All Chapters of Taming the Rogue Luna: Chapter 71 - Chapter 79

The entire packhouse is buzzing with activity, every single person on edge, every single person aware of what's at stake. I can feel it. This history, this pack has with Lucien. The day he turned Rogue, the day he killed Octavius' father...The air is heavy as I walk through the hallways of the packhouse, tailing Octavius as we make our way outside, to where the meeting is to take place. he is silent, but I can feel how tense he is. So am I to be honest, and all I want now is to heart the game plan in stopping Lucien and his people.We finally reach outside where members of the pack have gathered. Highly ranked officials as well as ordinary pack members. I make my way to the front of the group, my steps slowing down as I take notice of Lucas, Rafe, Akando, and Audrey, all standing close to each other. Samson and Miyuki are standing in front of them, every one of them seemingly waiting for Octavius and I to arrive.Octavius takes his place at the head of the group, his broad shoulders

The night air bites at my skin as we step outside, the chaos of the attack unfolding before us. Wolves clash in the clearing, snarling and snapping as they fight tooth and claw. The Raven Moon warriors move like a well-oiled machine, their training evident in the way they cover each other’s backs and hold the line.But something feels wrong. Off.Octavius stands beside me, his eyes scanning the battlefield with a sharp, calculating gaze. He’s tense, his shoulders rigid as if bracing for something worse. “This isn’t it..” he mutters under his breath, his voice barely audible over the noise.“What do you mean?” I ask, my own instincts flaring as I try to pick up on what he’s sensing.“They’re holding back,” he says, his jaw tightening. “Lucien wouldn’t send this many wolves just for a distraction. There’s something else...”As if on cue, a figure steps into the clearing, her presence dark, and drawing the attention of everyone around her. The wolves, pull back at the sight of her, each

The battlefield erupts into chaos once again. Growls and snarls rip through the air as claws clash and bodies collide. The scent of blood and earth fills the battleground, heavy and suffocating.Cole charges at Victor with relentless determination, his golden eyes blazing with fury. Each movement is powerful and precise as he lunges at his opponent. But Victor is quick, effortlessly dodging Cole’s strikes, his mocking laughter cutting through the fight. “Is that all you’ve got?” Victor taunts, dodging another of Cole’s attacks with infuriating ease. His voice carries the same smug arrogance as his smirk.Cole’s jaw clenches, his focus never once shifting. “You won’t be laughing when I’m done with you,” he growls, his fists glowing faintly as his wolf surges forward. Lilith, standing nearby, watches with a predatory gleam in her deadly green eyes. Her white hair flows behind her, an extension of her body and her lips curl into a wicked smile. In one smooth motion, she inserts herself

K A I D AThe aftermath of the battle is like stepping into a nightmare. The ground is littered with debris, splintered wood, broken weapons, blood staining the ground in dark patches. Wolves, both in human form and not, are scattered everywhere. Some are limping, others clutching wounds as pack members do their best to help them. But the silence is the worst part. That suffocating, heavy silence that follows chaos…Ten people. Ten of our own, gone.I stand frozen, my eyes darting over the scene, my wolf whimpering inside me at the sight of the carnage. My gaze flicks to a pair of warriors carrying a lifeless body toward the infirmary, and my throat tightens.They were alive only minutes ago. Fighting beside us.The weight of it all presses down on me, and for a moment, I struggle to breathe. The air feels too thick, my chest too heavy."Kaida," Octavius says sharply, pulling me out of my spiralling thoughts.I glance at him, startled. He’s pacing, his movements jerky and uncharacteri

I wake with a start, the morning light streaming through the windows of Octavius’s room. For a moment, I don’t recognize where I am. Till I do. The warmth of the sheets, Octavius’ powerful scent, the soft hum of the packhouse—it’s all so foreign…Then it hits me.Last night. The battle. Victor. Lilith. The chaos that left our pack battered and bloodied.And then Octavius, insisting I move into his room.I sit up slowly, the sheets slipping off my shoulders, and glance around. The bed is massive, far too large for one person, and yet it felt oddly comforting last night. But now, it feels empty, cold even, without him here… Where is he?I reach out through the mindlink. “Octavius?”There’s a brief pause before his voice filters through, calm but clipped. “I’m outside. I didn’t want to wake you. Take your time coming down.”His words are gentle, but I can sense the weight in them, the tension that hasn’t eased since the attack.I swing my legs over the side of the bed and stand, stretch