All Chapters of ELARA; THE LUNAR ALPHA : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Raven’s POVA slow, satisfied smile curled on my lips as I stared into the crackling fire before me. The flames danced, twisting like spirits caught in an eternal waltz, their glow casting flickering shadows across the stone walls of my stronghold.It was almost too easy.I leaned back in my seat, resting my elbows on the armrests, fingers steepled in amusement.The sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the dim chamber. I didn’t need to turn around—I already knew who it was.Gregor.He moved with urgency, his heavy boots thudding against the floor. When he reached me, he bowed slightly before straightening, his face alight with triumph.“My lord,” he said, his voice tinged with barely restrained excitement. “It has happened. The Lunar Clan has exiled Elara. She and Kael were cast out by the Elders. I heard they were having an affair.”A soft chuckle escaped my lips. I tilted my head, regarding him with an amused glint in my eyes.“ Fools. They did it themselves?” I asked, savo

Luca’s POV The night smelled of blood before the first attack even landed.I stood at the highest watchtower of the First Clan’s fortress, the cool wind whipping through my hair as I scanned the dense forest beyond our borders. A heavy silence stretched over the land, thick and unnatural. The usual sounds of night creatures had faded, replaced by an eerie stillness that sent a chill down my spine.I knew what has come.The warning horn had sounded moments ago, its deep, mournful echo sending a ripple of unease through the pack. The warriors were already moving into position, their armor glinting under the moonlight, their faces set with grim determination. But no matter how well-trained or disciplined we were, I knew the truth.We were not ready. Not without her.Not without Elara.I clenched my jaw as the thought burned through me. The Council’s decision to exile her had been a mistake—one we were about to pay for with our blood.A growl rumbled in my chest as I turned to the warrio

Raven's POV I stood atop the high balcony of my fortress, the cold wind whipping against my face as I looked down at the darkened land below. My heart thundered in my chest, not from fear, but from anticipation. Power was within my grasp—I could taste it, feel it thrumming through my veins. The scent of blood and decay clung to the air, but beneath it, I smelled something far sweeter.Victory.A slow smirk curled on my lips as I turned to Dorian, now my most trusted second-in-command. He stood rigid, arms crossed, his dark eyes locked onto mine with that usual unreadable expression. I could feel his skepticism, though he did not speak it aloud. He never did.“Luca barely escaped with his life,” I mused, rolling my shoulders. My body still hummed with the adrenaline of battle. “Next time, I won’t let him crawl away like a wounded dog.”Dorian’s jaw tightened slightly. “He’s strong,” he admitted. There was no admiration in his tone, only cold analysis. “You underestimate him, and you c

Lyanna’s POVThe air smelled of blood and herbs. A sharp contrast, one that always made my stomach tighten. I dipped the cloth into the basin of warm water, squeezing it before pressing it against Rowan’s wounded side. He winced but said nothing, his jaw clenched in quiet suffering.“You should have been more careful,” I muttered, dabbing at the gash along his ribs. “This could have been worse.”Rowan let out a short, humorless chuckle. “ I was but you of all people know the shadowborn are of no match for us.”I stilled for a moment before continuing my work. I thought of Elara. The name had been forbidden in our halls since he sent her away. But now, spoken in his voice, it felt heavier.The power of the moon is inside Elara. She alone can help.“ They would’ve had my head for this,” Rowan admitted, watching me with tired eyes.“ They should have,” I replied without looking at him.A silence settled between us, filled only by the distant crackling of the fire. I could feel his gaze o

Elara's POV The village flourished with life, untouched by the darkness beyond its borders. It was a safe haven, a place where laughter filled the air and worries felt distant.But Kael and I both knew that safety was an illusion.The Shadowborn were still out there, lurking in the depths of the night. And sooner or later, we would have to face them again.For now, though, we embraced the peace we had found.And Kael… he thrived in it.Kael started training the werewolves there and It started with a simple request.A group of young men had seen Kael practicing with his moves one evening, his movements precise, his strikes deadly. They had been in awe, watching him in silence until one of them, a boy no older than seventeen, finally gathered the courage to speak."Teach us," he had said, his eyes filled with determination.Kael had hesitated. He was used to teaching and fighting. And something in the boy’s voice had stirred something in him.So he agreed.What began as a few curious