All Chapters of Howl of the Cursed Luna: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

WILLA’s POV The door to my room closed behind me with a soft click, and I exhaled deeply, my shoulders sagging with relief. But that fleeting moment of peace vanished as quickly as it had come when my eyes landed on the window. Open. The curtains swayed gently in the night breeze. How long had it been like that? I hadn’t opened it, and the latch was always secure. My hand instinctively went to my waist, fingers curling around the hilt of the knife Nox had given me. The air smelled faintly of pine and earth. I leaned out, scanning the ground below. It was a long drop, the kind that would break bones if not kill outright. I frowned. It wasn’t the height that bothered me—it was how the window had been opened in the first place. A soft rustle behind me snapped my attention away from the window and I spun and threw the knife. It struck the wall with a solid thunk, quivering mere inches from a hooded figure that seemed to materialize from the shadows. “Stay back—” I s

WILLA’s POV The world was a haze of smoke and flames as I burst through the doorway, the child clinging to me as if her life depended on it—which it did. Both of our lives. My lungs burned, and I yanked off the wet blanket I had desperately managed to soak in a bath inside. Men rushed towards us, their voices blurred in the chaos, but I tightened my hold on the little girl. Her tiny arms were wrapped around my neck, her face buried into my shoulder, trembling. She was shaking so hard it was as if she might crumble if I let go. "It's okay, Lily," I murmured, my voice hoarse from the smoke. "You're safe now." A burly man reached for the child, to help, but I stepped back. “I've got her," I said firmly. They flinched but backed off, their hands falling away. “She’s fine. We’re both fine.” "Miss, you need medical attention—" "I said I'm fine," I snapped, my jaw clenching. I softened my voice as I turned my attention back to Lily. "Hey, sweetheart. Can you look a

NOX’s POV “You've known all this while, and you didn't care to let me in on it?" The room was dim, shadows playing along the walls from the dying fire in the hearth. I groaned, rubbing a hand over my face, as I moved towards the liquor cabinet. We had exhausted every method in our search for the rogues, perhaps not all, and the young she-wolf's theory could hold water, but my primary target wasn’t Eamon—yet. Until I could get my hands on the rogues, he remained at large, a freedom I would rectify as soon as our pack's wall was completed. That had to be our priority—secure our borders, then flush out the rogues. The crystal decanter clinked against the glasses as I poured a generous amount of amber liquid into each. He’d been going on and on about how I left him in the dark and all. About him risking too much to keep her away from the other alphas without even knowing this was the reason I had wanted her kept secret. He was furious, I know. "Everyone deserves a chan

WILLA’s POV The sun beat down mercilessly as I approached the training grounds. It had been a day since I last saw him—the brooding, impossible Alpha. He was off, chasing down the rogues that had been causing trouble, no doubt using every method at his disposal to corner them. We hadn’t spoken since that day in his study, when everything shifted. His pack might be on fire with everything going on, but little by little, the pieces were coming together. At least for me. And now, the weight of who I was, the curse lingering over my head… it was time I learned how to stop it. My wolf may have been absent for so long—dormant, hiding—but recently, I could feel her stirring again. Not fully present, but there, hovering just beneath the surface. A flicker of hope I couldn’t yet decipher, but it was enough. Enough to make me think that maybe I wasn’t completely lost. And Nox had mentioned I could see the priestess when he returned … he was busy at the training ground, I was told, bu

Willa’s POV The water pounded down, cold and biting, soaking through my clothes and numbing my skin. But I barely felt it. My knuckles were raw, split open from where I had pounded them again and again into the bathroom wall. Blood mixed with the water, swirling down the drain, but I didn’t care. It wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough. I let out another scream, raw and guttural, the sound tearing from my throat like it could somehow exorcise the chaos inside me. But it didn’t. It never did. I hit the wall again, harder this time, feeling the sting of bone against the tile. My breath came in sharp, uneven gasps, my chest heaving as the weight of everything pressed down on me. Why couldn’t I just be normal? “Why?!” Why couldn’t I be free of this…curse, of these nightmares that now haunted me in the day just as much as they did in the dark? The dagger I’d brought in with me lay discarded on the floor, the edge catching the dim light as it glistened with the water poolin