All Chapters of The Alpha’s Luna and the Bloodmoon Amulet: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The grand Lycan Hall buzzed with whispers, tension thick as the smoke curling from the kitchen. Warriors sat at long wooden tables, their fur still stained with blood from the battle, their faces scarred. Maids walked between them, pouring fresh ale and setting down trays of food, their ears tuned to the whispers swirling like a restless wind. Tonight, the talk was not of war. It was of something far more dangerous. “Did you see it?” a young warrior asked, leaning in close, you could barely hear him over the clinking of glasses. “See what?” the older warrior beside him asked, his tone tired , his eyes red from lack of sleep. “Alpha Cove… he protected her. He fought for her.” His friend laughed and took a deep gulp of ale. “Oh, I saw it. We all did,” he said, shaking his head, his braided beard swaying like a pendulum. “Reckless. He nearly got himself killed for that human girl.” A maid placing a tray of bread hesitated, her eyes darting between the warriors. She glanced

The air was foggy outside, with the scent of damp earth and the distant howls of nocturnal creatures. Raven wandered outside the cavern, her thoughts tangled, she couldn’t stop but overthink her place in all of this. The weight of the truth unsettled her, eating up the edges of her usually unshakable confidence. She had spent years mastering her art of manipulation, twisting people to her will, yet tonight, she felt an unfamiliar unease creeping into her bones. She walked further, drawn by the need for more solitude, but the soft murmur of voices in the distance caught her attention. Instinctively, she pressed herself against the rough bark of a tree, her breath shallow as she strained to listen to the sound she heard. Just beyond the tree line, under the pale glow of the moon, she saw Conan standing stiffly before a shadowy figure, cloaked. The figure’s presence exuded authority, a chilling aura that made Raven’s skin develop sudden goose bumps. "The map," the figure demande, his

Her body twisted, bones shifting beneath her skin. White fur sprouted along her arms, her nails sharpening into claws. The air crackled with power.Conan squeezed his eyes shut.The sounds that followed were not human.Snarls. Roars. The clash of claws against claws. The crack of bones snapping.He felt his baby sister tremble in his arms, and he held her tighter, biting his lip to stop from crying out.ThenA sharp, agonized scream.His mother’s scream.Conan’s eyes flew open.She lay on the ground, blood pooling beneath her. The werewolf loomed over her, its massive jaws dripping blood. She was still breathing, but barely.Her eyes looked toward the crawl space, locking onto Conan’s.She mouthed something,“Run.”Then the beast struck.A sickening crack.Silence.Something inside Conan shattered.His vision blurred, his breath coming in ragged sobs. His small hands trembled against his sister’s bundle, but he couldn’t move, couldn’t look away.The werewolf lifted his mother’s lifele

“She’s dangerous,” Morrigana said flatly.“We already know that,” Lucas, Cove’s Beta sighed, “No!” she snapped, her eyes darkening. “Not like that.”Lucas studied her. “Then explain.”Morrigana’s fingers drummed against the wooden table. “Few days ago, I went to her prison, you know to do my job; interrogate her, get information.”“So?” Lucas frowned, rolling his eyes in exasperation.She leaned forward. “Have you ever wondered how she got out of the chains, how it broke?”“Morrigana get to the point. Alpha Cove seeks my presence”Morrigana exhaled. “Ok, fine… I was there. She had this surge… this power surge. The chains shattered all of a sudden, and I was thrown back like I weighed nothing.”There was brief silence, but Lucas broke it.Lucas skeptical but unsettled. “What are you talking about, Morrigana. She’s human.”“No, she’s not,” Morrigana snapped back, shaking her head. “She’s… something else.” She hesitated, choosing her next words carefully. “I think she’s a witch.” She f

The scent of blood lingered in the air, thick and unshaken by the cold night breeze. The distant hoot of an owl was the only sound breaking the eerie silence. Conan stood near the charred remains of a fire his companions and he had set; his grip firm on the hilt of his dagger. His men had searched the perimeter; nothing but shadows and silence. Yet, something still felt wrong. Then, he heard some sounds, and saw movements too. The figure dashed through the trees, the barest rustle of leaves. Footsteps, controlled but purposeful. Someone was coming. Not creeping. Not running. Just… walking. Conan’s grip tightened. He thought; fool’s mistake. No one approached his territory so brazenly unless they wanted to die. He didn’t hesitate. With a sharp inhale, he lunged into the darkness, his dagger flashing in the moonlight. His instincts guided him; three steps forward, a pivot, a precise slash aimed at the intruder’s throat. But the stranger moved just as fast. A hand snapped up,