LOGINThe Luna Who Refuses to BreakThe Cursed Luna’s Return”Outside Moonstone Fortress, the wind roared, shaking the tall windows as if it were warning the warriors within of a tempest far more serious than the one brewing in the skies. The council chamber illuminated by flickering torches cast shifting shadows along the stone walls, resembling restless spirits.Aria stood at the heart of the room, her posture erect, and chin held high. She exuded the presence of a Luna forged from iron—graceful, formidable, and unwavering. Just weeks earlier, she would have quaked under the scrutiny of so many judging gazes. Now, she felt only the fire igniting her blood.The council had convened at Rowan’s behest, yet Aria understood the reality: they had gathered out of apprehension.Apprehension about the prophecy.Apprehension regarding the rogue attacks.Apprehension about her.Rowan made his entrance last. His mere presence enveloped the room like a clap of thunder—authoritative, potent, and filled
The forest engulfed Aria completely.Its shadows loomed darker than the night, its stillness unsettling, as if every living creature within the woods had collectively ceased to exist. The air pulsated with the echo of Rowan’s warning—“If you pursue him alone, you might not come back.”Nevertheless, Aria pressed on.Her wolf stirred restlessly beneath her skin, pacing, driven forward by the faint but undeniable tug of a connection she couldn’t fully understand. Not the mate-bond. Not the Alpha-link. Something more ancient. Something she had never been meant to experience.Twigs snapped behind her.“Aria, stop!” Kael's voice rang out in the darkness.She chose to disregard him.Every fiber of her being insisted she must reach that clearing—the one imbued with that impossible energy. The one that had nearly brought Rowan to his knees. The one that had caused warriors to quake. The one that had called out her name.Not uttered. Called out. As if the forest itself carried the sound.A chil
When the Moon QuakesThe night sky was eerily calm—too calm for a world that had been echoing with forewarnings for weeks. The Moon Palace remained silent, enveloped in a delicate silver light, as if the cosmos were pausing in anticipation. Inside, Aria sensed the heaviness of that stillness like a boulder pressing against her chest.She stood on the balcony of the palace, her fingers clutching the railing, her gaze fixed on the forest beyond the borders. Something was approaching. Her wolf sensed it. Her bones felt it. The air bore a warning so piercing it grazed her skin.Behind her, she perceived Rowan before she heard him. His footsteps were heavy—tension clinging to each movement.“You didn’t rest,” he murmured, stepping beside her.Aria swallowed, keeping her eyes on the distance. “Neither did you.”He did not refute it. Instead, he placed both hands on the railing, leaning forward. “The council intends to move the civilians underground tonight.”“Tonight?” Aria’s head snapped t
The dawn emerged with an odd, unsettling tranquility—one of those stillnesses that felt anything but serene, burdened as if the atmosphere itself was waiting in anticipation. Aria perceived it the instant she exited her quarters. The hallways of the fortress were silent, too silent, yet her instincts prickled sharply against her skin. Something was amiss.She hurried down the staircase, her footsteps inaudible despite her haste. Rowan had departed before dawn for an unexpected assembly with the elders, and while he claimed it was a routine matter, she had detected a tension in him—tense shoulders, curt replies, and a lingering glance he thought had gone unnoticed.Aria reached the main hall to find Elena awaiting her, arms crossed, brows furrowed.“We have an issue,” Elena stated bluntly.Aria felt her heart constrict. “What occurred?”Elena let out a sharp breath. “The western patrol hasn’t reported back. They were supposed to return an hour ago. Lyra tried contacting them—no respons
Shadows That Refuse to Stay BuriedAria sensed the change before she heard anything—the slight tremor in the ground, the soft crackle of energy that brushed against her skin like static electricity. The night air surrounding the Moonstone Courtyard felt unnaturally still, too still for her comfort. It bore a silence that seemed out of place. A silence that lingered, observed, listened.Rowan walked alongside her, his long strides tense, his jaw set in determined focus. The moonlight cast a silver hue over him, accentuating the dark concern etched on his forehead. He had remained quiet since the council meeting, responding to her with only brief replies, and Aria understood that a burden of unspoken truths simmered beneath his restraint.At last, she halted.“Rowan,” she said gently, turning to face him. “Something’s wrong. You’re holding something back again.”He sighed through his nose, as if he anticipated her challenge.“It’s not holding back,” he replied. “It’s about waiting for t
The world descended into a profound, eerie silence once the vision dissipated—so quiet that Aria questioned whether she remained within the illusion. Her chest felt constricted, her breathing irregular, and her legs quaked as if all her strength had been abruptly stripped away.She blinked forcefully.The ruins remained intact. Rowan was still present. Selene was still there.Yet Aria…Aria no longer felt like the same woman who had entered the light moments earlier.For now, she had uncovered the truth.Her mother had not been slain by rogues.She had not perished due to weakness.She had not died because fate was unkind.She was pursued.Targeted.Betrayed by those who were meant to safeguard her.Aria exhaled shakily. She pressed a hand against her chest as if attempting to keep herself intact.Rowan rushed forward, grasping her by the shoulders before she could collapse.“Aria!” His voice trembled, filled with urgency. “What did she reveal to you? What transpired? Look at me—focus







