All Chapters of Revenge of Flame Luna: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Lulu[I’ll be there in a minute.]Not long after, the door swung open. Caspian appeared, his sea-blue eyes sharp with concern, breathing a bit hard as his gaze swept over me from head to toe.“Lulu.” He rushed over at once, his large hands checking my shoulders protectively. “What happened?”I pointed to the floor, where thin wisps of steam were starting to rise. My baby was still crying in my arms, his tiny face red from the sudden spike in temperature.“Listen,” I whispered, ignoring the sweat running down my temples.A low vibration rolled through the room again. A roar full of pain echoed from somewhere deep underground.Caspian went still. He pressed his palm against the stone wall. “That’s an animal. Something huge, Lulu. And it’s in pain.”“We need to check it out, Alpha. My instincts say this has something to do with the Pyromancer we’re looking for,” I said quickly.Caspian nodded, his jaw tightening. “I feel it too. They’re hiding something beneath this palace. But we can’t

LuluI’d been bracing myself for the Dark Sorcerer to just appear right in front of us out of nowhere. But nothing.It was honestly getting on my nerves. My teeth clenched, my gaze sharpening as I scanned the area.“Show yourself. Stop being such a bloody coward!” I shouted.Bits of rubbish scattered along the street suddenly lifted, swirling into a twisting vortex. I spread my arms slightly, shielding my baby in Sandra’s arms.Pyrrha growled in my head. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, sending sharp warning signals through my entire body.“Sandra, run!” I yelled.She didn’t even get the chance to react before something slammed hard into my chest. The force was unreal like being hit by a speeding concrete wall.My body was thrown backwards, crashing onto the rough ground with a heavy thud that knocked the breath right out of me.“Luna!” Sandra cried, clutching my baby tighter. “I… your baby…”“Take her to the inn. Now. Tell Caspian!” I ordered, forcing myself up despite

LuluAnger burned hotter than the pain across my back. I could feel my wolf, Pyrrha, clawing at the walls of my mind, her fangs itching to rip Niobe’s throat out.Siphora—Caspian’s trusted aide, the woman who handled the magical affairs at Sapphire Water—was just standing there. She wasn’t being tortured. She wasn’t being held captive. She was chatting with that robed sorcerer like they were discussing the weather at a morning market.I grabbed Caspian’s arm. My nails lengthened, piercing through his sleeve and into his skin. My eyes demanded answers. He didn’t even flinch. His face was as cold as a mountaintop, his gaze flat, almost lifeless as he watched the betrayal unfolding in front of us.“Caspian, explain,” I hissed, my voice rough, muffled by Elaria’s invisibility spell still wrapped around us. “Why are you just standing there? She’s betrayed you. She’s betrayed the pack.”He didn’t look at me. He just took my hand, squeezing it firmly—a silent order to stay still. “Hold yours

LuluFor the Moon Goddess’s sake, the stench of corpses around me was even worse than death usually smelled.I was still in Pyrrha’s form. My paws were soaked in a mix of water from Caspian’s attack and the enemies’ blood. My fangs were still clenched tight, bits of one of those fire witches’ flesh caught between them.My eyes locked back onto Niobe. She stood there, at the edge of the shattered ritual circle, looking far too calm for someone who had just witnessed a massacre.Her clothes were neat. Her hair wasn’t even out of place. Compared to me who had just gone through something that felt like being skinned alive.Caspian, who had just shifted back from his feral Morpheus form, looked terrifying even now. Naked, his body covered in cuts and bruises, smeared with blood and mud. But he ignored all of it and walked straight toward Niobe.“Well done, Niobe.” Caspian’s words echoed in my head, hitting harder than any fire spell. “Your report on this ritual came in a bit late, but you

LuluIt’s been two days since Caspian admitted the bitter truth about our imperfect bond. For those same two days, we’ve been taking turns scouring every corner of this stifling city, trying to find any trace of Vane.We move in an awkward silence. Even though Caspian keeps trying small things, like making sure I eat properly or draping a blanket over me when I fall asleep from exhaustion, I still keep my distance.Trust, once cracked, doesn’t mend in a single night of regret.That afternoon, the terrace of our inn is quieter than usual. Normally it’s packed with sorcerers chatting away or lounging about, sipping tea that smells suspiciously like horse dung.We’re sat on a bench a bit further from the entrance when Dren approaches. Without much fuss, he hands Caspian a rolled parchment.“Master Thaddeus invites you to the Velodrome tomorrow,” Dren says shortly before walking off. “There’s a show you wouldn’t want to miss as honoured guests.”I glance at Caspian, and I know we’re think