All Chapters of The Exiled Luna : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Zara's pov The howl echoed across the mountains, carrying with it a chilling sense of inevitability. Every wolf in the clearing froze, their eyes snapping to the forest beyond. My heart thundered in my chest, my claws digging into the dirt as I tried to calm the rising panic. “Stay here,” Kael barked, his voice sharp and commanding. He turned to the gathered wolves. “Patrol teams, spread out! No one gets past the borders!” The wolves shifted seamlessly into their forms, powerful bodies melting into fur and claws, before disappearing into the trees. Only Kael and Seris remained by my side. “They’re moving faster than I thought,” Seris muttered, her blue eyes scanning the horizon. “What do they want now?” I demanded, my frustration breaking through the fear. “They already made it clear they think I’m some kind of threat. Why not just attack outright?” Seris didn’t answer immediately. Her gaze flicked to Kael, then back to me. “Because they want something more than you.” I

Zara’s POV Seris requested we do the ritual ina a room so I took her to an empty room in the pack house. The room was dark, lit only by the dim glow of a single candle Seris had lit in the corner. Her voice was soft but persuasive as she leaned closer to me, her eyes shimmering with something I couldn’t quite place. “You have to trust me, Zara,” she whispered. “The answers you seek are locked away in your memory. If you let me, I can help you recover them. You deserve to know who you truly are and why your power is so important.” Her words were tempting, the promise of finally understanding the emptiness in my mind pulling at me like a magnet. For so long, I had lived in the shadow of questions I didn’t have answers to—questions about my family, my power, and the life I’d been forced to live. Seris reached out, her fingers hovering near my forehead. “It’s just one spell, Zara. One little incantation, and it will all come back to you.” I hesitated, my instincts screaming at me

Zara’s POV The room was dark, lit only by the dim glow of a single candle Seris had lit in the corner. Her voice was soft but persuasive as she leaned closer to me, her eyes shimmering with something I couldn’t quite place. “You have to trust me, Zara,” she whispered. “The answers you seek are locked away in your memory. If you let me, I can help you recover them. You deserve to know waho you truly are and why your power is so important.” Her words were tempting, the promise of finally understanding the emptiness in my mind pulling at me like a magnet. For so long, I had lived in the shadow of questions I didn’t have answers to—questions about my family, my power, and the life I’d been forced to live. Seris reached out, her fingers hovering near my forehead. “It’s just one spell, Zara. One little incantation, and it will all come back to you.” I hesitated, my instincts screaming at me to pull back, but I couldn’t deny the desperation I felt. I wanted to know. I needed to know.

Zara’s POV The note weighed heavily in my hand, its simple words echoing in my mind: “Stop searching, or you’ll regret it.” Whoever sent it wasn’t bluffing. The message wasn’t just a warning—it was a threat, and I couldn’t ignore it. Ryker had been pacing the room since the letter arrived, his movements sharp and deliberate. “We have to assume they know what you’re looking for,” he said, breaking the silence. “They?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly. “Who do you think sent it? The Keepers?” “Most likely,” he replied, stopping to face me. His jaw clenched. “But there’s a chance it’s someone we haven’t accounted for yet. A third party.” “Third party?” The idea sent a chill through me. “You mean someone who isn’t with the Keepers or us?” He nodded, his eyes narrowing. “There are other factions out there—smaller, more secretive groups who want the prophecy for themselves. If one of them found out about your brother…” The thought was too much to bear. I stood abruptly, my hands

Zara’s POV The weight of the letter sat heavily in my pocket as we moved through the dense forest, each step crunching against the fallen leaves. The night air was thick with tension, and though none of us said it aloud, we all felt the same thing. We were being followed. James walked ahead, his steps sure and silent, as if he knew this land better than anyone. Ryker stayed close beside me, his hand never straying far from his dagger. Seris, on the other hand, moved like she had no care in the world, humming under her breath as if we weren’t running for our lives. I couldn’t shake the feeling that the note—Trust no one—wasn’t just a warning. It was a test. And I wasn’t sure any of us would pass. We reached the ruins of an old stone outpost deep within the forest, hidden by thick vines and moss-covered walls. It looked like no one had been here in centuries, but James insisted it was safe. “Stay inside,” he ordered. “I need to check the perimeter.” “I’ll go with you,” Ryker sa