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Chapter 8
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The Heart of a Luna Chapter 8
Noah“I’ll give you your space as soon as I know you are in your flat and safe,” I answer her, forcing a smile that feels utterly foreign to the genuine surge of anxiety and possessiveness churning in my gut. My tone is calm, almost casual, a stark contrast to the internal battle raging inside me. I’ve had years of practice and I know how to put up a good facade.My wolf, Conri, is already beyond pissed at me; he is a storm of frustrated centuries. He has been waiting for this moment, for his mate, for longer than any mortal can comprehend. Now she is here, Lyric, in all her vibrant, werewolf glory, and I won’t, I cannot, fucking bite. Literally.I won’t claim her.The Goddess is fucked up. Giving me a werewolf when she knows how I feel about them. What I will do to a wolf mate.“I can find my own way around,” Lyric says, her chin jutting out with a fierce independence that only makes her more desirable, and more vulnerable. She dangles the keys Dale had given her in the air. “How h
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NoahLyric stares up at me, her wide, expressive brown eyes fixed on mine as if waiting for me to deliver some final, devastating pronouncement. There is a mixture of defiance and weariness in her posture - a tension that speaks of battles fought and many wars lost.She shouldn’t have been able to feel the mate bond.The thought is a sharp, disbelieving jolt. That ancient, powerful rune branded into the back of her delicate neck was meant to suppress all her wolf abilities and other magical influences, especially one as potent and disruptive as the true mate bond. Yet, it was powerful enough to bleed through, and like a phantom limb it suddenly woke inside her, pulsing with undeniable, feral necessity. I saw the flicker of that profound, unsettling connection in her eyes the moment I touched her.“I am sorry, your highness,” she says, the words clipped, delivered in a low, even voice that betrays none of the internal chaos I know she must be feeling. “I have no desire to be your mat
The Heart of a Luna Chapter 6
LyricWe travel like rogues - avoiding wolf territory, and sticking to the human lands. Any wolves we do cross don’t register what I am, but they do cast curious glances in Elijah’s direction.I can see how many of them process it, and how they reach the conclusion that we are a wolf-human couple. It’s common, and many wolves leave their packs if their Alpha’s don’t approve of such a union.The rune the priestess burned into the back of my neck does its job too well. I can feel Star inside me, but she is muffled now. Pressed down and folded away, as if someone has wrapped her in thick cloth and told her to stay quiet.It also means I can’t rely on my senses the way I used to. Every scent is thin and ordinary. Every shadow feels unfamiliar. Every creak of a branch sounds like teeth gnawing on a bone.It’s terrifying.Elijah doesn’t speak much. He watches. He listens. He keeps his body positioned between me and everything else - like a shield that never tires. He sleeps light, eats fast
The Heart of a Luna Chapter 5
LyricMy father’s parlour has always felt like the only place in Three Towers that belongs to me, even though nothing here ever truly has. The chairs are old and scarred from decades of claws and boots, the leather softened by bodies that have sat in them to argue, to grieve, to celebrate. The hearth burns low tonight, not roaring - just steady, the kind of fire warms a space without suffocating you. The table in the middle of the room is laid the way it always is: bread, dried meat, a bottle of dark spirits, two cups. I pace around the room. My abdomen still aches in that deep, bruised way that reminds me I gave birth recently. My empty arms ache in ways I can’t explain. The door swings open hard enough to thud against the stone, and my father strides in like he’s walking into a war room instead of his private parlour. He looks the same as he always does - big, broad shoulders, heavy hands, greying at the temples that he’ll deny if anyone says it aloud. Forty-five, and still stron
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LyricThe council chamber feels different when I enter it, not colder, not darker—just tense, as if every stone in the room is holding its breath. The elders sit in their carved seats, arranged in a half-circle around the central floor. They were expecting me. The priestess made certain of that.I walk carefully, each step measured. My thighs ache. My abdomen throbs with a steady, dull pressure. The scent of blood—my blood—lingers despite the rinsing and wrapping. I am not healed. I am not composed. I am simply here because there was never truly a choice.Bryce stands near my father’s chair, positioned too close to the place reserved for the future alpha, as though proximity alone might make it true. He turns as I approach, studying me with faint irritation, the kind a man shows when an inconvenience interrupts his plans.My father watches me with furrowed brows, trying - and failing - to read me.The priestess stands at the far end of the chamber. When our eyes meet, she gives a smal
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LyricOutside the tower, the pack begins to howl as the moon crests the treetops. Their voices rise in long, resonant waves that vibrate through the stone walls. It is a powerful sound, alive and unified, but it has nothing to do with me or with Bryce, who is still wrapped in Leila’s embrace.They are howling to herald the arrival of the high priestess—the woman they revere more than almost anyone in the North.She usually plans her visits months in advance. She almost never arrives unannounced.The sound cuts through me with sharp precision. My wolf—weak, fading, curled in on herself after everything that has happened—flinches at the echo of divine power threaded through the chorus. Even in this state, she recognizes the presence of the Temple.I must have dozed off from the healer’s potions, because the world had slipped out of existence, and the next thing I’m aware of is a soft knock at my door.The little bundle I cradled in my hands is gone. Someone took her while I slept and co
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