All Chapters of Forgotten Luna: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Elsa's POV: In a second I was with Damien and the rest of the pack, If I could remember in a council meeting too and another minute I'm in the middle of nowhere tied up having zero idea of how I got there.I was crying bitterly inside of me as I wondered how the hell I got here in the first place and now I have to battle with my claustrophobia.My hands were tied with a very strong rope that have wolfsbane potion on it, and it's definitely killing me, as it draws my strength leaner every second that I breathe. My head’s spinning like some hurricane is blowing inside of it. I kept on struggling with the ropes used to tie my back as the wolfsbane was weakening my a, I battled so hard to deal with that as my strength drew leaner my breath grew thinner too. Oh!!I know who is behind this as I keep on talking in my mind in my silent thoughts. I am sure it’s Hector, he is probably up to something and I’m sure he wants me dead and also, first and foremost wants my own pack, to rule it for

Caspian's POV It's been days since I was locked up and Alpha Hector haven't made a move yet. I need to leave. Finding the ancient stone was my goal but not while I am confined in the dungeon. "Hey!" I called out to one of the guards. "Get the alpha over here. Why is he keeping me here?" I yelled out, letting my anger take control. They only stared at me but said nothing. I grunted and moved back. It was hard to escape as the guards were tripled.I heard the Luna of the crescent moon pack, Elsa, came to the pack and had escaped after been locked in. The guard new chief was been careful and tripled the guards. Elsa ruined everything. If only she didn't escape, the guards wouldn't be tripled and it would have been easier to fight off two or three guards and leave. "Damn it!" I yelled and faced them again. "I won't let this go. I will surely make you all pay for locking me up," I vowed and punched the wall. "Calm down, Caspian," Marcus said in my head. "How can I calm down? We are

Damien’s POV The laughter echoed off the damp cave walls, sending a chill down my spine. My hand instinctively tightened around the hilt of my blade as I stepped in front of Elsa, shielding her with my body. Whoever this figure was, they didn’t strike me as just another mercenary or rogue. Their presence carried a weight, an aura of power that made the air feel thick. Dennis was beside me in an instant, his eyes locked on the figure standing in the shadows. “Who are you? Show yourself!” he growled, his voice laced with fury. The figure chuckled, stepping into the faint light cast by the glowing symbols on the walls. It was a man, tall and wiry, with sharp, angular features and eyes that seemed to gleam unnaturally. His voice was smooth but carried a sinister edge. “You may call me Alaric,” he said, smirking as his gaze flicked between Dennis and me. “And you must be Damien, the ever-loyal protector of the Crescent Moon pack.” I took a step forward, my blade raised. “Let her go,

The woman stood in the shadows, watching Alaric disappear into the distance. Her eyes narrowed, a flicker of anger crossing her features."He'll pay for what he's done," she muttered under her breath.Turning, she looked towards the mouth of the cave where Damien, Elsa, and Dennis had fled. A faint smile played on her lips."They're safe, for now," she said. "But this is far from over."She raised her staff, and a swirling vortex of energy opened up before her. With a determined stride, she stepped into the vortex and vanished, leaving only a faint echo of her words hanging in the air.Meanwhile, in the Crescent Moon pack...Damien carried Elsa through the forest, her head resting against his chest. Dennis followed close behind, his senses alert for any sign of danger."Are you alright?" Damien asked, his voice filled with concern.Elsa nodded weakly. "I'm just tired," she said. "And shaken.""We're almost there," Damien assured her. "Just a little further."They continued their journ

The aftermath of the battle was a tapestry of exhaustion and exhilaration. The clearing, once a scene of chaotic violence, now bore the quiet scars of conflict. The scent of blood mingled with the crisp night air, a stark reminder of the price of victory. The pack, though weary and wounded, moved with a newfound sense of purpose. They had stared into the abyss and emerged triumphant.Damien, leaning heavily on his sword, surveyed the scene. Elsa stood beside him, her hand resting on his arm, her presence a silent source of strength. The mysterious woman, her face etched with fatigue, watched the pack with a quiet intensity."We have much to do," Damien said, his voice hoarse. The immediate task was tending to the wounded. Several warriors had sustained serious injuries, and the pack’s healers worked tirelessly, their hands glowing with a soft, healing light.The mysterious woman, whom they now knew as Lyra, approached Damien. “The Shadow Council is scattered, but not defeated