All Chapters of The Demoted Luna : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Rapheal's POV I leaned back against the chair in Torin’s council chamber while trying not to hiss from the dull ache spreading across my ribs. The physician had insisted I remain in bed for at least another week after the horse slammed into me, but apparently nobody in this cursed world ever listened to physicians. Not Torin, not Narek. Definitely not me.The windows were open and the evening breeze pushed through the room softly, carrying the scent of wet soil from outside. Narek stood beside the shelf arranging scrolls the council had abandoned after the meeting ended. His sleeves were folded to his elbows and his hair was tied loosely behind his head, though some strands had escaped and rested against his cheek.I watched him quietly.No.That was a lie.I had been watching him for days now.Ever since I woke up with him crying beside my bed like I had already died.Ever since he refused to leave my side.Ever since he started looking at me with those annoying soft eyes that made

Nia's POV I had spent enough weeks inside Dark Crest Moon pretending to be recovering, pretending to be distracted by Darren's attention, and pretending to be far less observant than I truly was, but beneath every smile and every carefully chosen word, Kiera and I had been gathering pieces of information that slowly formed a much larger picture than either of us had anticipated.The more evidence we uncovered, the more convinced I became that the situation was far more dangerous than anyone realized. What had initially looked like isolated incidents connected to Crystal Pack gradually revealed itself to be a network that stretched through several layers of the pack. Every trail we followed eventually led us toward the same group of people, and although none of them appeared important on their own, together they formed a chain that allowed information to move through Dark Crest Moon without drawing attention.Kiera sat across from me inside my room while sorting through several notes

Darren's POV I stood frozen for a moment as I watched Nia disappear from the hall with Torin beside her and Kiera barely able to stand between them.The entire hall had fallen into complete silence.Nobody spoke.Nobody moved.Even the elders who had been shouting only moments ago looked shaken by what had just happened.I slowly turned around.My eyes landed on Liora.Her face was swollen.Blood stained her lips.One side of her cheek had already begun turning purple.She looked nothing like the proud woman who had walked into the hall earlier.For the first time since I had known her, she looked afraid.Very afraid.The sight should have satisfied me considering how furious I was at the moment, yet it only made my anger burn hotter because none of this explained why Nia had exploded the way she did.Nia was many things.She could be stubborn.She could be ruthless.She could be sarcastic enough to drive anyone insane.Yet she was not reckless.She never acted without reason.If she

Narek's POV I did not know how long we stayed like that.One second I was pulling him back because I could not stand watching him walk away from me again, and the next second my lips were on his.The world seemed to stop.The frustration that had been building inside me for days disappeared the moment Rapheal kissed me back.His hand gripped my shirt tightly as though he had finally run out of patience too.My heart slammed violently against my chest.Moon Goddess.I had kissed people before.I had shared affection before.Nothing had ever felt like this.Nothing had ever made my thoughts completely disappear.Rapheal shifted closer and I felt my breath catch.For days he had ignored me.For days he had refused to look at me properly.For days he had acted as though I was nothing more than an inconvenience.Yet the way he kissed me now told an entirely different story.His fingers tightened around my shirt.My own hand found his waist before I even realized what I was doing.The kiss

Nia's POV I was still burning with anger by the time I left the infirmary.Every step echoed through the corridor while Kiera's battered face remained fixed in my mind. The image refused to leave me alone no matter how hard I tried to focus. Her swollen wrists. The bruises across her skin. The way she could barely remain conscious when Torin carried her into the room.Somebody was going to answer for that.I did not care who it was.The guards stationed throughout the pack house quickly moved aside when they saw me approaching. Some lowered their heads. Some simply avoided eye contact altogether.Good.At least they had enough sense not to test my patience.My boots struck the stone path leading toward the prison grounds while my wolf paced restlessly beneath my skin.She wanted blood.I wanted answers.Neither of us was willing to compromise.The prison sat near the western side of the pack territory. Thick stone walls surrounded the structure while armed guards stood watch near eve