All Chapters of THE LUNA'S ECLIPSE: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

VALERIA’S POV"I need to make my wrongs right."Magnar’s words echoed in my mind, looping like a cursed melody I couldn’t shut off.Did he think a simple declaration of guilt would make up for everything? That a few whispered truths could erase years of torment?His father had played with my life for years. Now, Magnar was trying to do the same. The only difference was, this time, I wouldn’t be their pawn.Why should I even trust him? Why should I believe that all of a sudden both of them grew conscience? I know that Magnar’s weakness is his father, he cannot go against him and he is trying to be responsible to gain the Alpha position.If he wants to help me he will have to go against his own father. But his words were not a complete lie, so its hard completely disregard them.I needed a plan.And I needed Elijah.Elijah was the only person I trusted with every fiber of my being. If anyone could give me an outside perspective—someone who wasn’t tangled in the web of Dimitri and Magnar

The young warrior stepped into the sparring circle, rolling his shoulders as he took his stance. He was confident—eager, even. Maybe he thought I’d be an easy opponent. Maybe he believed the whispers that I was weak, untrained.I studied him for a moment, tilting my head slightly. He was fast, I could tell. A quick, agile fighter who relied more on speed than brute force. But that was fine. Speed was something I could counter.“Ready?” he asked, shifting his stance.I didn’t answer. I simply raised my hands, signaling I was prepared.He lunged.Fast. But not fast enough.I sidestepped his attack effortlessly, my movements fluid. He barely had time to react before I pivoted, sweeping his legs out from under him. He hit the ground hard, a grunt escaping his lips as dust kicked up around him.Murmurs spread through the crowd.He scrambled to his feet quickly, a flicker of determination in his eyes. He wasn’t going to let a single hit take him down. That was good.This time, he moved with

VALERIA’S POV“No more sparring. We’re done for today,” Magnar announced, his voice carrying across the training grounds with finality.A collective breath of relief swept through the warriors, and one by one, they began to disperse. I could see some of them glancing in my direction, a mixture of wariness and newfound respect in their eyes.I mentally rolled my eyes. Of course, he had to put an end to it just when things were getting interesting. I turned on my heel, ready to leave, but before I could take more than a few steps, I felt a hand wrap around my wrist—firm, but not forceful.Magnar.“How did you do that?” he asked, his tone unreadable.I arched a brow, shaking off his grip. “Do what?”“How did you take them down?” he repeated, his brows drawing together as he studied me. “You’re not trained.”That made me stop.I turned fully to face him, crossing my arms. “Really? You think we need training to fight?”“Of course,” he answered immediately. “Fighting takes skill, technique.

VALERIA’S POVThe next morning, the scent of roasted meat and freshly baked bread filled the air as I sat across from Yuvonne at the long wooden dining table in the pack’s main hall. Despite my initial hesitation, I had to admit she wasn’t terrible company. She was quiet when needed, direct when she spoke, and didn’t waste time on meaningless chatter.But that didn’t mean I trusted her.I still hadn’t forgotten how Dimitri brought her here without consulting me. If she had convinced him that I needed her, then she was already playing her cards well. I wasn’t naive enough to believe she had no personal stakes in this.I stabbed a piece of fruit with my fork and took a bite, my gaze never leaving hers. “So,” I said, swallowing. “If you have no real idea what you’re dealing with, how exactly do you plan on helping me?”Yuvonne, already sipping her tea, arched a brow at me over the rim of her cup. She set it down calmly before answering. “Witches like to record things,” she said. “Especia

VALERIA’S POVI took a deep breath as I stepped into the basement. The familiar scent of damp stone and dust surrounded me, wrapping around me like an old, tattered blanket. My fingers trailed along the rough walls as I moved forward, my heart tightening in my chest. This was my place. My sanctuary.The one place where I had allowed myself to break.I didn’t want anyone here. Not Yuvonne, not Dimitri, no one. This was where I had buried my fears, my sorrow, my silent pleas to the Moon Goddess. The place where I had spent nights questioning if this was truly what my life was meant to be.Yuvonne stood beside me, her sharp green eyes scanning the space, as if trying to understand what it had meant to me.“I have a feeling that this is where you’ll be able to meditate properly,” she murmured, almost as if speaking to herself.I turned to her, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Why?” My voice came out rough, choked with emotions I hadn’t expected to surface.She hesitated, studying me wit