All Chapters of ELARA; THE LUNAR ALPHA : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Luca’s POVThe forest was eerily silent as we moved through the dense underbrush, our footsteps barely making a sound against the damp earth. The weight of what was coming pressed against my chest like an iron chain. Every step we took carried us closer to the unknown, to whatever remnants of our pack had survived.Elara’s mother walked beside me, her pace steady despite her age. There was a quiet determination in her movements, a resolve that had not wavered since we left the cave. She had told me she wouldn’t be here much longer, yet she moved as if she carried the strength of a hundred lifetimes.The sky above was a deep shade of violet, the first hints of dawn stretching across the horizon. It was the perfect time to travel—before the hunters stirred, before the creatures of the night disappeared into their hiding places.Still, an unease settled in my bones.Something was watching us.I slowed my steps, my hand instinctively resting on the dagger strapped to my side. "We’re not a

Luca’s POVThe night smelled of war. We had stepped into the First Clan. It wasn't a good idea, I knew their leader didn't like me but he pretended whenever we gathered in the council. We tried our best to leave the territory before they could realise it.Then I perceived the scent of damp earth, sweat, and something far more dangerous, blood. It lingered thick in the air, a silent promise of what was to come.The First Clan was coming.They knew we were here and would attack.I stood on a rocky outcrop overlooking the clearing where the remnants of my pack prepared for the inevitable. We were battered, worn from days of journeying, but not broken. Not yet.Lyanna stepped up beside me, her silver eyes reflecting the moonlight. “They’ll be here soon,” she murmured, scanning the forest beyond.“I know.”She hesitated. “We can still run, Luca.”I turned my gaze to her, sharp and unyielding. “No.”Running was all we had done. The First Clan wanted us wiped from existence. If we ran aga

Elara's POV The scent of silver and blood filled the air, thick and nauseating. My muscles tensed as I crouched behind a fallen tree, Kael beside me, both of us watching the old mining structure ahead. This was no ordinary hideout. It was fortified, too many guards, too much activity. The hunters had turned this place into their stronghold.Kael studied the layout, his sharp eyes scanning the perimeter. "Three guards patrolling, two at the entrance. They're carrying silver rounds."I exhaled slowly, adjusting the grip on my dagger. "Then we can’t afford mistakes."He smirked, casting me a sideways glance. "You sound like me now."I rolled my eyes, ignoring the way my heart clenched at his teasing tone. "Focus, Kael."He chuckled under his breath, then nodded. "We take them out quietly. You go left, I'll take right."Without another word, we moved.The first hunter never knew what hit him.I slipped through the shadows, silent as death, my dagger slicing clean across his throat. His b

Elara’s POVThe hunters did a good job with hiding their territory and schemes.Kael and I arrived at a place, it was busy with hunters trying out and creating different weapons.The scent of burning wood and silver clung to my nostrils as we hid and peeped through the bushes. My muscles screamed in protest, but I ignored the pain. We had to get back to the pack with valid information or strategy they were building and a way to destroy them. Kael’s breathing was steady, his powerful strides barely slowing despite the weight of our injured packmate. I could feel his anger radiating off him in waves. He wasn’t just furious about the ambush, we had been set up. Someone had tipped the hunters off about our mission.And when I found out who, I would rip their throat out myself.The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting silver streaks across our fur as we shifted mid-run. The moment my paws hit the earth, my senses sharpened, the forest opening up before me in a rush of scents and

Raven’s POVThe flickering torches cast eerie shadows against the stone walls of the underground chamber. The air was thick with the scent of burning herbs and something darker—something ancient.I sat on my throne, my fingers tapping against the armrest, my jaw clenched so tightly it ached.Luca.That name echoed in my head like a curse.A messenger had come just moments ago, trembling as he spoke the words I had dreaded to hear.Luca had taken control of the First Clan.The very clan I had crushed, the one that had fallen into ruin after Dorian’s disgrace, was now rising again under a pathetic boy who should have died with the rest of his kind.The thought made my blood boil.My warriors stood at a distance, knowing better than to approach when my fury was this potent. I could feel the dark energy stirring inside me, urging me to act.But it wasn’t enough.I needed more power.I needed the Dark Spirit.Rising to my feet, I stormed out of the chamber, my footsteps echoing through the