All Chapters of EMBRACING THE FORSAKEN LUNA: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The crackling firelight flickered over Alaric’s face, casting deep shadows that made his expression unreadable. The forest around us was silent, save for the occasional rustle of leaves in the night breeze. We were sitting in the heart of the ruins, where the ancient altar lay broken and scattered, a testament to the battle that had just taken place. I could still feel the remnants of dark magic in the air, a heavy presence that lingered like a bad memory. Gideon lay nearby, his breathing shallow but steady. He was still recovering from the brutal attack by the resurrected werewolf ancestor. I had managed to heal his worst wounds, but the strain on his body was evident. Every time I glanced at him, guilt gnawed at my insides. This was all because of me—because I hadn’t been able to stop Alaric sooner. I turned my gaze back to Alaric, who sat across from me, staring into the flames. His eyes, once burning with hatred and ambition, were now filled with something I hadn’t expected

Isabella Blackwood was taken. The news hit me like a punch to the gut, leaving me reeling. My mind raced, trying to piece together how this could have happened, how Alaric could have gotten so close without anyone noticing. The adrenaline pulsed through my veins, heightening every sense, sharpening every instinct. "Alaric," I whispered, the name like venom on my tongue. My hand clenched into a fist, nails digging into my palm. “He took her.” Gideon, standing beside me, nodded grimly. “It’s a message, Sera. He’s forcing us into a confrontation.” The word echoed in my mind, bringing with it a flood of possibilities—none of them good. Alaric wasn’t just after the pack. He wanted something more, something deeper, and Bella was his bargaining chip. But this wasn’t just about Alaric. I could still feel the chilling presence of the true enemy lurking in the shadows, pulling the strings, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And now, with Bella in his grasp, Alaric had set the

As the creature began to explain the ritual that was required to break the curse, a sudden noise echoed through the chamber. The sound was faint at first, like a distant rumble, but it quickly grew louder, more urgent. The ground beneath us trembled slightly, and I could feel a surge of dark energy rippling through the air. The creature’s eyes widened, glowing brighter with an intensity that sent a jolt of fear through me. “They are coming,” it growled, its voice filled with a mix of anger and alarm. “Alaric’s forces have breached Silverwood.” My heart skipped a beat, and I exchanged a panicked glance with Rowan. “Alaric’s forces? But how did they get here so quickly?” “They seek the artifact,” the creature hissed, its massive form tensing as if ready for battle. “They know of its power, and they will stop at nothing to claim it.” The realization hit me like a cold wave. The cursed artifact—the very thing that could control werewolves, the key to breaking the curse—was the rea

I paced the length of the war room, my thoughts racing. The revelation from Alaric’s letter had set me on edge, but it wasn’t just the threat of war that gnawed at me. It was something deeper—something wrong with the very fabric of time. The days had begun to blur together, a strange sense of déjà vu creeping into my mind as if I had lived through these events before. “Rowan, are you sure about this?” I asked, turning to face him. He was standing by the map table, his brow furrowed as he studied the ancient symbols that now marked our territory. “I’m sure,” Rowan replied, though his voice was laced with uncertainty. “The signs are all there, Sera. The symbols, the repeating patterns… This isn’t just some clever strategy by Alaric. It’s something much older, much darker.” “But a time loop?” Bella interjected from where she sat on the edge of the table. “That’s… impossible, isn’t it?” Gideon, who had been silent up until now, shook his head. “Not impossible. Just rare. And extr

The air was thick with the scent of blood and the sound of battle—the clash of weapons, the guttural growls of wolves in their primal forms, the cries of the wounded. It was chaos, pure and unrelenting, and yet in the middle of it all, I stood frozen, unable to tear my eyes away from the stranger who had saved me."Who… who are you?" I managed to gasp out, my voice trembling as the world around us seemed to slow to a standstill.The stranger's grip on my hand tightened, pulling me to my feet. Their eyes, sharp and familiar, bore into mine with an intensity that both terrified and reassured me. This wasn’t a time for explanations; it was a time for action."You don’t need to know that right now," they said, their voice firm, steady. "All you need to know is that I’m here to help. But we don’t have much time. The battle isn’t over."I wanted to argue, to demand answers, but the urgency in their tone wouldn’t allow it. I nodded, shaking off the lingering fear, and focused on the task at