LOGINLuna's POV
The forest was dark and cold, the only sounds were the crunch of leaves beneath my feet and the distant howls of wolves. I ran blindly, my chest heaving with every ragged breath. My legs ached, my mind spinning with questions I didn’t have time to process. “Keep moving,” the man-Kael-growled behind me, his hand gripping my arm as he guided me through the trees. “Where are you taking me?” I demanded, trying to yank my arm free. “Somewhere safe.” His voice was sharp, but not unkind. “Why should I trust you?” I snapped, finally pulling away and stopping in my tracks. He turned to face me, his amber eyes glowing faintly in the moonlight. “Because if I wanted you dead, you’d already be dead.” I swallowed hard. He wasn’t wrong. I glanced over my shoulder, half-expecting to see the rogues bursting through the trees. “Why were they after me? What do they want?” Kael’s jaw tightened. “It wasn’t random.” “What do you mean?” I asked, my voice rising. He hesitated, scanning the forest as though expecting an ambush. “Not here,” he muttered. “We need to keep moving.” “No!” I stepped back, my fists clenched. “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s going on.” Kael’s gaze locked onto mine, his expression hard. For a moment, I thought he might argue, but then he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “The attack was planned,” he said quietly. “Planned?” My stomach dropped. “By who?” He didn’t answer, his silence speaking volumes. “No.” I shook my head, backing away. “That’s not possible. My father would never-” “Your father would do whatever it takes to secure his pack,” Kael cut in. “Even if it means sacrificing you.” The words hit me like a slap. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” His eyes softened slightly. “You don’t want to believe it, but deep down, you already know it’s true.” “No!” I shouted, my voice echoing through the trees. “You’re lying!” Kael stepped closer, his expression calm but firm. “Think, Luna. Why would the rogues target you during your betrothal ceremony? Why take you alive? That wasn’t an accident.” I shook my head, tears stinging my eyes. “You don’t know anything about my father.” “I know more than you think,” he said bitterly, turning away. “Now, if you want to survive the night, you’ll follow me. Or stay here and wait for them to find you. Your choice.” He started walking again, his broad shoulders disappearing into the shadows. I stood frozen for a moment, my mind racing. Could he be right? No. It didn’t make sense. My father would never put me in danger. Would he? A distant howl shattered my thoughts. My heart leapt into my throat, and I scrambled to catch up with Kael. “I’m not doing this because I trust you,” I said breathlessly as I fell into step beside him. “I just don’t want to die.” “Fair enough,” he said, his tone unreadable. We moved quickly through the forest, Kael leading the way with confidence. He seemed to know exactly where he was going, which only made me more suspicious. “How do you know this area so well?” I asked, breaking the silence. Kael glanced at me over his shoulder. “I used to be a Beta in your father’s pack. Remember?” I frowned. “I remember you were exiled. For treason.” He smirked, but there was no humor in it. “Is that what they told you?” “That’s what happened,” I shot back, though doubt crept into my voice. “Believe what you want,” he said simply. I wanted to press him further, but his tone made it clear he wasn’t in the mood for questions. Eventually, we reached a small cave hidden behind a thick curtain of vines. Kael pulled them aside and motioned for me to enter. “In here,” he said. I hesitated. “How do I know this isn’t a trap?” He rolled his eyes. “If I wanted to trap you, I wouldn’t need a cave to do it. Now get in.” Reluctantly, I stepped inside. The cave was dark and cool, the air damp and musty. Kael followed, letting the vines fall back into place. “We’ll rest here for the night,” he said, sitting down against the wall. I stayed near the entrance, keeping my distance. “You still haven’t told me everything.” Kael sighed, leaning his head back against the stone. “You don’t need to know everything right now.” “Yes, I do!” I snapped, my frustration boiling over. “You show up out of nowhere, drag me into the woods, and throw around accusations about my father. I deserve answers!” His eyes opened, and he studied me for a long moment. “Fine,” he said at last. “What do you want to know?” “Why were you exiled?” I demanded. Kael’s jaw tightened. “Because I found out something I wasn’t supposed to.” “Like what?” “Something about your father and the alliances he’s making,” he said vaguely. “That doesn’t explain anything,” I said, crossing my arms. “I’m not going to lay it all out for you here,” Kael said sharply. “Not when we’re being hunted. You want answers? Stay alive long enough to hear them.” I glared at him, but his words stung. He was right. This wasn’t the time or place for a full interrogation. Silence fell between us, broken only by the distant rustling of leaves outside. “You should rest,” Kael said after a while. “I can’t,” I admitted. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Luna, I know this is hard to hear, but you can’t go back. Not yet.” I frowned, shifting uncomfortably. “Why not?” Kael leaned forward, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. “If you go back now, they’ll kill you.” His words hung in the air, and I felt the blood drain from my face. “What do you mean… kill me?” I whispered, my voice trembling. But Kael didn’t answer.Luna's POV The first howl split the night like a blade. It came from the shadows beyond the ruins - low, guttural, and close enough to make the hairs on my arms stand up. Kael didn’t hesitate. His sword was in his hand before I could even breathe. “Stay behind me,” he said, his voice sharp as steel. “I’m not-” “Luna.” His eyes locked on mine for a heartbeat. “Behind me.” The growl of approaching footsteps was the only warning we got before Magnus’s fighters broke through the crumbling archway. They moved like wolves even in human form-fast, coordinated, eyes glowing with the Blood Pact’s silver light. The mark on my arm flared, heat rushing up my veins like fire. My knees almost buckled, but I forced myself to stay up. Kael stepped forward to meet them. The first fighter swung, and Kael blocked, their blades clashing with a metallic scream. Sparks lit the air. He spun, cutting low, his movements so fast they blurred. I backed toward the ritual circle, my pulse hammering.
