All Chapters of Rise of Forsaken Luna: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Tension was high in the camp as the wolves got ready for what may be their most important fight yet. Everything had been set in motion by the scout's account of Cassandra's men moving towards Heartwood Pass. Weapons sharpened, supplies grabbed, and plans examined in frantic whispers. Every wolf knew the stakes: Cassandra would have a clear path to split and conquer the last of the territories if she held Heartwood Pass.The relic pulsating weakly against my chest, I stood in the middle of the clearing. Its warmth reminded me of the power I carried—a force I was still trying to handle. It was also consoling. The wolves around me moved with a combination of eagerness and anxiety. Our numbers were barely sufficient to meet Cassandra's army head-on even with the Shadow Claws added in.Dax came over, his face stern. The scouts have verified it, he added. She has at least double the number of wolves we have. Should an edge not be found, this struggle will finish before it begins."We have a

The battlefield stopped as the opposing armies sank into a great silence. From both sides, wolves halted with strained breaths and bloodied but still prepared for the battle. Tension permeated the air, an invisible accord hovering between Cassandra's soldiers and us.Cassandra moved closer, a nasty smirk curving her lips as her red eyes glowed with hate. Her voice piercing through the quiet, she said, "Enough of this senseless struggle." Let's resolve this correctly.I straightened as the relic pulsed faintly against my chest. "What are you proposing?" Though I already knew the solution, I asked."A trial by combat," Cassandra said, her tone sarcastic. You and me here. In one-on-one. Winner absorbs everything.The wolves behind me gasped, but I turned my head only towards Cassandra. It was a daring challenge, one that may determine the course of the war in one instant. But it was also a trap, one meant to take advantage of my frailty.I replied, my voice firm, "I don't trust you.""Yo

The weight of the figure's presence covering us like a suffocating blanket sliced across the dark room with its blazing eyes. Its words floated over the cavern: "Your soul comes with a price—the truth."Closing my fists, my wolf bristling at the challenge became aggressive. The relic in my hands pulsed faintly, its light flickering like a thin flame against the monster's utter darkness. The others stood stiff around me, clearly uncomfortable in silence." Exactly what do you mean?" I pressed forward, my voice calm under duress.The figure's grin became wider, a frigid, devoid of warmth look. Said its deep rumbling, which seemed to echo over the stone walls, "you seek answers." "But information is never offered for free. If you want to glimpse the path ahead, you have to offer something in exchange.I stared at the relic, its faint glow reminding me of everything we had struggled for. I refused to give up my soul—that of everyone else as well. "There must be another way," I said with f

The words of the scout hung thick in the air, causing the gathered wolves to whisper questions and discomfort. Shadows that moved on their own sounded like a trick of the light, a story to spook dogs around the campfire. Still, the scout's eyes revealed a different narrative from the fear."Shades?" Dax asked again, his voice tinged with mistrust. "What kind of shadow?"The scout choked hard, his eyes darting between us. "They lacked naturalness." They crossed the woods against the wind. They seemed alive, like this.My spine shivered, but I pushed myself to remain calm. Watching, waiting for my response were the wolves. As Luna, their undoing may be my anxiety. My voice calm, "Show us where you saw them."Under the pale crescent moon, we trailed the scout towards the eastern ridge. The forest was shockingly still, the regular noises of rustling leaves and far-off howling replaced by an intolerable hush. The relic at my breast throbbed weakly, its warmth a consistent anchor amid the m

Early dawn sent lengthy shadows over the wolves preparing for the day. The camp stood silent. Though the dark figure from the previous night was disturbing, there was a growing sense of urgency in the air—a common sensation we were running out on. Every decision I took now would impact the pack and beyond, knowing Cassandra looming over us like a storm cloud.Sitting on the edge of the clearing, I stared towards the sun rising. Its friendliness felt far off, a little comfort against the weight I carried. My hand came easily to the relic resting against my breast, its subtle pulse serving as a continual reminder of the power I carried—and the obligation that went along with it.Unwanted but vivid, memories of my mother surfaced as I stared out to sea. She had been a fiery Luna, a woman whose unwavering compassion won respect apart from her power. Her voice returned to me, a soft but strong reminder of the morality she had incilled in me."Leadership is not about power, Zahia," she had