All Chapters of EMBRACING THE FORSAKEN LUNA: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lysa had been distant for days, and it was driving me insane. Ever since the last attack, she’d been avoiding eye contact, giving me curt responses, and disappearing for hours at a time. At first, I chalked it up to stress—everyone in the pack was on edge, and it wasn’t uncommon for people to want space. But this was different.I stared at the door to her room, my heart pounding in my chest. I had tried to ignore it, tried to push the gnawing suspicion to the back of my mind, but it was no use. Something was wrong, and I needed to know what it was.With a deep breath, I knocked on her door. “Lysa? Are you in there?”A long silence stretched out before I heard the soft creak of the floorboards. The door opened just a crack, and Lysa peeked out, her eyes shadowed with fatigue. “Sera? What are you doing here?”“I wanted to check on you,” I said, forcing a smile. “You’ve been… off lately. Is everything okay?”Her hesitation was enough to confirm my worst fears. “I’m fine,” she said, her

The forest was eerily quiet as I made my way through the trees, the night air thick with the scent of damp earth and pine. I moved carefully, every snap of a twig underfoot setting my nerves on edge. If I was right about this, if there really was a secret meeting place out here, then I had to be prepared for anything. I followed the directions I’d memorized from the book, my breath coming in short, sharp bursts as I pushed deeper into the woods. The further I went, the more the forest seemed to close in around me, the trees pressing in on all sides as if trying to keep me out. Finally, I reached the clearing. It was just as the book had described—a small, hidden hollow surrounded by dense trees, almost invisible unless you knew exactly where to look. My heart raced as I crouched behind a large boulder at the edge of the clearing, my eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of movement. And then I saw them. A group of figures emerged from the trees on the opposite side of the c

The air grew colder as I descended deeper into the passage, the walls narrowing around me. The scent of earth and decay filled my nostrils, each step bringing me closer to a secret that had been buried for centuries. My heart pounded in my chest, the echo of each beat reverberating in the confined space. The passage finally opened into a wide chamber, its walls lined with ancient carvings that seemed to tell a story—a story that had been forgotten by time. My breath caught as I stepped inside, the faint glow of the moon filtering through cracks in the stone ceiling, illuminating the room in an eerie light. In the center of the chamber stood an altar, carved from stone and covered in strange symbols. And atop the altar, resting on a worn piece of cloth, was a small, intricately designed artifact. It was made of some dark, gleaming metal that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy, its surface covered in symbols similar to those on the walls. I approached it cautio

The scent of blood still clung to my clothes as I sat alone in my small cabin, the room dimly lit by the flickering flames of the fireplace. Gideon’s warning note was crumpled in my hand, its words seared into my mind. “Stay away from the Beta, or you’ll be next.” The threat wasn’t just against Gideon; it was against everything I cared about. It felt like my whole world was beginning to unravel, and I couldn’t stop it. My thoughts were interrupted by a sharp knock on the door. The sound was so sudden that I jumped, my heart racing as I stood up and moved toward the door. I was still on edge from the attack, every noise, every shadow, making me question who I could trust. “Who is it?” I called out, my voice steadier than I felt. “It’s me, Lysa.” Her voice was tense, strained. I hesitated for a moment before opening the door. Lysa’s face was pale, her eyes wide with worry. She stepped inside quickly, glancing around as if she expected someone to be watching. “What’

“You think you can just waltz back in here like nothing’s changed?” I hissed, pacing back and forth in my small cabin, my eyes locked onto Gideon as he stood by the door, his face etched with a mix of guilt and determination. The weight of Thorne’s final words still hung over me, and now, I had to deal with this—the one person I thought I could trust was nothing more than a spy. “You’ve been lying to me this whole time.” Gideon flinched but didn’t back down. “Sera, I—” “No!” I cut him off, my voice trembling with the fury bubbling inside me. “You don’t get to explain yourself. I trusted you, Gideon. I let you in, and all this time, you’ve been feeding information back to Marcus. Or worse—to Alaric. How do I know you haven’t been working for him all along?” His jaw tightened, and for a moment, I thought he might walk out, might finally reveal himself for the traitor he was. But instead, he took a step closer, his eyes pleading. “I’ve never betrayed you, Sera. Not once.