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The War Council
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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
The Luna He Lost The Ghost House
SeleneThe silence after Rowan’s exile was thick.Not just a pause—but a weight.Wolves watched me differently now. Some with fear. Some with awe. A few with something darker—resentment simmering behind cautious eyes. But I didn’t regret it. I couldn’t afford to. I’d cut the mark from his chest not just to punish him—but to send a message.We are not fragile anymore.We are not the hunted.We are wolves who remember.But even so, a quiet unease settled in me like smoke curling behind closed doors. And when the camp fell asleep again, and my wolves returned to their shelters, I stayed awake.Staring at the map I kept unrolled on the war table in my quarters.A map Killian had marked with red threads and ink. Council strongholds. Outposts. Old Duskbane territories. But my eyes kept drifting to a different mark.A lone X pressed into the borderlands between Silverclaw’s fallen territory and the mountains. A place no one had returned to in years.Elarose Estate.My childhood home.Or what
The Luna He Lost The Blood That Binds
SeleneThe fire hadn’t burned out by morning.Its embers still glowed quietly in the centre of Hollowfen’s old courtyard, a slow, living reminder of the night before—the night I fully claimed my name, my bloodline, and a future I could no longer avoid.The wolves hadn’t scattered. They’d stayed close, many of them sleeping curled beneath the makeshift awnings or pressed against the rubble like it could still protect them. We were still rebuilding. Not just the stronghold—but the bonds between us. The fragile trust that power had once shattered.But something had changed. I saw it in the way they looked at me now. Less fear. Less doubt. More… something. Reverence, maybe. Resolve.And in the quiet that followed the storm, I could feel the pulse of something awakening beneath our feet. Like the land had heard us. Like Mairead had heard us.“Do you ever get used to it?” I murmured.Killian stood beside me on the stone steps, watching the sky lighten behind the spire of a broken tower.“Us
The Luna He Lost Ashes and Blood
SeleneMorning in Hollowfen tasted like stone and damp moss.The wind hadn’t warmed, but something in the air shifted—less brittle, more alive. As if the land itself remembered breath. The wolves were moving early. I could hear the soft crunch of boots and paws against broken earth, the low hum of voices echoing between half-toppled walls.We were rebuilding the bones of a dream scorched to ash centuries ago.But dreams, I was learning, didn’t rise quietly.“Are you sure you want the well cleared first?” Cassian asked, coming up beside me with a clipboard and an eyebrow raised. “We don’t even know if the water’s clean.”“It was once,” I said. “And we’ll need it if we’re staying.”“We still could leave,” he muttered. “Find another stronghold, one not crawling with ghosts.”“Would you?”He hesitated.“…No.”I nodded and turned back to the clearing. In the early light, the ruins shimmered with a strange kind of beauty—weathered stone softened by time, vines curling like poetry along old
The Luna He Lost Secrets Beneath Stones
SeleneHollowfen groaned like a creature long asleep.It wasn’t just the wind rattling through broken towers or the creak of vines shifting against old stone. It was something deeper—a hum beneath my feet, a pulse in the air. Ancient. Watchful. As if the ruins themselves remembered things the rest of the world had tried to forget.I stood in what used to be the main hall—though calling it that now felt generous. The roof had caved in years ago, and ivy spilled across the floor like green blood. The flagstones were cracked and moss-ridden, but the bones of it remained. A wide arch still stood at the far end, empty and echoing, framing the forest beyond like a portrait of time lost.Killian moved beside me, silent.We hadn’t spoken much since his confession last night. I didn’t know what to say. His past as part of the Council’s elite—it wasn’t a betrayal, not exactly. But it felt like a weight we hadn’t known we were carrying. Another thread in the web that bound our fates tighter than
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