All Chapters of Forgotten Luna: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Elsa's POVThe breaking day reveals a camp shrouded in eerie stillness this morning beneath softly rustling leaves and faintly chirping birds. Packs stirred sluggishly beneath faint morning light savoring brief moments of calm before turmoil erupted again suddenly. I was already up pacing edgily along the forest's murky edge. My mind felt pretty edgy racing through details of upcoming events rapidly in anxious anticipation somehow. Lyra's plan worked beautifully under cover of darkness; our scouts reported signs of hesitation among enemy ranks and their movements slowed noticeably. Yet that fleeting moment wouldn't endure very long afterwards. They will regroup swiftly then strike with increased ferocity. As leader of this exceptionally fragile alliance I couldn't afford faltering now under terribly difficult circumstances. Weight of it bears down heavily on me beneath dark shadows of uncertainty surrounding everything. I must safeguard every wolf here under my care somehow. Damien sn

Elsa’s POVThe air around the camp was tense as if everyone could feel the storm brewing on the horizon. The scouts who had been monitoring Damien and Lyra’s mission had returned, reporting their progress and the chaos they’d sown in the enemy’s ranks. While the news was good, it didn’t erase the unease sitting heavily on my chest.Damien had been gone for over a day now, and every passing hour stretched painfully long. I tried to distract myself by staying busy, organizing patrol rotations and keeping morale high, but my thoughts always circled back to him.Standing near the falls, I let the cool mist settle over my skin. It was quiet here—a brief reprieve from the bustle of the camp. But even this place, which once brought me peace, felt hollow without Damien by my side.“Elsa.”I turned to see Lyric approaching, her dark eyes steady as she stopped a few feet away. She’d been one of my strongest supporters since the packs united, but even she seemed on edge lately.“You should rest,

Damien's POV The morning sun reveals camp life has slowed down somewhat but peace still eludes it utterly. Silence fell ominously just before turmoil erupted in a deeply unsettling manner. Packs slowly began settling down following initial days of chaos but their wounds still felt incredibly raw. Plenty of physical ones existed as well somehow. Mistrust, fear and uncertainty lingered like a dark shadow over everybody somehow. I stood near the edge of a clearing watching some wolves rebuild makeshift shelters damaged during the last attack beneath the darkening sky. Their movements slow and cautious unfolded beneath fragile circumstances where loud noise possibly threatened delicate harmony holding everyone together. A faint rustling sound behind me suddenly caught my attention and I turned fairly quickly, finding Lyra quietly approaching. Her face looked incredibly worn out with dark circles under her normally sharp eyes that appeared dull from sheer exhaustion.“They’re not saying it

Damien's povDarkness swirled around me like murky fog as I navigated camp with senses heightened extremely. War finally ended but the forest still reeled deeply beneath dark eerie shadows. Scars on land and wounds on wolves were exacerbated by a fragile thread of trust holding packs together somewhat precariously now. Every step felt like balancing precariously on a knife's edge and I couldn't shake the feeling that one wrong move would send us all tumbling back into utter chaos suddenly. I found Elsa near the edge of her silhouette, outlined by the glow of the rising sun overhead slowly. She stood with arms crossed, her gaze fixed on the horizon as if searching fairly intently for answers somehow out there. Wind whimsically danced around her head tugging at stray locks but she remained frozen somehow unable to brush them aside slowly.“Couldn’t sleep?” I asked, stepping closer.Couldn't sleep. I stepped really close and asked softly,“Too much on my mind.”I nodded, coming to stand be

Elsa’s POVThe forest was still, save for the occasional rustle of leaves in the gentle wind. The calm was deceptive, though—it felt as if the world was holding its breath, waiting for the next challenge to unfold. I stood by the edge of the Whispering Falls, my fingers trailing through the cold water. Familiarity stared back at me from a face that looked somewhat different now somehow. My face had sharp cheekbones, a stubborn jaw and eyes that gave away pretty much everything but weight in my gaze felt different now. The battles, the loss, the responsibilities, they had all left their mark.“Elsa.”I didn’t need to turn to know who it was. I didn't need to turn around abruptly in a swift motion knowing full well it was Elsa standing behind me. Damien's voice remained steadily present, somehow grounding me deeply in unexpected ways.“You’ve been quiet today,” he said softly, his golden eyes studying me.He walked up beside me, his footsteps silent on the damp grass. He spoke softly, his