All Chapters of Forgotten Luna: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Damien’s POVNever have I encountered a form as the one I saw standing in the entrance of the ruin. It was like a living horror story, concealed in darkness. Their red eyes were glowing in the faint light and burned throught the dark like coal. I felt the fear flowing through my pack, however, I was fully aware that they would not retreat. We were a pack that had come too far to return. “Why are you doing this?”, I asked demandingly while slowly moving forward. Given the energy this figure was emanating, I stood my ground while reminding myself that I was steady. The figure seemed almost amused as they tilted their head, ” Who I am is of little consequence.”, they asserted, their voice echoing unnaturally. What matters is that you’ve willingly walked into the end of your world. Again, I advanced a step while letting out a lightly growl that rumbled into my throat, “You underestimate the pack”. Sinister laughter, the one that enraged me, poured out of them. “Enlighten me then, Alpha

Damien’s POV The moon hung high above the forest, its silver light washing over the trees like a protective glow. Despite the progress we had made, a part of me couldn’t shake the feeling that something was still unsettled. The forest had scars, and so did we. I walked the perimeter of the camp, my senses sharp. Wolves were scattered around the clearing, their murmured conversations a quiet backdrop to the night. Most of them were finally starting to relax. For the first time in a long while, there was peace—but peace was fragile. My steps carried me toward the ridge where Elsa often sat to think. As I approached, her scent reached me—a mix of wildflowers and strength. She stood at the edge, her arms wrapped around herself as if trying to shield against an invisible cold. “Couldn’t sleep?” I asked, keeping my voice soft. She turned slightly, her eyes meeting mine. The moonlight reflected in her gaze, making her look ethereal. But behind the beauty, there was a weight she couldn’t

Damien’s POVThe camp had quieted for the night, the hum of voices replaced by the gentle crackle of the fire. I leaned against a fallen log near the clearing’s edge, my eyes scanning the groups of wolves settling in for the evening. The peace that had started to weave its way through the packs felt fragile, as though one wrong move could shatter it.My gaze found Elsa near the center of the camp. She was speaking softly with Lyra, her movements gentle, her expression calm. Even from a distance, I could see the weight she carried in her posture—the weight of the packs, the future, and the scars of the past. She bore it all with a grace that both amazed and worried me.“She’s stronger than she looks.” Lyra’s voice startled me. I hadn’t noticed her approaching until she settled onto the log beside me.“I know she is,” I said, my eyes still on Elsa. “But even the strongest can break.”Lyra nodded, following my gaze. “She’s healing, Damien. Slowly, but she is. You’re helping her more than

Damien's povDamien's view of forest surroundings had grown eerily still suddenly beneath the darkening sky. Sharp unfamiliar wolf scent still lingered inside my nose feeling utterly foreign somehow. Every step back toward Whispering Falls felt heavier, my thoughts clouded with dark memories of northern border atrocities somehow. Elsa walked beside me, her shoulders ridiculously straight. I could feel weight bearing down on her. Her silence spoke volumes, her mind spinning rapidly with the same deep concerns as mine. Garrick lagged slightly behind his sharp gaze scanning trees intensely his presence felt steadily very reassuring somehow.“We’ll need to call another meeting,” Elsa said quietly, breaking the silence. Elsa said softly we need another meeting now breaking the silence that had fallen suddenly around usHer voice sounded calm yet beneath lay steeliness that reminded me of her powerful leadership qualities.“We don’t have the luxury of time. I nodded silently in response. Time'

Elsa's POVElsa's vantage point revealed air feeling unnervingly chilly beneath dismal grey skies. I stood near the edge of Whispering Falls darkness gathering rapidly as warm sunlight faded slowly beneath the horizon. My thoughts formed a knotty mesh of dark apprehensions and tactics that perpetually looped back around one fundamental concern we weren't ready yet. Packs lay scattered everywhere, loyalty seemed fragile. Though we had started building trust it was still pretty fragile under intense pressure and uncertainty of war. War loomed ominously on the horizon. Damien stood silently by my side, his presence feeling uncommonly grounding these days. Silence hung heavy between us for a bit, somehow saying more than any words. He broke silence pretty abruptly.“We’ll make it through this, Elsa.”I turned to him, my chest tight. “You say that as if you believe it.”“I do.” He faced me, his golden eyes steady. “Because I believe in you. We'll make it through this Elsa. My chest felt tig