All Chapters of Moonbound Legacy: Chapter 31 - Chapter 39

The aftermath of the attack left a haunting stillness over the pack house. The rogues had retreated, but their assault left more than physical scars. The younger wolves sat in clusters, their hushed murmurs filled with uncertainty, while Callan organized efforts to repair the shattered windows and doors.Luca’s gaze lingered on Isla as she sat at the kitchen table, the journal clutched tightly in her hands. She looked pale but resolute, her lips pressed into a thin line. He wanted to ask what had happened upstairs—what had driven the rogue to flee without a fight—but the exhaustion in her eyes told him now wasn’t the time.Instead, he turned to Callan. “How’s everyone holding up?”“Better than expected,” Callan replied, his tone clipped. “No fatalities, but a few close calls. The younger ones proved themselves tonight.”Luca nodded, his jaw tightening. “And the rogues?”“Gone, for now,” Callan said, but there was an edge of doubt in his voice. “The

Luca paced the length of the pack’s war room, his mind a tempest of thoughts. The meeting earlier had left him unsettled—no closer to answers than they had been after the rogues’ last attack. The pack’s trust in his leadership was unshaken, but Luca felt the weight of their unspoken questions: Why are they attacking? What do they want?He had no clear answers, and it was driving him mad. The journal Isla held was crucial—he could feel it in his bones—but unlocking its secrets seemed more elusive than ever.The low creak of the door behind him pulled him from his thoughts. Callan entered, his expression grave but steady, the way it always was when something serious loomed.“You’re restless,” Callan observed, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorframe.“Restless doesn’t even cover it,” Luca admitted, running a hand through his hair. “The rogues are waiting for something, but I don’t know what. And this prophecy…” He trailed off, shaking h

The morning broke with a haze over the packhouse, the usual routine overshadowed by the tension brewing among the pack. The rogues’ message had shaken even the most seasoned wolves, and the senior members were scrambling to prepare for what felt inevitable.Isla woke to the sound of muffled voices outside her window. The pack’s courtyard buzzed with activity—wolves running drills, Callan barking orders, and younger pack members watching with wide eyes. The sight filled her with equal parts determination and dread.She stepped into the kitchen, her mind already turning over plans. Luca was there, leaning against the counter with a steaming mug of coffee. His expression was distant, but his eyes softened when he noticed her.“Morning,” he said, his voice rough from lack of sleep.“Did you get any rest?” Isla asked, already knowing the answer.“Not really.” He took a sip of his coffee, his gaze shifting to the window. “There’s too much to do.”She stepped closer, lowering her voice so th

The journal sat on the table like a living thing, its worn leather cover emanating an aura of mystery that filled the room. The pack’s meeting hall was quiet now, save for the crackling of the fireplace and the occasional rustle of papers as Astra flipped through pages of notes she had scrawled.Isla leaned forward, her elbows on the table, staring at the book as though it might suddenly offer its secrets. “We’ve been turning pages for hours, and we’re no closer to answers.”Luca, standing behind her, placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Sometimes the answers aren’t in plain sight. We need to look deeper.”Astra snorted, not bothering to look up. “Or maybe the answers are in plain sight, and we’re just too blind to see them.”Isla sighed and leaned back, her gaze shifting to the high windows where the moonlight spilled in, illuminating the room with an ethereal glow. The fight with th

The journal sat between Isla and Luca on the heavy wooden table, its aged pages illuminated by the flickering glow of the fireplace. Isla stared at it, her fingers twitching slightly as if the weight of its secrets was something tangible pressing down on her.“We’re missing something,” she said finally, breaking the tense silence. Her voice was quiet but edged with frustration.Luca leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest. “We’re missing a lot of things. The rogue’s warning, the connection to the prophecy, and why your father had this in the first place.” His golden eyes locked onto hers, searching for something unspoken. “What’s your gut telling you?”Isla hesitated. Her instincts had been both a blessing and a curse lately, leading her to truths she wasn’t sure she was ready to face. “That this journal is more than just a key to the prophecy. It’s a map—guiding us