The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 184

Chapter 184: Valmora Holds The Reins

Meredith.

I woke up feeling like I hadn’t truly slept at all.

A slow, stubborn yawn pulled from my chest as I pushed myself up from the mattress, my joints cracking faintly from stiffness.

My limbs felt heavy, as if sleep had left behind a fog that refused to lift.

The truth was, I hadn’t fallen asleep easily.

Last night, after we returned, I had changed into my nightdress, sat at the edge of my bed and just... waited. Waiting for Draven to come. To step in, maybe to explain more, because there was no need for him to apologize — I knew he had done nothing wrong to me directly.

But still... I had expected something—a few words, a look that might clear the distance.

But he never came.

And so, at some hour between awake and asleep, my eyelids had finally won, dropping closed under the weight of my disappointment.

Now, as I stretched again, I felt the ache of it settle deeper than my muscles — something like quiet resentment, curling at the edge of my thoughts.

Then, just as my breathing steadied, Valmora’s voice spilled into my mind, as cold and certain as winter wind.

"The Great War won’t happen in Duskmoor."

I froze mid-stretch, and my hands dropped to my lap. That was so out of the blue... so Valmora.

Regardless, a war outside Duskmoor wasn’t what I had thought at all. All this while, I had assumed we would fight here, in this foreign city, then return home when it was over.

"Where, then?" I whispered aloud, my voice sounding small against the morning quiet. "If not here... where?"

"At Stormveil’s borders."

My heart stumbled in my chest.

Stormveil... Our Home?

That realization struck deeper than I had expected—this war wouldn’t just end here. It would follow us to our own doorstep.

I sensed something off in Valmora’s tone, something tight, almost pained. "What aren’t you saying?" I pushed. My voice cracked a little. "There’s more, isn’t there?"

A long pause followed. Then, finally:

"Before the tide turns, we will suffer casualties."

My pulse thudded painfully in my ears. Casualties. That meant death. Blood. People I’d come to know, to see every morning, might not be there after.

But there was something else I was curious about.

"Who?" I whispered. "Who will win the war?"

"Leave the things for the future in the future, Meredith."

My breath caught. How could she drop something so heavy on me, then just close the door?

"How do you even know all this?" I demanded, my voice rising in disbelief. "How can you see what will happen?"

"I am not like the others. I am ancient, Meredith. I have lived before. Seen before. When we regain our full strength, even you will see glimpses of what is yet to come."

Regain our strength. My strength.

It felt so far away from who I was now—a girl who bruised at the smallest fall, who lost every spar to Draven.

"I have fought wars greater than this. Stood against creatures you cannot yet name, Meredith."

The words hung heavy, cold, and vague. Are there other creatures?.

"You need to double your training."

"What use is a pretty body when you were made to fight for your people?"

"You were created for a reason. To stand beside warriors, to protect what must be protected. Your people."

"Breathe, Meredith," Valmora urged quietly. "In... and out."

"At least I am trying."

"I won’t let you turn me into a cat, purring under your sadness."

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