Mag-log inThe morning light feels too bright, too normal, as I walk down the sterile hallway of the medical wing. Kieran follows a few steps behind, carrying Callum in his arms. My son is unusually quiet, as if he can sense the heaviness in the air.I stop at the door to Laura’s private room and turn to face my mate. “No pack members inside,” I say softly. “Just me. Please.”Kieran’s jaw tightens, his golden eyes flickering with the urge to argue. But he doesn’t. He never does when it comes to Laura. He nods, pressing a kiss to my forehead and then to Callum’s hair.“We’ll be right out here,” he murmurs. “Take as long as you need.”I watch them settle into the chairs in the waiting area before pushing the door open.Laura looks smaller than yesterday. Pale. The oxygen mask is back on, and the monitors beep steadily beside her bed. When she sees me, her eyes crinkle with a tired but genuine smile. She pulls the mask down with shaky fingers.“Sienna, sweetheart. You didn’t have to come so early.”
Sienna sat with the hybrids, completely focused. “Tell me everything.”Mira’s mate, a tall, quiet man named Rowan, spoke first. “Some of us can’t control our power. It flares when we’re emotional. One of our group accidentally burned down a safe house when his daughter had a nightmare. Another nearly killed a human who was only trying to help. The power just… surges.”Story after story followed. Uncontrolled shifts. Accidental injuries. The constant fear of being hunted by both humans and pure-blood werewolves. One young man pulled up his shirt to show a jagged scar across his ribs — the result of his own hybrid power backfiring during a panic attack.I stepped forward and placed a hand on Sienna’s shoulder. All eyes turned to me.“Start keeping records,” I said. “Abilities, incidents, triggers — anything that helps you control the power. We need real data, not guesses.”Sienna looked up at me, surprised. I wasn’t usually the one pushing for paperwork.“Humans are already scared of us
The moment the door to our quarters clicks shut behind us, I have Sienna pinned against the wall.My mouth crashes down on hers, hungry and demanding. The entire dinner, the podcast, watching her command the room with that brilliant mind and soft strength — it has been driving me insane.“Shower,” I growl against her lips. “Now.”She laughs breathlessly as I lift her, her legs wrapping around my waist. I carry her straight into the bathroom, already tearing at her clothes. Fabric hits the floor. By the time the water turns hot and steam fills the glass enclosure, we’re both naked.I press her against the tiled wall under the spray. Hot water cascades over us as I kiss her hard, my hands roaming her body possessively. She moans into my mouth, nails digging into my shoulders.“Kieran…” she gasps as I trail my mouth down her neck.I bite down where her neck meets her shoulder — not the full claiming bite, but hard enough to leave a mark. She cries out, arching into me. My wolf howls in s
The recording light blinks red, and my heart beats a little faster. I adjust the microphone in front of me, glancing at Elena Lazar, who sits across the table with barely contained excitement. We’re in one of the pack’s newly converted meeting rooms turned temporary studio.Isla and Tabitha flank me like bodyguards. Isla keeps everything organized on her tablet, while Tabitha is already live-tweeting teasers to the Luna Chaser forums.“Ready, Luna?” Elena asks, grinning.I nod. “Let’s do this.”The podcast begins.“Welcome back to Moonstruck Confessions, everyone,” Elena says, leaning into the mic as she owns it. “Today is special. We’re coming to you live from Revenant Pack territory with none other than Sienna Hart — the Hybrid Luna herself — along with her best friends Isla and Tabitha. Ladies, thank you for being here.”Tabitha waves at the camera. “Thanks for having us! Also, the venison last night? Ten out of ten.”Isla smiles politely. “We’re here to tell the truth.”I lean for
The smoke drifts straight into Kieran’s side of the table. He looks personally offended by it, like it has done so on purpose.I sit at the head of the main table with Sienna beside me and Callum in a reinforced high chair between us. My mate looks radiant in the firelight, golden flecks in her eyes catching every spark. She wears a simple dark dress that clings just enough to remind me exactly what we started in the shower this morning.I am already regretting this.Elena Lazar, the Luna Chaser leader, leans forward with wide eyes as an enforcer sets down a massive platter of venison. “This is… actual werewolf dinner? No filters? No human-safe version?”Rowena smiles from across the table, calm and regal. “We don’t hide what we are here. Eat first. Then decide if you still want to help us.”One of the women drops her fork. Another whispers, “That’s not supposed to be real.” The third just keeps blinking, as if trying to reload her brain.Sienna’s hand finds my thigh under the table an
Cass looks at me like I just volunteered us for disaster. Kieran’s eyes narrow, but before he can question me further, the door swings open again.Cass steps in, looking slightly harried, followed by a woman I recognize instantly—Elena Lazar, the outspoken leader of the Luna Chasers. Behind her trail three other women, all wide-eyed and vibrating with barely contained excitement.Tabitha, who had slipped in behind them, crosses her arms and mutters loud enough for everyone to hear, “They’re kidnapping the poor girl. I knew it. First the war, now cult recruitment.”Elena doesn’t even blink. Her gaze locks on me, sharp and assessing. “Luna Hart. You called for help?”I stand, still holding Callum close to my chest. “I did. The narrative is turning against the packs. Humans are blaming werewolves instead of the Architects. I need the Luna Chasers’ reach. Your forums, your influence, your voices. Help us tell the real story.”Elena tilts her head, a sly smile playing on her lips. “We can
Where the hell did that car come from?One second, I'm laughing at the barista's dumb joke, stepping off the curb without looking. Suddenly, I felt the headlights blinding me, the engine roaring, and the tires screeching as the car swerved.Then him. Kieran's body slams into mine from behind, hard
Elara is still talking about increased patrols and wolfsbane toxicology, but her words fade as my attention locks onto the girl at the coffee counter.Sienna Hart.When the sun is shining, she looks different. She seems softer, wearing a simple dress, and her hair tied back casually. She is not try
The music dies mid-beat.I push up on my toes, trying to see. People are running for the exits, others frozen in place, their wide, horrified stares fixed on the back of the club.Oh God.A werewolf, torn apart mid-shift. The body is caught between forms, human limbs twisted at wrong angles, fur ma
I turn back to my drink, swirling the last of the whiskey in my glass and letting the burn settle deep in my stomach.This is a mistake.Every girl like her walks in here hoping, praying, begging for attention from a wolf. Fucking reckless.I should send her away, make an example of her for wearing







