All Chapters of Revenge Of The Reborn Luna: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

GWENThe moon hung high in the sky, casting its silvery light over the pack’s territory as I walked back toward the packhouse. The conversation with Arlene still lingered in my mind, her words of encouragement and strength settling deep within me. Yet, an odd sense of anticipation buzzed in my veins. Something was coming—I could feel it, though I couldn’t name what.By the time I reached the packhouse, Ethan was waiting for me near the entrance, his expression unreadable but his posture tense.“Gwen,” he said, his voice low and measured. “There’s something you need to see.”I frowned, my steps slowing. “What’s going on?”“It’s about Arlene,” he said simply, gesturing for me to follow.Curiosity mixed with apprehension as I fell into step beside him. Ethan led me to a part of the packhouse I’d never explored before—a hidden corridor tucked behind a heavy oak door. The air grew cooler as we descended a spiral staircase into what felt like the depths of the earth.At the bottom of the st

GWENThe pack gathered in the central courtyard at dawn, the air thick with tension and the scent of rain threatening from the darkened clouds above. The morning felt heavy, a reflection of the betrayal we had just uncovered. Word of Rosella’s treachery had spread through the pack like wildfire, and anger simmered in every face I saw. These were my people, my family, and they had been hurt. As Luna, it was my duty to guide them through this storm.Lucian and I stood side by side at the raised platform overlooking the crowd. His presence was a steadying force, his calm demeanor a counterweight to the chaos swirling in my mind. Rosella, bound and flanked by two of our strongest warriors, was brought forth. Her defiant gaze swept over the crowd, but I caught the flicker of fear she tried to conceal. Good. She should be afraid.The pack’s murmurs grew louder as she stepped into view. Accusations and questions rippled through the gathered wolves until I raised my hand, silencing them. The

GWENThe moment we crossed the border into pack territory, a sense of relief washed over me, though it was fleeting. The journey had been grueling, and the loss of two of our own weighed heavily on my heart. I couldn’t afford to let it show, though. Not now. Not when so much was at stake.The pack was gathered in the central clearing when we arrived. News of our return must have traveled ahead of us, and the air was thick with anticipation. I could feel their eyes on me, searching for answers. For reassurance.Lucian stepped forward to address them first. His voice was steady, carrying the weight of his authority. “We’ve returned with critical information,” he began, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. “Damien’s forces are larger and more dangerous than we anticipated. He has aligned himself with a tyrant Alpha, and their soldiers are enhanced with supernatural abilities. This isn’t just a threat—it’s a declaration of war.”A murmur rippled through the crowd, spreading fear and uncertai

GWENThe first warning came as a low, mournful howl that cut through the chill of the evening air. It sent a shiver down my spine, the kind you couldn’t shake off. The sound wasn’t one of our own; it was sharp, foreign, and filled with menace.I dropped the training blade in my hand, the metallic clang echoing off the walls of the yard. Across from me, Lucian’s head snapped up, his expression hardening. A single glance passed between us, and we were moving—through the yard, past the gathering warriors, and toward the source of the disturbance.Chaos erupted before we even reached the edge of the forest. Flames licked at the sky from torches thrown against our outer defenses. The acrid smell of burning wood mixed with the unmistakable coppery tang of blood. Wolves—dozens of them—charged through the breaches in our defenses, their snarls and growls blending into a deafening cacophony. Damien’s wolves had come.“Get the non-combatants to safety!” Lucian barked, his voice cutting through

GWENThe tension in the air was palpable as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the pack’s grounds in shades of gold and crimson. I stood at the edge of the training fields, watching as the pack gathered near the central fire pit. Tonight, we would honor those we had lost in the battle and reignite our shared purpose. It was a bittersweet occasion, filled with both grief and determination. The weight of leadership sat heavily on my shoulders, but I knew this moment was crucial.Lucian’s presence beside me was a steadying force. His hand brushed against mine, a silent reminder that I wasn’t facing this alone. We had been through so much already, and the bond we shared had only deepened.As the pack assembled, Ethan approached from the healer’s quarters. His steps were slower than usual, and his arm was still bound tightly in a sling, but his smile was radiant. The sight of him on his feet brought a wave of relief and gratitude. The pack’s murmurs fell silent as he took his place