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Chapter 68: Ashes of What Remains
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The Lost Luna’s Return Chapter 69: What the Moon Remembers
Zoey’s POVWaking up in this brown room still feels strange.The unfamiliarity hits me every morning before my eyes are even fully open. The scent of old wood and herbs, the faint crackle of warmth lingering in the air, the quiet stillness that feels too deliberate to be accidental. It is nothing like what I am used to—and yet, somehow, it is better than the dingy basement I once called a room back in Arrow Heart.That alone should make me grateful.Anders’ cabin has become my refuge for the past few days. A sanctuary carved out of necessity rather than choice. I tell myself that it is temporary, that I will not be here forever, but the truth settles heavy in my chest: I don’t know where else I could go.I reluctantly drag myself into an upright position, the blankets sliding off my shoulders as I stretch lazily. My body aches in that dull, persistent way that comes from exhaustion rather than exertion. Ever since that day, sleep has become a scarce luxury. Every time I close my eyes,
The Lost Luna’s Return Chapter 68: Ashes of What Remains
Kieran’s POVI let myself keep my stoic expression firmly in place.Even as chaos erupts around me—voices crashing into one another, outrage and disbelief colliding in a violent storm that rattles the stone walls of the pack hall. Even as the air thickens with panic, fear, anger, and confusion. Even as wolves shout, elders argue, and warriors tense as if a single wrong word could spark bloodshed.Even as I watch the light fade from her eyes.Zoey’s body sways once before collapsing, her knees buckling beneath her as though the strength has been ripped straight from her bones. The sound of her hitting the floor is dull, sickening. Final. Gasps ripple through the hall. Someone screams her name. Someone else shouts for space. The uproar intensifies, panic feeding panic.I do not move.I do not react.I do not allow a single fracture in the mask I have perfected over years of rule, loss, and restraint.Inside, my chest feels as though it is being crushed from the inside out. My heart spli
The Lost Luna’s Return CHAPTER 67 — The Oath of Eternity Broken
Zoey’s POV It takes me a minute to remember where I am. The ceiling above me is too high, the scent too unfamiliar, the sheets too bright to belong to me. I blink up at the bright room, at the warm afternoon glow seeping through the curtains, and only then do I notice the clothes scattered across the floor—shredded, tangled, thrown aside like they meant nothing. A thin, nearly transparent layer of fabric is the only thing covering my body, clinging to me like a whisper. And then everything comes back. Last night. His hands. My hands. The way we fell apart and came back together. The way I felt him everywhere. My heart lurches so hard I press a hand to my chest. My other hand drifts lower before I can stop it, settling instinctively between my legs like touching that place will confirm the truth. I can’t believe I did that. That we just… did that. My shaky breath catches, and my hand moves from my chest to my stomach, resting there as a new thought flickers—terrifying, imp
The Lost Luna’s Return CHAPTER 66: The Joining
Kieran’s POV The first thing I feel is warmth. Soft, steady heat pressed along my back — a warmth that seeps past muscle and bone, settles somewhere deep inside me, and tells me Zoey is still here. Still with me. Still safe. Only then do I let myself breathe. My eyes open slowly, letting the early morning light filter through my lashes. Dawn paints the room in a pale gold glow, gentle and quiet, like the world is trying not to disturb us. But even without turning, even without seeing her face, I know Zoey is awake. Her breathing is shallow. Too controlled. Her heartbeat has that uneven rhythm she gets when something is weighing on her mind. I lower my voice to a whisper, not wanting to startle her. “Good morning.” There’s a pause — a long enough pause for worry to brush the edge of my chest — before she whispers back, “Hi.” I turn then, letting myself look at her fully. Every damn time, it hits me like the first fall of snow — unexpected and soft and stunning. Zoey’s hair sp
The Lost Luna’s Return CHAPTER 65: The Rite of Purity
Zoey’s POVOur backs are still touching when I open my eyes to the new morning, the faint warmth of Kieran’s body radiating through the thin space between us. The room is quiet, peaceful even, but my mind is anything but. I’m grateful I didn’t slip back into another dream — the last one still scrapes at my nerves, its meaning clawing at me from the shadows. I know I have to tell him eventually. Anders was right. The closer we get to the end of this week, the harder it becomes to keep secrets from him. Everything in me aches to just tell him… yet I don’t know how to break the truth open without breaking something between us.My early morning walk should’ve cleared my mind, but it only amplified the knot sitting heavy in my chest. And somehow, my steps lead me back to the only place that feels stable right now — the lonely cabin tucked at the edge of the lawn.When I push open the door, I’m expecting Anders to be hunched over his bowl like always. Instead, he’s settled in his rocking ch
The Lost Luna’s Return CHAPTER 64: The Night of Shadows
Kieran’s POV“Why are you so nervous?” I ask as we walk down the stairs, our footsteps echoing faintly in the nearly empty pack house. Most of the members have already retired for the night, leaving the corridors quiet. The scent of floor polish and lingering aroma from the kitchen clings to the air.“What? I’m not nervous.” Zoey replies, trying her best to sound confident, but her voice wavers.I squeeze her hand in mine, feeling the faint tremor in her fingers. “I can hear your heartbeat,” I whisper against her ear, leaning close enough to catch the soft hitch of her breath.“Dammit,” Mia grumbles in my head just as we step out into the night.The cool air wraps around us like silk, sharp enough to draw a shiver from her. I take in the sight of her under the moonlight—her white her glows extra bright under the moon’s gaze, her eyes reflecting the glow.“It’ll be fine,” I say, turning her gently to face me and placing my hands on her shoulders. “We’ve made it through the last three.
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