All Chapters of The Gifted Luna : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Draegon stepped into the center of the room, raising his bloodied hand. “My warriors,” he said, “our prey approaches.” The Ravagers growled louder, deeper and then they let out a rumbling sounds that shook dust from the ceiling. “Dark Moon’s Alpha walks into our land,” Draegon continued. “And he does not know… you wait for him.” One Ravager’s eyes snapped open... Glowing pure red. Then the next. Then the next. Soon, the entire chamber blazed with scarlet eyes staring at their Alpha. Draegon’s smile widened. “Feed on the fear of the forest,” he commanded. “Drink the darkness. Sharpen your claws. Because when I release you…”&nb

A warning that something monstrous was waiting. Watching. Hunting. By the time they reached the heart of Bloodfang territory, the night had thickened into something oppressive—like walking through wet cloth. Every flicker of torchlight seemed to bend unnaturally, every sound echoed too loudly, and every shadow felt like it concealed something alive. Draegon’s home stood ahead. A massive mansion carved into the side of a jagged cliff, looming like a beast with its jaw open. Dark stone. Blood-red banners. Absolutely no guards outside. Ralph frowned immediately. “No sentries?” His voice was barely audible. Edwin shook his head. “Either they’re overconfident…” “…or they want us inside,” Tiara finished quietly.

Draegon screamed louder than he ever had as his own shadows turned against him, crushing inward until he fell to his knees, trembling, defeated. The ritual chamber went silent. Edwin lifted his sword. Ralph steadied his daggers. Tiara watched Draegon with cold, prophetic eyes. And together, the trio who walked into his trap now stood over him, the trap fully reversed. The ritual chamber hummed with the last dying sparks of magic. Draegon knelt on the cracked stone floor, shadows leaking out of him like smoke pouring from a broken vessel. Edwin’s sword rested inches from his throat. Ralph’s blades hovered close to his ribs. Tiara’s white-lit eyes stared down at him with icy calm. He was defeated. He knew it. But Draegon was Bloodfang. And Bloodfang wolves never died quietly. Sudde

Ralph stood at the edge of the circle, ensuring none of the prisoners escaped judgment. Tiara appeared beside Edwin, hooded up, face unreadable. Yet every pack member who looked at her stepped aside. The Seer’s presence demanded that much. Then Edwin stepped forward. And silence swept through the amphitheater like a cold wind. His voice carried across every stone, every wall: “Today, the Dark Moon pack confronts the truth that has been buried for years.” He pointed at Draegon. “This man murdered my father, he murdered Luna’s family, and he plotted to enslave our pack to the Shade King.” Gasps echoed through the crowd. One Elder sobbed louder, shaking uncontrollably. Edwin continued, voice steady, sharp: 

The Shade King would not be her battle. The Moon herself was coming. The morning sky was pale and quiet, touched by early sunlight that had barely broken over the hills. Most of the pack was still asleep—exhausted from the tension of Draegon’s sentencing. Tiara, however, had not slept at all after waking from the Moon Goddess’s dream. Her mind replayed every word, every shimmer of divine power, every promise. By the time the sun rose, she knew she had to tell Edwin. She found him outside, in the training yard, sparring alone. Sweat glistened across his arms and back. His movements were sharp and violent, with each strike heavy with the weight of everything he’d endured. He heard Tiara before he saw her. “Tiara?” He lowered his sword, turning