All Chapters of Rise of Forsaken Luna: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

I never asked to don a crown.Turning to face the wolves gathered about Dax, his voice sliced through the quiet, harsh and steady. But so be it, if that is what it takes to keep us alive.The renegade wolves moved nervously, their scars clear in the dim moonlight, their allegiance broken but not yet gone."You believe a title qualifies one as a leader?" A grizzled outlaw moved forward with doubtful voice. "You have much to prove before we follow you."Then allow me to demonstrate it. Dax's claws curved, amber eyes burning with relentless will.Dax first starts the chapter in the position of the Rogue King, a title he grudgingly accepts as the broken rogue packs gather behind him for survival.Zaia watches nervously, divided between helping Dax make his choice and worried about the weight it puts on him."You're taking on too much," I whispered softly, fingers just flickering with fire. You do not have to accomplish this by yourself.Dax's voice stayed strong as his eyes softened. This

"We have bled for this ground."With the Crescent Moon pack standing shoulder to shoulder with the rogues, their features marked with weariness and defiance, my voice pierced over the freezing night air travelling across the collected wolves. "We have battled for that." We have gone missing for it. We will also protect it up until our last breath. Dax moved forward with flaming amber eyes and flexible claws at his sides. "If somebody questions that, walk forward right now. Know this, though: we fight either as one or hardly at all. The audience sank into a tense quiet until a renegade wolf sharpened his voice. "For you to say, Rogue King, easily. Your nice does not have roots here. Indeed we do. Dax did not waver; his eyes were steadfast. If conflict scorches roots, they signify nothing. Sebastian spoke in a quiet but forceful tone. "The war has no opinion on your stance. It matters only if you survive. Though they present a unified face in the most recent fight, residual distrus

You misled me.Though my voice shook, the fire raging within it was indisutable. "You have been working against us all this time.” The traitor froze, guilt written on every line of their face wide-open. "Zaia, listen—they started, but Dax's low, lethal growl sliced across the air." Amber eyes flashing, he cautioned not, You do not get to explain. Zaia first finds indisputable evidence of a pack traitor opening the chapter. Stashed artefacts and hidden correspondences suggest someone providing Cassandra information. The identity of the traitor shakes the Crescent Moon pack and leaves Zaia stunned at the treachery. "For what length of time have you been working with her?" I insisted, flames flashing dangerously close by. "How long have you been endangering every one of us?" The treachery erodes pack confidence as wolves wonder whether others could also be dealing with Cassandra. Knowing the cohesiveness of the pack hangs on a string, Zaia battles to keep control. "We are alread

"They're inside the gates!," saidThe scream broke the silence of the night and echoed around the Crescent Moon fortress as anarchy broke out. Wolves changed mid-run, their cries mingling with the scream of fire and steel's collision. "Hold the line!!" As I entered the centre of the battlefield, I yelled, flames exploding all around. "Save the pack at all means!" Dax showed up besides me with bloodied amber eyes blazing. We cannot hold them like this. Cassandra's army is much too powerful. Then we push back harder, I murmured, holding his arm. "This is our house." We fight until nothing else to fight for remains. Lead by Cassandra, The Haunted launches a large attack on the Crescent Moon fortress breaking through the defences by means of shadow magic and raw force. Taking leadership of the pack, Zaia urges the wolves to keep their ground ablaze with her fire. We have experienced worse before, I added, answering their terrified looks. We have survived as well. We will endure this

"You cannot repair already broken things."As the renegade in front of me turned away from me, the words lingered in the air, biting and sour. Though his arms were shackled, his gaze showed no shattered defiance. Stepping closer, flames glowing weakly at my fingers, I whispered, "That's where you're wrong." "Reforging even shattered ties is possible. Only then, however, will you want them to be. "What makes you think I want anything to do with this pack?" he hissed, glistening silver eyes flickering in the firelight. The chapter opens with Zaia attempting to arbitrate conflicts between the Crescent Moon wolves and the rogues, whose union is eroding daily. Resurfaced old grudges include wolves accusing the rogues of treason and their refusal to fit into the pack. A rogue muttered, his voice tinged with resentment: "We do not belong here." "We neither now have nor will." "That's not true," I stated squarely, looking at him. "We are stronger taken as a whole. Only so, however, prov