All Chapters of Luna Rising: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

JulianDuncan had barely gotten the orders out before we took off to the north side of the pack. We haven't had a serious rogue attack in years, but we were more than prepared for it. Our pack members knew where to go for safety or where to rally to fight.Warriors fell in around us as we raced across the fields. The sounds of fighting reached us—snarls, growls, and yelps—and it only made us run faster. We jumped right in when we reached the battle, Duncan taking out two rogues in what seemed like one swipe. I took stock with a brief glance around to find at least a hundred rogues flowing out of the trees. 'Lucian, get Seren to safety, now! The rogues are flooding in. This has to be a targeted attack.''On it, Julian. We've almost got the pups in the safe room. She won't leave them, but Tristan, Blake, and I are right behind her.'Satisfied that our Luna had the best protection she could, I engaged with the wolves around me. Two big brown ones, matted fur, stinking of decay, started

GideonThe castle loomed exactly as I remembered it—ancient stone soaked in centuries of blood, politics, and secrets better left buried. Even in daylight, the air around it felt heavy, as if the shadows were only pretending to sleep. King Dorian’s presence pressed against my senses before he ever spoke. Power rolled off him in controlled waves, the kind that didn’t need to snarl to remind you who ruled here. When he extended his hand, I noted the deliberate calm in the gesture. A king greeting a prince. An ally. A reminder that I was very far from home."Prince Gideon, welcome. I wasn't expecting to have you visiting again quite so soon." King Dorian clasped my forearm as I met him on the wide steps of his castle."Nor was I, King Dorian. Unfortunately, there have been some very troubling events since we last spoke. I'd like to share what we know, and I admit I'm hoping you may have some insight about some of it."He turned, leading the way to a conference room on the first floor. It

Alpha BrianI pressed my back to the rough bark of the oak, breath slow and measured, every instinct screaming to stay still. The potion the witch had brewed clung to my skin, sharp and bitter in my nostrils, masking my scent beneath layers of crushed herbs and moonflower. Even the forest seemed uneasy around me, leaves whispering in the wind as though they knew something was wrong.It didn’t take long.A young pup burst through the undergrowth, limbs flailing, panic radiating from him in hot, frantic waves. His heart thundered loud enough that I could hear it over the rustle of branches. Princess Seren followed close behind, her movements controlled but urgent, power coiled beneath her skin as she gave chase.Then Lenore stepped into view.She placed herself squarely in Seren’s path, her smile slow and deliberate, eyes bright with something ugly. Her voice carried clearly through the trees as she spoke—taunting, needling, threatening the boy with a casual cruelty that made even me pa

SerenI slumped back on the cot once I was sure Alpha Brian and his men had left the dungeon. My head was throbbing and the silver cuffs on my wrists burned slightly, but that was nothing compared to the full-body ache from whatever they had injected me with. I’d been conscious for hours. I came to in the car, but instincts honed over years of abuse at Blood Moon kicked in and I stayed quiet, acting like I was still out. They fell for it, but I didn’t pick up much information since the alpha slept for much of the ride. It did allow me to work on contacting Kara, though, which was critical for us both. For whatever reason, despite the concoction that surely held wolfsbane, she wasn’t gone completely.My bond with her was muffled, as if it were buried under layers and layers of cotton. I could reach her, feel her energy, know she was safe, but I couldn’t access any of our powers. Teleportation would have come in handy right about now, but I was out of luck on that one. At least she was

LucianI placed a hand on the handle of the main door, sending up a quick prayer that Amelia did her part and didn't betray us. The lobby was quiet when we entered. There was an empty desk off to the right, monitors lined up showing various feeds of the cells below. I could see Seren sitting on a cot on one of the screens. I pointed to the desk, and Sebastian walked around it, looking for information. Jason and Paul were right behind me as I moved to the center door and knocked lightly. It swung open, and I drew in a sharp breath. Amelia was on the other side. She was no longer the pampered daughter of an alpha. Her once lustrous blond hair hung in dirty hanks around her face, which was covered in bruises. Her frame was borderline skeletal. The bit of cloth that covered her couldn't be called clothing—it was just a scrap of torn and tattered linen hanging from her shoulders by a couple of thin threads. Her arms were lined with cuts and bruises, some a sickly aged yellow and some fres