Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 228

I clutched the empty Moonwood Ceremonial Urn to my chest, tears streaming down my face. Victoria’s cruel desecration of Lily’s grave had reopened wounds that had never truly healed.

My wolf whimpered inside me, maternal instincts still raw and bleeding despite the years that

had passed. We needed to do something–anything–to honor our pup’s memory.

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I opened my laptop, searching for ways to memorialize a deceased werewolf child. An online support group for grieving werewolf parents appeared in the search results.

Hesitantly, I clicked the link and began reading through the posts. Stories of loss, of

heartbreak, but also of healing and remembrance filled the screen.

One post in particular caught my attention:

“Finding peace at the Ancient Moon Temple in Ravenwood saved my sanity after losing my

son. Elder Tobias Gray performed the Moonlight Passage ritual, and I truly believe my boy’s

spirit found its way to the ancestral hunting grounds. The perpetual moonstone lamp I lit for

him still burns there, a beacon guiding him home whenever he wishes to visit.”

My heart raced as I read more about the temple. Located in Ravenwood, a neighboring

territory, it was known as a sacred place where the veil between worlds grew thin during

certain lunar phases.

I immediately texted Lucas Blackwood, who had promised to help me honor Lily’s memory

properly after the desecration of her grave.

“Can you take me to the Ancient Moon Temple in Ravenwood? I need to light a perpetual

moonstone lamp for Lily.”

His response came quickly: “I’m sorry, Olivia. My grandfather’s condition has worsened. I need to return to Blackwood Estate immediately. Can it wait until I return?”

I stared at the message, disappointment washing over me. But my wolf pushed forward with maternal determination. This couldn’t wait. Lily had already waited too long for proper

respect.

“Don’t worry,” I texted back. “I’ll go alone. Your grandfather needs you more right now.”

Lucas replied with concern: “The journey to Ravenwood is dangerous, especially for a lone

she–wolf. Please wait for me.”

But my mind was made up. “I’ll be careful. This is something I need to do for Lily.”

I packed a small bag with essentials and the remnants of Lily’s ashes that I’d managed to salvage from the cemetery. The drive to Ravenwood would take several hours, but I needed to arrive before moonrise for the ritual to be most effective.

As I started my car, I felt a strange sense of purpose filling me for the first time since Lily’s death. My wolf, though still wounded by grief, seemed to approve of this mission.

“We’re doing this for Lily,” I whispered, both to myself and my wolf. “She deserves peace.”

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The journey to Ravenwood passed in a blur of winding roads and dense forests.

The Ancient Moon Temple stood atop a hill, its white stone walls gleaming in the late

know I was heading back, only to find the battery had died.

“It doesn’t matter,” I told myself. “I’ll be home soon enough.”

The drive back to Silvercrest territory began peacefully enough. As I approached Silverfang

Bridge, I noticed dark clouds gathering, promising a storm.

was halfway across the bridge when headlights appeared behind me, approaching rapidly.

The car swerved erratically, coming dangerously close to my bumper.

My heart raced as I pressed harder on the accelerator, trying to put distance between us. The

other car swerved again, this time clipping my rear bumper.

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My car fishtailed, and I fought to regain control. As I approached a curve in the bridge, I pressed on the brakes–but nothing happened.

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Panic surged through me as I pumped the brake pedal repeatedly. Nothing. The brakes had failed completely.

Ahead, I could see a school bus full of young pups, stopped at the far end of the bridge. At my current speed, I would crash directly into it.

My wolf’s heightened senses took in everything in a split second–the bus full of children, the steep drop to Moonstone River below, the rapidly closing distance.

There was only one choice.

I yanked the steering wheel hard to the right, aiming for the gap in the guardrail. As my car broke through the metal barrier, time seemed to slow.