All Chapters of Howl of the Cursed Luna: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

WILLA’S POV The red wolf prowled in the packhouse garden below, its fur gleaming like fire in the sunset’s dying light. My throat felt parched. That wolf—it was the same one that had saved me from the female hunter. There was no mistaking it. The dire wolf. A noise behind me shattered my thoughts, and when I looked back, the wolf was gone, nothing but the rustling leaves left in its wake. It must have vaulted over the fence. Maybe. “Is something wrong?" the old librarian asked. "N-no," I stammered, quickly kneeling to gather the fallen books. Could it really be the same wolf? Had it followed me here somehow? Once I had the books back in order, I picked one at random and moved toward a quiet corner, a little nook tucked away from the main aisles. It wasn’t much, but it offered a semblance of privacy—a place where I could focus. The first few books yielded nothing about the curse I sought. By the time I reached the fourth, night had fallen and the old man had lo

WILLA’s POV Two days had passed since the incident, and the Alpha hadn’t summoned me—not that I gave a damn about his whims. But he’d saved my life after all. I hadn’t crossed paths with him either, not even a glimpse of his brooding, cold stare. Good. Maybe the last thing I needed was another reminder that I wasn't a member of this pack. My memory of that night was fragmented, like shards of a broken mirror— The bastard’s fists, the sharp smack against my face, and a voice in the back of my mind urging me to stop, to think for once. But I hadn't. Of course, I hadn’t. I couldn't even remember much after that. Only the blurred image of the crest … somehow, that little trinket was important enough to keep me alive—or at least alive enough for their precious Vad to see. Apparently, it was enough to keep me alive. For now. Now here I was, ribs aching like they'd been cracked by a sledgehammer, and my jaw felt like someone had dug holes into both sides of it. The bruises ha

NOX’s POV I strode into the receiving room, my footsteps echoing against the glossy marble floor. This was where I entertained high-ranking guests—other Alphas, mostly. But the Alpha of Moonveil had never been one of those guests, at least, not until now. Eamon rose to his feet, his wife following suit a beat later. Moonveil pack. The name had been cropping up with alarming frequency for my liking ever since mylittle assassin had arrived in my territory... The scent of fear that clung to her at the mere mention of Moonveil wasn’t lost on me, no matter how hard she tried to mask it. I saw the way her face drained of color, the desperate excuse she'd fumbled with when it was mentioned the Alpha had come. Perhaps when Draven returned, I’d have the answers I sought. Until then, I’d keep her exactly where I wanted her— I'd pay good money to know what was going through that pretty little head of hers right now. …And now here was its Alpha, standing before me day

WILLA’s POV The tunnel was colder than I remembered, the cold stone pressing in from all sides. My heart was pounding against my ribs like a caged animal, breath misted in front of me as I crouched in the dark, listening for any sounds above. Nothing. No heavy boots, no murmured commands. I'd slipped out of Nox's study the moment he'd left to meet with the Alpha of Moonveil pack—my uncle. The irony wasn't lost on me; while they discussed whatever nefarious plans Alphas discuss, I was plotting my own escape. For now, it seemed I had a little time before they figured out where I'd gone. I'd studied these tunnels for days, memorizing every twist and turn. It was my failsafe, my last-ditch effort if things went south. And boy, had they gone south. The dagger I'd swiped from Nox's study pressed against my thigh. An hour ticked by, each second stretching into an eternity. The lack of guards made me uneasy. Had they given up? Or was this just the calm before the storm? Mayb

WILLA’s POV “Willa," she said, her voice muffled by the fabric over her nose and mouth … low, as if she was testing the name on her tongue. My name. I blinked. How did she—? “Who are you?" My voice came out sharper than I intended. I didn’t know anyone in this pack. I didn’t even belong here. “Seeing that you're no longer in the dungeon, nor sent back there after yesterday’s event,” She ignored my question. “The Alpha must have allowed it." I stiffened, my fingers itching to reach for the dagger that was no longer there. So, I instinctively shuffled back, putting more distance between us. She knew I’d been in the dungeon. Knew about last night… How did she know all these? How? I could only think of one alarming explanation … could have been someone my uncle sent—an assassin, she looked more of it, probably here to drag me back. I shifted on the balls of my feet, gauging the distance between us. gauging the distance I would likely have to run across. Her gaze f