All Chapters of Rise of Forsaken Luna: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

As we descended into the ancient hug of the forest, it appeared to be breathing. The tall moss-covered trees created a canopy so thick the moonlight hardly reached the ground. The Crescent Moon Woods has long been a mystery, its mysteries spoken softly among the pack elders. I would find the truth buried deep tonight.I looked over my shoulder at the following group. Dax strolled by my side, his calm and soothing presence despite the strain emanating from him. Kade and two other rogues were behind us; their looks combined wariness with interest. The document I had discovered during the raid blazed in my pocket, its cryptic warning still vivid in my head: "The artefact must be protected at all costs. The key is the Luna. "This place gives me the creeps," Kade said, staring down the shadows as if they would come alive. You sure are headed in the correct direction?I nodded, while doubt bit at the margins of my determination. "Once before, the Moon Goddess guided me here. These forests

As I stood in the middle of the gathering, the brightness of the relic created flickering shadows across the camp. My voice was firm but my chest tightened with the weight of what lied ahead. if it seemed heavier than its physical shape, as if it bore the demands of the Moon Goddess herself, the artefact in my hands exuded warmth."We have what Cassandra wants," I said, staring over the wolf and rogues assembled before me. "But this is a duty rather than just a triumph. We have already lost if we are not ready, if we lack faith of one another.Murmurs of uncertainty mixed with fascination swept over the assembly. Kade stood close to the rear, his arms folded and his face guarded. Ever the doubt-ridden sceptic, Dax stayed by my side, his amber eyes looking around the camp for any signs of disagreement."This relic is not only a weapon," I said. "It represents the power we may attain together. But if we stay split, it will not matter what strength we possess; it will destroy rather than

The molten amber eyes of The Guardian pierced me with a weight that begged my whole focus. Its presence caused the chamber to be so tense that was difficult to inhale. The wolf signified more than simply its size or the strength flowing from it. The last exam. Of my soul rather than of strength.The Guardian hissed, its voice booming like the roar of far-off thunder, "prove your worth." "You have overcome your anxieties; yet, a broken spirit cannot provide the force you are looking for. Show me you can mend damaged things.Deep down within me, the words really connected. Long before this event, my spirit had been broken by rejection, by betrayal, by the weight of leadership I had never been ready to bear. Now I stood on the brink, trying to put myself back together.The room moved about us; the only constant as the light darkened was the brilliant eyes of the Guardian. Though it wasn't as I remembered it, I found myself standing in the centre of Crescent Moon country as the gloom lift

Tension permeated the camp as word of Cassandra's soldiers approaching the eastern slope resonated among the wolves. The placid resolve of everyone around me stood in sharp contrast to the turmoil developing within, as preparations turned into frenzy. The relic throbbed in my palm, a reminder of the power I still had to completely comprehend as well as the responsibility I held.The eastern ridge was not distant, hence the attackers would be upon us not too far away. Standing in the middle of the clearing, every look weighted down on me. I was their Luna, their boss; failing was not a choice. "We have little time," I murmured, my voice echoing over the whispers of the assembled wolves. "Cassandra's armies will not stop until we are broken; they are closing in. But we are battling not simply for survival. We are fighting for our future, for the link we have created here, for everything she wants to steal from us.The gathering stilled, staring at me. While some were terrified and othe

Sharp and distinct, the scout's cry reverberated over the camp. Wolves staggered to their feet, their motions quick and instinctual. This was a sound that begged attention, a cry to be ready for the worst.Tightly clutching the relic, its warmth anchored me as anarchy tore across the camp. The fight against Cassandra was psychological, emotional rather than just physical. We wouldn't have a chance either if we neglected the divisions inside our alliance.Stay calm, please. I barked, my voice piercing the mounting suspense. Everyone, to your points of view. Right now, we have no idea what we are working with.The wolves stopped, their gaze darting between me and the darkness spreading beyond the edge of the camp. Then they obeyed one by one, falling into shape.Dax and Kade walked forward, their faces deliberate but their stances tight. "What's the intention?" With a hushed voice, Dax asked.Searching the forest line, I remarked, "We meet them head-on." But we keep the line together. N