All Chapters of Fated To The Blood Moon Alpha: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Lucy’s fingers skimmed over the edges of the old ledger, her eyes scanning each page for inconsistencies. Beside her, Conan hunched over a map, his pen marking possible routes Mira might have taken to Stormclaw territory. The air in the library was heavy with the scent of dust and ink, the quiet tension almost suffocating.“Here,” she said, pointing at a passage of coded text buried within trade logs. “This isn’t a supply route. It’s a message.”Conan leaned closer, his sharp eyes narrowing. “A message to Geoffrey?”“Most likely,” Lucy replied, her voice tight. “Look at the pattern—it matches the other entries we found. Stormclaw isn’t just preparing for a war; they’ve been planning this for months.”Conan cursed under his breath, shoving the map aside. “Karl needs to know.”Lucy grabbed the ledger. “Let’s go.”They found Karl near the barracks, issuing last-minute orders to a group of warriors. His commanding presence radiated authority, but Lucy could see the exhaustion etched into

The sun hung low over the treetops, casting long shadows across the forest as Karl led Lucy to a secluded clearing. His expression was unreadable, his movements deliberate. Lucy followed in silence, curiosity prickling at her. The tension from the council meeting still lingered in the air, but this felt... different.When they stopped, Karl turned to face her, holding a strip of black cloth in his hands. His piercing gaze pinned her in place.“I need to know I can trust you,” he said, his voice low but steady.Lucy frowned, crossing her arms. “Haven’t I proven myself enough already?”“This isn’t about proving yourself,” Karl replied. “It’s about preparing for what’s coming. If Stormclaw makes it past our defenses, we’ll need to rely on each other in ways we never have before.”He stepped closer, holding up the cloth. “I want you to guide me through the labyrinth.”Lucy’s brows knitted together. “Blindfolded? Are you serious?”“As serious as the threat we’re facing.” His tone left no r

The training ground was silent except for the faint rustle of leaves in the night breeze. Lucy sat on a low bench, her chest rising and falling heavily as she wiped the sweat from her brow. Her hand throbbed from the deep gash she’d earned during combat practice, a careless mistake in an otherwise brutal session.Karl stood a few feet away, his eyes narrowed as he assessed her injury. Despite his usual stoic demeanor, something flickered in his expression—a mixture of frustration and concern.“You’re pushing too hard,” he muttered, crouching in front of her. His voice was low but firm.Lucy straightened, unwilling to let him see her falter. “I can handle it.”Karl shook his head, already reaching for the medical kit on the nearby bench. “Clearly not. You’re bleeding.”She winced as he took her hand, the sharp sting of the cut flaring under his touch. His movements were precise but uncharacteristically gentle. The contrast was startling; this man, who had spent so much of his life buil

The night was thick with unease, the silence in Lucy’s room broken only by the soft rustle of the wind outside. She lay on the bed, her limbs heavy with exhaustion, but sleep was elusive. The vision of the blood moon ritual replayed in her mind like a haunting melody.In the dream, she had stood side by side with Karl, flames licking the ground at their feet. The air had been alive with power, and the sky was painted red, the blood moon casting an eerie glow over them. Karl’s eyes had burned with determination, but it was her own reflection that unsettled her the most. She hadn’t looked afraid. She had looked... powerful.Lucy jolted upright, her chest heaving. The vividness of the dream left a residue of dread in her veins. She pressed a hand to her forehead, trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside her.A knock at the door broke her spiraling thoughts. Before she could respond, Karl stepped in, his presence filling the small room. His gray eyes found hers immediately, an

Lucy’s heartbeat pounded in her ears as she moved swiftly through the dim corridors of the packhouse. Mira had escaped once, slipping through their fingers like a ghost in the night. But she wouldn’t get a second chance.Word had spread through the pack like wildfire—Karl’s trusted advisor had been a traitor all along, feeding information to Geoffrey and plotting their downfall. Now, the pack was on high alert, every warrior under strict orders to hunt Mira down.Lucy had barely slept, the weight of everything pressing down on her. But when she overheard the whispered reports from the patrol guards—Mira had been spotted near the war room—she knew this was her moment.This time, they would not let her slip away.She rounded a corner and nearly collided with General Axton, who was striding toward the war room with purpose. His face was carved from stone, his sharp gaze unreadable.“She’s inside,” he muttered.Lucy nodded, her pulse quickening. Axton pushed the heavy doors open without h