All Chapters of Howl of the Cursed Luna: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Nox’s POV I could sense Hunter's approach even before he made a sound. A familiar gait, steady and confident, though tonight there was something… urgent. He pushed open the door to my study, arms crossed, his gaze serious. "I've got a report," he began, with a tight grin, "and a not-so-good one." I arched a brow, feigning amusement. "That's how you welcome your Alpha back? No fanfare? No 'glad you survived the night, Nox'?" He smirked, a wry glint in his eye. "Surviving’s just part of the job description, isn’t it?" I leaned back against the edge of my desk, folding my arms. "Alright then, let’s hear it. What's the good news?" "We got word about those people you're looking for," he said, voice dropping to a murmur. "A blacksmith mentioned them. Said he nearly freed them himself." My eyes narrowed. "And?" Hunter shifted, hands slipping into his pockets. "Apparently, they were sold. To a slaver—a circus slaver, to be exact. Barely looked li

Nox’s POV “The Alphas meeting is in a few days. I understand the urgency in searching for her, but we’re stretched thin—it’s been two days now.” I clenched my jaw, pacing a short line across my office. “I know, Hunter. Believe me, I know.” My voice was strained, though I tried to keep it steady. Damn Vad. He’d covered his tracks too well, leaving only decoys—paths he knew I’d waste my time following. The bastard probably enjoyed watching me fumble along his false trails, all while she was out there, somewhere, alone—with him. He wanted me chasing shadows, wasting time. And here I was, playing right into his hands. Damn it. My chest tightened at the thought, anger twisting with something ugly. I took a slow breath, reaching for the bond I shared with her, the one she was still yet to notice. The faint, unmistakable pulse of her life was still there, steady and unbroken. She was alive. That much, at least, I knew. But beyond that, I couldn’t tell if she was hu

Nox’s POV I had sensed the presence before—there was no doubt in my mind that this visitor was the same one I'd detected at the rogue camp, trailing me like a shadow. The exact same person. And they were acquainted, Willa and this presence. I have my judges though, of who they were. She'd been clever in keeping them from me, but if I'm being honest, it only lasted this long because I allowed it. I'd given her command of her own secrets, and to tell the truth, she'd used that freedom well. Made her demands with it. "No one," she said, those eyes of hers steady on mine. "I don't have a visitor." Even now she lied, though I'd expected as much. She wasn't going to give up whoever it was easily. I couldn't help but smile—I had to admire her little performance, even as it frustrated me. "Not a visitor..." I leaned against her doorframe, watching her carefully. "But I've sensed this presence before. I've perceived this scent before... never too far from you, and

Willa’s POV His eyes locked with mine. "...truth is that I wanted to follow in his footsteps."I smiled, and when I stroked him a third time, I tightened my grip deliberately, letting my nails graze the sensitive underside of his shaft. His hips arced off the chair, and I pinned a hand to them. “I see,” I murmured, and did it again. Harder still, twisting my fist as I reached the round head. When Nox tried to arch into my touch again, I kept him pinned with my other hand. “And that…”I purred, head lowering. “Did it work out for you?” A sharp hiss escaped him as I ran my tongue across his impressive tip, dipping into the small slit. I licked up the small bead of moisture already gathered there. Everything in my body turned molten; a surge of wetness slicked between my thighs as the taste of him filled my mouth, salt and something more, something vital. “Dear Mother,” Nox cursed. And the words, the groan they were borne on, were so delicious that I su

Astrid’s POV "What's in that direction?" The taller of Nox's men asked, his finger pointing toward the center of the rogue camp. His voice held a careful neutrality that made my teeth itch. Spies trying to play casual always did. "That's where they keep the prisoners." I kept my own voice flat, even as my eyes tracked the movement of guards below. The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the camp, perfect for counting patrols without being spotted. It had taken us nearly a day to get here. Something I would have achieved in hours, alone. I’d metal signaled my wolf to stay at a much distance. "Right in clear view? At the heart of the camp?" The disbelief in his voice almost made me smile. Almost. "They do it to deter sympathizers," I explained, brushing a strand of red hair from my face. "Everyone sees if you try to help them. No sneaking around when you're in plain sight of the entire camp. Get caught, and you're shunned—if you're lucky." The st