All Chapters of ELARA; THE LUNAR ALPHA : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Elara’s POVThe night air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and lingering smoke from the battle. My body still thrummed with the energy of my confrontation with Raven. Even though I had driven him back, I knew the fight was far from over. He was dangerous, more so than ever before, and if I was going to truly stop him, I needed more than just my own strength. I needed guidance.I exhaled slowly, centering myself as I walked through the Lunar Clan’s camp. Wolves moved around me, tending to the wounded, reinforcing our defenses. Their spirits were weary, but they did not falter. They had survived the ambush. They had survived him. And they would continue to survive, so long as I stood between them and Raven’s darkness.But even I had my limits.That’s why I needed the High Order.I reached the main tent, where the pack leaders gathered for counsel. My mother, Luna Seraphina, sat at the center, her presence commanding yet serene. Her silver-streaked hair cascaded over her shoul

Lyanna’s POVThe morning air was crisp, laced with the fresh scent of damp earth and pine. The first light of dawn painted the sky in soft hues of orange and pink, casting long shadows over the forest clearing. Birds stirred in the treetops, their soft chirping the only sound cutting through the silence.I leaned against the wooden railing of my cabin, watching the world wake up. My mind was restless, thoughts weaving through my head like tangled threads.Then, as if summoned by fate, I saw him.Kael stepped out of his cabin, stretching his arms over his head, his dark hair still tousled from sleep. His gaze swept across the clearing before he started toward the main path.Without a second thought, I stepped forward.“Kael,” I called.He paused, turning toward me. “Lyanna.” His voice was calm, but there was an underlying edge to it—like he wasn’t sure what I wanted.I walked closer, offering a small smile. “Come take a walk with me.”Kael hesitated. His dark eyes searched mine, but

Raven’s POVThe dark chamber was silent except for the steady dripping of water from the cave ceiling. Shadows danced along the stone walls, twisting like restless spirits. I inhaled deeply, letting the raw energy of the underground cavern settle into my bones. Power had a scent—it was thick and electric, tingling against my skin like a storm waiting to break.Dorian stood beside me, his sharp features set in a mask of concentration. The spellbook lay open between us, its aged pages whispering secrets only the worthy could decipher. We had been at this for weeks—honing our abilities, reaching into the depths of dark magic to prepare for what was to come.The fall of the werewolves.“You’re holding back,” Dorian muttered, his crimson eyes flickering toward me.I arched a brow. “And you’re impatient.”A muscle in his jaw ticked. “Power means nothing if we don’t use it.”With a flick of his wrist, the torches lining the cavern flared to life, bathing the chamber in flickering orange ligh

Orin’s POVThe wind howled as I journeyed through the dense forest, my warriors flanking me on either side. We moved swiftly, the urgency of the situation pressing upon us like a vice. The betrayal still burned in my veins, but worse than that was the truth it revealed.The dark ones were growing bolder.And if they had sent Axial after me, then none of us were safe.The First Clan needed to know.Luca needed to know.The journey to the First Clan’s territory was long, but I pushed forward without rest. The moment we neared their borders, warriors surrounded us, their weapons raised in silent warning.“I seek an audience with your Alpha,” I declared, my voice firm. “Tell Luca that Orin of the Second Clan brings urgent news.”The warriors exchanged glances, then nodded. One of them disappeared into the trees, leaving us waiting under the watchful eyes of the guards.Minutes later, the warrior returned. “Come.”Without hesitation, I strode into the heart of the First Clan’s village, my

Elara’s POVThe sharp sting in my side reminded me that the battle had taken its toll. I pressed my fingers against the wound, feeling the warmth of fresh blood against my palm. It wasn’t deep, but it was enough to slow me down if I ignored it.I scanned the courtyard, where warriors were tending to the wounded and clearing the bodies of the fallen Shadowborn. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and burnt flesh, a grim reminder of how close we had come to losing everything.I turned toward the forest’s edge, thinking I could find a quiet place to tend to my wound. But before I could take another step, a familiar presence appeared beside me.Kael.His golden-brown eyes swept over me, taking in my tensed posture and the way I clutched my side. His gaze darkened. “You’re hurt.”“It’s nothing,” I said, forcing a small smile. “I’ve had worse.”Kael crossed his arms, his expression unimpressed. “Elara, don’t do that.”“Do what?”“Pretend like you’re fine when you’re clearly n