Wolves in Silk and Smoke

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• The Luna He Lost   The Mirrorlands

  SeleneYou’d think saving the world—or at least trying to—would come with some dramatic music or maybe a thunderclap in the sky. But instead, it came with paperwork.Literal paperwork.The morning after Briarhollow, I found myself hunched over a desk that still smelled like old wax and damp wood, going through ancient alliance scrolls while my tea went cold.“You’d think being chosen by prophecy came with better perks,” I muttered.Killian glanced up from across the room, where he was oiling his sword like it had personally offended him. “What, you thought saving the world would be glamorous?”“I thought maybe it wouldn’t include so many legal clauses,” I said, waving a dusty scroll.He snorted. “You sound like Cassian.”“Please, if I sounded like Cassian, I’d be complaining with my whole chest and quoting a dramatic poem about death.”As if summoned, Cassian popped his head into the room.“I heard that,” he said. “And I do not appreciate the slander. I quote only the best dramatic po

• The Luna He Lost   Ashes Of The Hollow

  Selene There are moments that feel like lightning in your blood. When everything slows down just long enough for your instincts to scream. That’s what it felt like, stepping into the center of Briarhollow and watching flame erupt from a robed hand like a promise. I didn’t hesitate. The Moonfire blade was already in my hand by the time the flame fully formed. I stepped into the strike, the blade slicing through the heat like it was smoke. The air cracked with the sound of magic hitting magic, and the Obsidian Eye acolyte staggered back, clearly not expecting resistance that felt... ancient. The others moved fast. Killian was beside me in seconds, blade raised. Elara barked out a warding spell that rang through the air like a bell. Tess vanished from my peripheral vision, only to reappear behind one of the attackers, her knife buried deep in the gap beneath their ribs. Cassian, ever dramatic, let out a battle cry that probably woke the gods and charged straight into the fray. The

• The Luna He Lost   Briarhollow

  Selene I didn’t sleep that night. Not because I couldn’t—I was bone-tired, head aching and shoulder still raw from the fight in the crypt. But because the moment my head touched the pillow, everything started replaying in my mind like some badly edited horror film. The blade humming in my hand. My father’s betrayal. The ancient whisper of something buried too deep. Also, my mum wouldn’t stop rearranging the jars in the infirmary. “That’s the feverfew,” I said for the fourth time, leaning against the doorway as she moved the same jar of herbs from one shelf to another like it had offended her personally. She didn’t even look at me. “It was in the wrong place.” “It was alphabetised.” “It was incorrectly alphabetised.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Mum.” She turned, finally. There was something in her eyes I hadn’t seen in years. Not just exhaustion. Not even guilt. Something quieter, sadder. Like she was trying to hold everything together because if she stopped movi

• The Luna He Lost   The Reunion

  SeleneThe mountain wind was sharper than I expected, slicing through my cloak like tiny knives. It wasn’t even that cold, not really—but the chill had burrowed under my skin anyway. Maybe it had nothing to do with the wind at all. Maybe it was because of what I was about to face.Killian rode beside me in silence, his face grim and unreadable. On my other side, my mother clutched her reins with steady fingers, but her eyes never stopped moving—as if the mountain itself was watching us. Or maybe she was watching it, remembering.None of us spoke as we reached the gate carved into the rock wall. Two guards stood at attention, their eyes flickering to me before they lowered their heads.I nodded once. “Open it.”One of them hesitated for half a second—just a twitch of uncertainty—then moved to trigger the mechanism. With a groaning scrape, the stone doors slid inward, revealing the tunnel that led to the mountain prison. The air changed instantly. Heavy. Stale. Too quiet.I didn’t look

• The Luna He Lost   The Sealed God

  SeleneThe blade hummed in my hand like it knew me. Like it had been waiting—not just for anyone, but for me. It pulsed once, a quiet heartbeat against my palm, and the weight of it was both grounding and terrifying.Cassian stared at the weapon like it might bite him. “You sure that thing isn’t cursed?”I gave a shaky laugh. “Aren’t all the best things?”He didn’t find it funny. Neither did Tess, who was holding her side where her stitches had torn open again. Blood soaked through her makeshift bandage, but she said nothing. Just kept her eyes on the crypt walls like they might close in on us at any second.Killian moved beside me, sword still drawn. “We need to get out of here. That blast—whatever it was—it could’ve woken more than just ghosts.”He wasn’t wrong.The air had shifted. Grown heavier, like something was breathing beneath the stone. The silence wasn't empty anymore. It was… waiting.“Grab what you can,” I said, forcing my legs to move. “There might be more in here we can

• The Luna He Lost   The Blade

  SeleneI didn't sleep that night.Not from fear. Not even from exhaustion—though the ache in my bones told me I should’ve collapsed hours ago. But something had shifted inside me. Like the moment I’d read my mother’s journal, a latch had opened. And now, everything was pouring through—memories I didn’t remember having, names I didn’t know I knew.The scent of moonlight on cold stone.The whisper of cloaks dragging along marble.A lullaby I hadn’t heard since childhood, now blooming in my head like it had never left.I paced the map room long after the fires were out, after the wounded were settled and the ash had cooled. Killian found me there, eventually, arms crossed, his jaw dark with stubble and soot still smudged on his temple.“You need rest,” he said, not unkindly.“So do you,” I shot back, not looking up.He didn’t argue.We stood in silence for a beat longer, just the faint crackle of the last candle dancing between us. Then he walked over to the table and placed something do