All Chapters of Forgotten Luna: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Damien’s POVThe morning sun broke through the trees, bathing the clearing in a golden glow. The forest felt alive again, its energy buzzing all around us. The pack was slowly starting to settle into a new rhythm, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more work to be done.I stood at the edge of the Whispering Falls, letting the sound of the rushing water drown out my thoughts. This place had always been a sanctuary for us, a symbol of peace and renewal. But now, even with the Shadow Council gone and the forest healing, the weight of leadership hung heavily on my shoulders.A soft rustle of leaves behind me pulled me from my thoughts. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.“Damien,” Elsa’s voice was soft but steady, carrying with it a warmth that chased away some of the doubt in my chest.I turned to face her, and my breath caught for a moment. The sunlight filtering through the trees caught her hair, making it shine like spun gold. Her eyes, though still haunted b

Damien’s POVThe forest was quiet as the sun rose, bathing the trees in golden light. I stood at the edge of the Whispering Falls, the sound of the water rushing over the rocks a steady rhythm in the background. It was a rare moment of calm, and I was trying to savor it, even though my mind refused to rest.Last night had been a victory in its own way. The packs were working together, and the progress we’d made on rebuilding the shelters was proof of that. But there was still so much to do, and the weight of it all sat heavy on my shoulders.Elsa’s presence had been a constant comfort, even when she doubted herself. She didn’t see the strength I saw in her, the way she held the packs together even when everything felt like it was falling apart. She carried so much on her shoulders, more than anyone should have to. And yet, she kept going.I heard footsteps behind me, and I turned to see her walking toward me. Her dark hair fell in loose waves around her face, and her eyes held a tired

Damien’s POVThe world was a blur of pain and shadows. My head throbbed, and every muscle in my body felt like it had been stretched too far. The last thing I remembered was reaching the supply cache with the scouts. We’d been joking about the size of the haul when the air had shifted—an eerie stillness that set my wolf on edge.Then, they came.They weren’t wolves or anything I’d encountered before. Twisted, monstrous shapes that moved unnaturally fast, their glowing eyes filled with something primal and wrong. We fought, of course, but they had the upper hand from the start. One of them hit me hard, sending me crashing into a tree, and everything went black.Now, I was awake. Sort of. My senses were sluggish, as though I were trapped in a dream. The metallic scent of blood filled the air, mingling with the damp, earthy smell of the forest. I forced my eyes open, blinking against the dim light.I was lying on the forest floor, my arms bound behind me with something that burned agains

Damien's POVThe camp was quieter than usual as dawn broke. A faint mist clung to the forest floor, curling around the tents and trees like a ghost refusing to leave. Despite the relative calm, I could feel the unease in the air. Everyone could.Elsa was still asleep when I slipped out of our tent. She’d been exhausted after the meeting last night, and I didn’t want to disturb her. Watching her sleep brought me a strange mixture of peace and guilt. She carried so much on her shoulders, more than anyone should have to bear. I wanted to ease her burden, to carry some of it myself, but I knew she wouldn’t let me.The camp was already stirring, wolves moving around quietly, preparing for another long day. Patrols were being organized, and a few younger wolves practiced sparring near the edge of the clearing. Lyra was among them, her sharp voice cutting through the mist as she barked instructions.“Keep your stance wide! Don’t leave your left side open unless you want to lose it!”I made m

Damien POVThe morning was still and quiet, the kind of calm that set my instincts on edge. I stood at the edge of the camp, watching as Lyra coordinated the warriors who’d volunteered for the mission. Elsa stood nearby, her arms crossed, her face tense.She hadn’t slept much, and it showed in the tight lines around her eyes. I knew she was struggling with the decision to send wolves out into the unknown, especially after all we’d already lost. But she also knew this was necessary. We couldn’t wait for the darkness to strike again.Lyra approached us, her movements sharp and purposeful. “The team is ready,” she said, her tone all business.I glanced at the group of wolves she had chosen. They were some of our strongest and most experienced fighters, wolves who had proven themselves time and again.“Good,” I said. “But we need to be clear about the risks. This isn’t just a scouting mission. If you find the source of those creatures, you’ll have to act quickly. There’s no guarantee of a