All Chapters of Luna's Revenge: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting delicate patterns on the walls of the chamber I shared with Garrick. I stirred awake, the warmth of his presence beside me a comforting anchor in a world that often felt uncertain. The events of the previous day lingered in my mind, a tapestry of emotions woven together with threads of joy and apprehension.I rose quietly, careful not to disturb him, and made my way to the window. The view from Winterspire Castle was breathtaking, the vast expanse of forest stretching out like an endless sea of green beneath the clear blue sky. Yet, despite the beauty of the scene before me, a strange sensation fluttered in my stomach, a feeling I couldn’t quite place.For days now, I had been experiencing moments of dizziness, a vague nausea that seemed to come and go without warning. At first, I brushed it off as stress, a natural response to the weight of my new role as Luna. But as the days passed, the feeling persisted, a quiet whisp

AilithThe next evening, as the shadows of dusk cloaked the castle grounds, I stood at the edge of the familiar clearing, my heart thrumming like a distant drum. The air was charged with anticipation and a hint of trepidation. Sin was to arrive soon, and I could not shake the feeling that this meeting could tip the scales of everything.Garrick stood beside me, his eyes sharp and assessing. "Are you ready?" he asked, the light breeze stirring his dark hair. His concern wrapped around me like a protective mantle, grounding me further.I nodded, though my throat felt dry, the weight of the moment almost overwhelming. I rubbed my belly distractedly. "As ready as I can be."From somewhere deeper in the woods, the sounds of night creatures grew louder, punctuating the tension that hung in the air. Just then, I spotted Sin emerging from the shadows, her silhouette framed by the silvery moonlight. Despite the hard expression etched on her face, I could see the slightest tremor in her hands a

Ailith The morning of their departure carried an unnatural stillness, as if the world itself held its breath. The castle courtyard bustled with quiet efficiency, warriors moving with disciplined purpose as they made their final preparations. I stood at the edge of it all, my arms wrapped tightly around myself, watching as Garrick, Orin, Sin, and the others readied for what felt like an irreversible step toward war. Garrick adjusted the strap of his leather armor, his gaze flicking to me between final instructions to Orin and the warriors. He was worried about leaving me behind, just as I was struggling with being left. But this was the way it had to be. Sin stood off to the side, arms crossed, her expression unreadable. She had remained quiet since the meeting, letting the pack's skepticism settle around her like dust. Whether she was truly prepared for what she was walking into, I wasn’t sure. I stepped forward as Garrick finally turned to me, his dark eyes scanning my face as

Sin Jorin’s grip was unyielding, his fingers clamped around my wrist like iron. His dark eyes bored into mine, measuring the weight of my presence, the impossibility of it.I knew that look. Calculating.I’d seen it before, back when we stood on the same side.But we weren’t on the same side anymore.“You’re supposed to be dead.” His voice was quiet, but the weight in it was undeniable.I forced a smirk. “Disappointed?”He didn’t answer. Just held his grip a fraction tighter.Outside, the camp murmured with quiet conversations, the distant clang of metal against metal echoing through the night air. The familiar sounds of Kael’s forces preparing for war.A reminder that if I didn’t get out of here, I wouldn’t live long enough to stop it.Jorin’s expression didn’t shift, but something moved in his gaze—something unreadable. “Kael trusted you.”I gave a bitter laugh, quiet and sharp. “Kael doesn’t trust anyone. He controls them.”That made him pause. A flicker of something I couldn’t qu

AilithThe night was alive with activity, the castle grounds bustling with a sense of urgent purpose. Torches flickered in the cold breeze, casting long, dancing shadows across the stone walls as warriors moved with deliberate haste. The clang of metal against metal rang out sharply, punctuated by the steady thrum of boots against packed earth. I stood beside Garrick, my cloak wrapped tightly around me, watching as our people fortified our home. The maps and parchments laying out Kael’s plans were etched into my mind, every weak point a stab of fear. But fear wouldn’t rule me. Not tonight.Garrick’s expression was grim, his jaw set tight as he issued low-voiced commands to the warriors around us. His strength was a beacon, something solid to cling to amidst the storm. Yet, even he couldn’t hide the tension coiling through him, the weight of responsibility pressing down on his shoulders. I reached out, placing a hand on his arm. His muscles were taut, vibrating with pent-up energy.“We