hide what he could not control—his emotions.Natalie’s whisper floated between them like a quiet confession, “It’s nice to see you again.”The words hung in the air, as delicate as her heart. But Norwan, the stone he had become, didn't let the softness of her voice reach him. His jaw tightened, his gaze shifting with a sharpness that cut through her like the very coldness in his words. But it wasn’t her he was angry

Norwan blinked twice, his gaze locked on Natalie’s face as though trying to decode the impossible."Are you serious?" His voice was low, strained with disbelief. Natalie simply nodded, her brow furrowing in response.“She’s with us because your mother and my father have... a relationship," Natalie’s words hung in the air, heavy with implications. The sheer absurdity of it hit Norwan like a sudden, unexpected gust of wind, causing a laugh to escape his lips.“Are you kidding me?” He leaned back, disbelief swirling in his chest, unable to process the truth she was suggesting.Natalie’s expression remained serious, her eyes steady as she shook her head, her throat working to swallow the weight of what she was saying. "I know it's hard to believe," she continued, her voice softer now. "But just look over there, at my father."Norwan followed her gaze, his eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on Don Grego—standing tall, calm, his presence commanding. But it wasn’t just Don Grego that

The two healers from both clans worked swiftly, their hands glowing with energy as they focused on Natalie, who lay unconscious, blood seeping from her wounds. Beside them stood Don Grego, his face pale and twisted with concern. His eyes darted between the healers and his daughter, and yet, a cloud of confusion clouded his mind. He couldn’t understand why he was there, or what had led to this moment. The only memory he could grasp was of being at the hospital, talking to Natalie—until someone had approached him, a woman with strange questions, and then... nothing.“Goddamn, what’s happening? Why are my people here?” Don Grego’s voice trembled, the urgency of the situation growing heavier with each word. Norwan, who had been silently watching the scene unfold, turned sharply at his question. His concern for Natalie matched Don Grego's, but there was a gnawing feeling of unease. Why couldn’t the man remember?“Are you sure you don’t remember anything?” Norwan asked, his voice firm, thou

Norwan couldn't shake the worry gnawing at him as he stared at his mother, locked in a large cage with her hands shackled by chains. He could barely make out her face, but the sight alone sent a wave of anxiety through him."Norwan…" Amanda's whisper barely reached his ears, but it cut through the tension. He could feel her fear in those soft words."WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?!" Norwan yelled, his voice breaking through the air as he glared at Cora, who stood calmly before him, a smirk tugging at her lips. She cast a quick glance at Amanda before returning her cold stare to Norwan."Copy her?" Cora replied with an irritatingly casual tone, causing Norwan's frown to deepen in frustration."What do you mean?" Don Grego asked, his curiosity piqued. Cora’s smile widened, her eyes glowing a dangerous red. In an instant, Norwan and Don Grego found themselves pulled into a vision—a painful flashback to the past.They watched as Cora survived Norwan’s attack, lurking in the shadows as she secret