All Chapters of Forgotten Luna: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Damian's POVI run alongside Elsa, our pack following closely behind. We continue running through the forest trees, paws pounding against the earth. Elsa finally transformed into her wolf form, her wolf larger and leading the way.We run together out of Hector's territory, and his pack closely chases behind. Elsa's wolf is leading the way. Her smell is a distracting scent of sweat and blood. I see Pheona's wolf waiting at the entrance as we approach our castle. Elsa howls, and we follow. The security guard opens the gate, and our pack pours in.I begin to search after I have gotten in to see Elsa's wolf, who is not by my side. Where was she? I turn around to see her outside the gate. My heart beats when I notice Hector's huge wolf coming for her. She slid in the gate before it was shut, and Hector's angry growl followed. He had almost broken the rule of not crossing one's territory.Elsa transforms into her human form, and fresh clothes are immediately given to her. She quickly dre

Damian's POV: The servants leave as I finish my bath and wear the clothes laid on the bed. I zip up my pants, feeling refreshed after the warm bath. As I put my shirt over my head, my eyes catch the claw mark on my hand. I stare at it in surprise.It hasn't fully healed.I've never had wounds take this long to heal before. I touch the mark, and it stings."What's going on?" I mutter to myself.Groaning, I realize the pain is a new thing, too. I start feeling dizzy, and my temperature rises, making me feel hot. I wipe the sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand. The heat keeps making me thirsty, and my throat burns. I rush to the table, stumbling as my hand lands on the top of the wooden furniture. I grab the cup of water, my hand shaking wildly.I quickly drink the water in one gulp, feeling the cold liquid calm my parched throat. I rush to the bathtub, my head spinning as I kneel and push my head deep into the cold water for a few seconds. My eyes glow as my wolf senses he

Damian's POVI can feel my heart beating slowly as I hear Elsa’s voice call out to me, but I can't answer her.I lose hold of my body, and I feel the life force drain from me. Elsa keeps calling me, and I feel the pressure on my chest. My eyes open slowly, and I see Elsa's puffy eyes and tear-stained face. She smiles at me, and I return the smile weakly. “Elsa,” I say in a weak voice, my throat dry.“You're awake,” she says softly, her hand caressing my cheek. I feel her hand reach for mine, raising it to her cheek. I feel her skin, soft and warm, against my fingers. Her face turns serious, and she faces the others. “Get every available man and start a hunt,” I demand, my voice firm. “I want to know who did this to Damian.”Dennis nods, his expression grim. “We'll find them, Elsa.”I see the guards scatter quickly, eager to begin the hunt.Dennis remains, looks at me, and softly speaks. “Do you need me to go, Luna?” He asks.“No, please stay,” Elsa replies, looking at him.I smile

Elsa's POV:I run after Damian, but he is too fast. “Damian!” I call out to him, but he turns into a corner and disappears.I rush to the spot and can't find him anymore. I look around. Wasn't he here a few seconds ago? Where did he go? What's happening? “Damian!” I yell again, but silence greets me. “No,” I mouth, and I continue to search for him. I run through the passageway, ignoring the looks of the servants and guards. I have to find him; the poison is still in his system, and if he strains longer, he will hurt himself. “Damian, you stubborn rascal,” I say under my breath, still searching for him. My chest heaves as I pant; where could he be? I close my eyes, searching with my senses, but still, nothing comes up. I keep trying, and I'm not ready to give up. My eyes pick up a noise. It's coming from the abandoned tavern. I hear a faint groan and a slash of wind. “Damian!” I whisper and open my eyes.I rush into the abandoned tavern, my heart racing with fear. "Damian!" I y

Caspian POV:My face hurts, and I run my finger through it, touching the delicate skin. I groan as my finger accidentally touches the torn flesh. It is good that I am a werewolf, or I would have to live with the disfiguration forever. I dip the towel in the hot water and breathe out repeatedly before placing the hot content on my face. “Aaah!” I yelp in pain. The water wasn't mixed and had been fresh out of the boiler. Werewolves need pain to heal.I stand up, walk to the mirror, and laugh as my skin begins to heal. The dimly lit study didn't feel so dark anymore. My daughter and the candle's flame synchronized, casting a flickering shadow on the wall. “Is that the best you could?” I hear Hector's voice speak behind me. Instantly, I feel fear and turn to see him glaring at me. “Alpha Hector,” I say, going on my knees. “Please, forgive my ignorance. I didn't know you were here,” I pleaded.“I just got here. Tell me why I am fuming, and my servant is rejoicing after that low wolf h