All Chapters of The Rise Of The White Luna : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Axel's pov I turned to Bernard as well, “After the meeting, make sure that our warriors are okay. If this illness spreads to our warriors, then it would be a disaster, the Border Exchange would even be pointless this time. Furthermore, assign some men to send those spies away from our doorstep. Having them know about all these things would ruin our chances in the exchange as well.”The series of instructions filled the room with an air of solemnity and tension, none of the Alphas spoke up as each of them had contemplative looks on their faces.“We need to find the cause and cure, before we can do anything. And, Old man Harrick is the only person that can help us, I'm not sure if we would be able to find someone else.” Ronan suddenly mentioned, but he was addressing the group of Alphas.I nodded in agreement, “Now, we can only rely on our physicians. Send the news to your people, we don't know how infectious this disease is, so anyone having rashes or boil should be sent to the clinic

Exalia's POV The weight of urgency seemed permeable around the clinic, as smells of herbs and blood filled the air.The clinic was bustling with life and death likewise, with clamors and cries of piercing through the air sharply.Women clutched their children tightly, with faces covered in blood, dust and tears, each of them having a look of desperation in their pale faces.Even men were no different, no one pretended to be strong, as they conveyed their fear, grief, and pleas in the most direct way.“Why aren't you attending to my husband? He's dying!” A woman wailed painfully as she clenched the arms of a young man, who was making his way over.“Madam, please wait, we will attend to each one of you.” The man tried to placate her gently, but his smile was forced.They don't even have the cure, so how could they attend to them? He's merely trying to console her. The woman endeavored to grab him again, but he quickly slipped away from her hold.The young man rushed out of the clinic,

Axel's POV.The tension in the room was thick, almost stifling. I could feel the weight of everyone’s eyes on me, but I kept my gaze locked on the old Physician. His words still rang in my head, leaving me shaken. Exalia, the cure? How could that be possible? It didn’t make sense, yet something in his expression told me he believed every word.“Alpha Axel,” the Physician said again, softer this time. “Perhaps we should discuss this in private?”A murmur of disbelief swept through the crowd, and someone scoffed, “Private? What does he mean by that? We all deserve to know!”More voices chimed in, demanding answers. I didn’t blame them; this disease had devastated us all, and they were desperate for hope. But the old man simply shook his head, a steely resolve in his eyes.“This is a delicate matter,” he said firmly. “Not something to be discussed in public without careful consideration.”I could sense the growing frustration around us, but I also knew the old man wouldn’t bend. After a

Alex POV;“Oh, Moon Goddess!” The old man exclaimed, his trembling hands checking the pulse of one of the infected children. His face was pale with worry.Beside him, Exalia moved quickly, her steps deliberate but heavy with exhaustion. Even after giving her blood—the one thing that should have saved them—it hadn’t worked. The kids were getting worse, and so was she.“Kitten, it’s time for you to stop. You need to sleep,” I said firmly, my voice gentle but insistent. “Nothing is working, and you’re overdoing it.”She didn’t even glance at me. Her focus was entirely on the old man and the children, her hands trembling as she checked the kids’ temperature and pulse.“Exalia!” I barked, sharper this time, frustration spilling into my voice. She froze mid-step, her back straightening before she turned to face me.Her eyes were fierce, her exhaustion and desperation making her voice crack. “Are you heartless?” she snapped. “I know this disease is infectious, Alex, but that doesn’t mean I c

Exalia; I stood there, unsure of what to say as the old man’s words echoed in the quiet room. “Well, it seems that there’s no cure after all,” he muttered, his tone heavy with defeat. I could feel the weight of his disappointment in the air, like a suffocating fog. Alex, standing beside me, let out a deep sigh, his gaze distant and unreadable. We had returned just a few days ago, but the sight before us was something I couldn’t have imagined in my worst nightmares. The village was a scene of utter devastation. The air was thick with grief. Mothers, young girls, and old men were crying, their voices breaking as they begged for help. The illness was sweeping through the village like wildfire, claiming anyone it touched, and the sight of it made my heart ache. Was this what the Moon Goddess meant by testing me? I closed my eyes briefly, trying to steady my thoughts, but they were scattered. There had to be something I could do