Chapter 102: Tonight is different

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• Forsaken Luna's Second Chance   Chapter 107: All of me

  BEATRICESome nights, when I was younger, I used to pretend I was the one protecting her—not the other way around.Tonight, I don’t have to pretend.Mom’s still half-asleep when I tiptoe into her room. Her skin’s pale against the pillow, bandages lining her forearms, a faint cut running across her cheekbone. She smells like ash and metal and snow. Like war.Gamma Aria told me what happened out there. Said she saved them all.And she still came back walking like her bones were heavier than they used to be.I perch on the edge of the bed, careful not to wake her, but she stirs anyway. Her eyes flutter open, slow and unfocused. Then—me.She blinks again. “Bailey?”“I brought tea.” I hold up the chipped mug like it’s some kind of peace offering.She smiles faintly. “You didn’t have to.”“I know.”She tries to sit up, but her shoulder protests with a wince. I help her lean back against the pillows. She watches me over the rim of the cup as she sips.There’s so much I want to say. So many st

• Forsaken Luna's Second Chance   Chapter 106: We’re in a trap

  BEATRICEThey hand me the mission scroll like it’s a formality, but I can feel the weight of it settle on my shoulders like frostbite waiting to sink in.A supply team hasn’t returned from Icewind Hills. Four wolves. One elder. Two packs of rations. They were supposed to report back three nights ago.Now, they’re gone.Gamma Aria briefs the council with her jaw locked tight and her arms crossed. There’s talk of sending a Beta-led squad or asking Maxwell to step in, but I hear myself speak before they even finish the sentence.“I’ll lead it.”A few heads turn. Someone coughs. I don’t care.This is my territory now. My people.And they are not disposable.“I want two scouts, two fighters, and a healer,” I say calmly. “We leave before dusk.”Maxwell doesn’t argue. He just meets my eyes and nods once, like he’s been waiting for me to take command of something other than my own recovery.Icewind Hills lives up to its name by the time we reach the ridge.Snow cuts across our cheeks like brok

• Forsaken Luna's Second Chance   Chapter 105: Cowards.

  MAXWELLBy the time we cut him down, he’s barely breathing—but his message burns like a brand across everything I love.The scout who finds the courier rides hard through the forest, blood spattered across his face, voice hoarse from shouting. I meet him halfway down the main slope, still pulling on my coat.“He’s strung up at the northern border,” he gasps. “Alive. But just barely.”By the time I get there, two warriors are working to lower the man’s body from the tree. He’s covered in bruises. Arms dislocated. Ribs broken. But clutched in his left hand—gripped so tightly his fingernails have cut into his palm—is a scroll.Sealed in black wax.I already know who it’s from.I snap the seal cleanly, ignoring the trembling in my fingers. The parchment is stained with water and something darker. Dried blood, probably. It doesn’t matter.The message is short.“Return my mate and my daughter, or I take them by force.”—EThat single initial makes my blood run cold.Enzo.His tone is casual.

• Forsaken Luna's Second Chance   Chapter 104: It's War

  ARIABy the time the second report reaches my desk, I already know the first wasn’t a fluke.I’m saddling my horse before sunrise. The air still reeks of frost and smoke from last night’s embers, but there’s no warmth left in it—not after what we saw yesterday.Three wolves dead in West Hollow. Two children missing. A farmhouse left in pieces. At first, we told ourselves it was a rogue attack, maybe a skirmish gone too far.But the second village—Wrenhill? It wasn’t sloppy. It was surgical.And that terrifies me more than blood ever could.“Ready?” Micah, my second-in-command, mounts beside me.I nod. “Let’s go.”We ride hard through the valley trail, wind slapping against our faces. The terrain between Wrenhill and the border is difficult this time of year—muddy in some places, frozen in others—but that doesn’t slow me down.I need to see the site with my own eyes.The stench hits before the buildings come into view—burnt timber, blood, and the acrid tang of dark magic. I dismount sil

• Forsaken Luna's Second Chance   Chapter 103: Perfect score

  BAILEYI’ve never been the fastest or the strongest—but today, something inside me wakes up like it’s been waiting for this moment all along.The instructor’s whistle cuts through the courtyard air, sharp and unforgiving.I stand in the middle of the testing circle, eyes narrowed, heart pounding like it’s trying to claw out of my chest. Around me, the other academy trainees watch in bored curiosity—some smirking, others barely paying attention. I’m not one of the elite kids. I wasn’t born into this. I ran into it.“Bailey Callahan,” the scout says, reading from a clipboard like my name means something. “Advanced agility and sensory test. Proceed when ready.”I take a breath.And then everything… shifts.The course explodes into life. Hidden traps. Pressure plates. Moving targets disguised in scent. The kind of thing designed to throw off wolves twice my age and size.But I move like I’ve done this a hundred times.I duck before I even see the branch swinging toward me. Vault over a tri

• Forsaken Luna's Second Chance   Chapter 102: Tonight is different

  MAXWELLThe first time I crowned a Luna, I did it with ceremony and council blessing. This time, I do it with no permission but the moon’s.The courtyard is thick with energy.It’s not just the full moon above us, casting everything in silver-blue light. It’s the tension, the breathless anticipation, the kind of stillness that comes right before a storm. I can feel it in the way people shift on their feet, the low buzz of speculation humming beneath their silence.They all feel it.Tonight is different.I stand on the stone platform, dressed in black, the Luna crest cool and heavy in my hand. I turn it over once, then again, letting its sharp edges remind me why we’re here. Why I’ve waited this long. Why I’m done waiting.This isn’t about what Beatrice used to be.It’s about who she is now.And if the council wants to wag fingers and remind me of tradition, they can do it after I’ve made damn sure everyone knows who this pack belongs to.She walks into the courtyard like a shadow wrapp