All Chapters of Howl of the Cursed Luna: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Willa’s POV I shouldn’t have snapped at him. The thought gnawed at me, sharp and unrelenting, as I watched Nox’s back retreat down the hall. He’d been stiff from the moment I let him in, like he hadn’t been the one to come to my door in the first place. Something about him felt different tonight, and instead of asking why, I lashed out. Typical. But the truth was, I hated the idea of him touching me again. Not because I didn’t want it—goddess, that was the problem. I wanted it too much. I couldn’t trust myself around him, not after everything. I couldn’t lose someone else. Not again. My heart tightened as I recalled the flicker in his eyes when I’d snapped. I hadn’t meant to, but it came out like a reflex. I hated myself for it. I clenched my fists, shaking the thought away, and followed after him. Luckily, he didn’t protest when I asked to come along, didn’t question me, or try to put me in my place like I had expected. That was something, at least. But even so,

Willa’s POV The woven basket swung gently between Gaia and me as we made our way through the pack grounds. Filled to the brim with an array of colorful fruits, it had been Gaia's idea – a suggestion that had caught me off guard. "It's the better way to visit," she'd explained. "A small gesture can mean so much." I’d lived so long surrounded by harshness that I had forgotten such courtesies even existed. Offering a basket of bruits to anyone wasn’t something that crossed my mind. Every so often, I found myself glancing over my shoulder, half-expecting one of Nox’s guards to be trailing us, but the road behind us remained empty. No sign of anyone following. Guards at least. "Do you think he sent someone to follow us?" I asked Gaia. She shook her head, brown curls bouncing in the sunlight. "I don't think so. The border wall's nearly finished, and more guards are stationed there now. Maybe he has more security within the pack instead." I hummed noncommittally. Someon

Nox’s POV The distant roll of thunder echoed through the air as I strode onto the packhouse grounds, ahead of the patrol guards. The storm was brewing on the horizon, dark clouds rolling and thickening, threatening to break at any moment. But the real storm, the one standing by the packhouse entrance, was our vigorous heiress. She stood there, defiant, as if daring the sky itself to make the first move. Her hair, pale like moonlight, swayed with the growing breeze. Even with the frown tugging at her lips, she was a force of nature. Her arms crossed tightly over her chest, and I couldn’t help the twitch of amusement at the gesture—cute, in a way, though I doubted she’d appreciate that observation. At least it was something new. I waved the guards on and slowed my pace, stopping just a step away from the stairs. “You don’t look pleased.” I kept my voice low, careful. She’d been a handful of characters these days which I tried to follow every time. The visit she’d begged

Willa’s POV The cold bit at my skin despite the layers I’d forced on. Leather pants, long sleeves, boots that hugged my calves tight—it didn’t matter. The air was freezing, biting with a ferocity that even the rain held back on. It wasn’t raining yet, and the weather was already fucking freezing. My breath fogged in the cold, the icy wind cutting through me despite the clothing. But I'd be damned if I let a little cold stop me … this was better than sitting back in the packhouse, helpless, waiting, while Nox made moves that I should be a part of. After all, if I was going to take my pack back from Eamon, I needed to learn how to be an Alpha. My father may not have taught me, but I'd seen the way he cared for his pack. I wanted to be that person—no, I wanted to be better. I had to be someone they could look to. And this—this was my first real step toward that. My pale hair was tucked securely under a dark headgear. The last thing I needed was to give away our positio

CHAPTER 50Willa’s POV The moment I bolted outside, the rain still pouring in relentless sheets, a violent shiver racked my body. The tension from inside had kept the shivers at bay, but now they rattled through me, shaking my bones … but… if there was even the slimmest chance Eric was alive, I had to find him. No one dies— "Eric!" I shouted into the storm. "Eric, where are you?" My boots squelched in the mud as I rounded the base of the watchtower, heart pounding in my chest. The rain plastered my stray hair to my face, and I impatiently shoved it aside, scanning the area desperately. “Eri—” I rushed, nearly tripping over my feet as I found him under the shadows, collapsed against the wooden pillar. My breath caught in my throat. His face was pale, too pale, and his eyes were half-closed, barely clinging to consciousness. “Eric!” I fell to my knees beside him. My hands hovered over his body, unsure where to begin. There was so much blood. "No, no, no," I m