Luna's POV The Blood Moon was almost here. The sky above the ruins had bled from silver to deep crimson, the light spilling into the cracks in the ancient walls like fire. The herbs were laid in a perfect circle. The silverroot glistened faintly, the moonfern trembling like it could feel what was coming. Kael knelt in front of the circle, striking flint over the dried dusk petals. “Once the fire catches, there’s no going back,” he said without looking up. “I know.” My voice was steady, but my hands weren’t. He finally glanced at me, his eyes sharp. “Stay inside the circle no matter what. You hear me?” I nodded. “And you?” He gave a half-smile. “I’ll be wherever you need me.” The first curl of smoke rose from the herbs. My mark flared with heat - not pain, just an insistent throb like it was aware of the ritual starting. I took a step toward the circle. That’s when I heard it. The sound of boots against stone. Kael stiffened instantly, his hand going to the hilt of his bl
Luna's POV The ruins felt different in daylight. The cold stone that had whispered of ghosts last night now hummed with something… alive.Kael said it was the moon. Even though it wouldn’t rise red until nightfall, the air was already thick with its pull.We worked in silence most of the morning, gathering herbs from the overgrown gardens behind the main hall. My fingers brushed over purple moonfern, the leaves shivering under my touch. The scent was sharp - metallic, almost - and it made my mark ache faintly.“Careful,” Kael said from a few feet away, crouched over a patch of silverroot. “Too much contact and the mark will start reacting.”I straightened, brushing my hair from my face. “Feels like everything makes it react these days.”He glanced up at me, the sun catching in his eyes. “That’s because we’re close. It’s not going to get easier from here.”I tried to smile but it came out thin. “Comforting.”We filled our pouches - moonfern, silverroot, dusk petals, and a small bundl
Luna's POV The tunnel narrowed, then opened into a wide, echoing chamber. The air here felt older, heavier, like it had been waiting centuries for someone to disturb it.Our boots crunched over layers of dust and grit as we stepped inside. Faded moonlight spilled in from a crack in the ceiling, just enough to show the walls.I froze.“Kael,” I whispered, pointing.The walls weren’t plain. They were painted - no, carved and painted. Figures moved along the stone in a sequence, like a story frozen in time. Wolves. Moons. Blood. And in the center, a circle of people standing around a blazing mark on the ground.Kael moved closer, brushing away the cobwebs with the back of his hand. His voice was low when he spoke. “It’s a mural. Moonborn work. Very old.”I took a step toward the nearest panel. The figures were robed, their faces shadowed. One held a dagger, the blade dripping into the mark on the ground. Another - smaller - stood with their hands raised to the sky as the moon above th
Luna's POV “They might be part of the pact,” he said. “Or just rotten. Either way.”We turned left at a split because left was narrower and Kael likes narrow when he’s being hunted. I liked narrow because it made me feel held, even if the hands were stone.Another sound slid along the passage - the wrong, soft step of a shadow made of wet night. My breath sped up. Kael lifted a hand without looking back - breathe with me - and I matched him. It steadied me enough not to trip.The floor dropped in a shallow, slick ramp. Kael took it first, bracing one hand on the ceiling to slow. I followed, boots sliding. My shoulder hit the wall. Something moved there - cold and sticky. I jerked away with a hiss.“You okay?” he asked, voice low.“Yes.” My heart said no.We kept moving. The tunnel narrowed into a choke point. Stone pressed my shoulders; the ceiling skimmed the top of my head. Kael turned sideways, passing through like a letter slipped under a door. I went after him, chest scraping
Luna's POV The morning air was cold enough to bite through my cloak. I pulled the hood lower over my head, the weight of my pack tugging on my shoulders as Kael and I followed the narrow dirt path out of the hills.The ritual site was still a full day’s journey away. One day, if nothing slowed us down. But the mark under my skin was already burning - hot, sharp, random.I pressed a palm against my ribs, right over where the faint, silvery glow sometimes leaked through. “It’s worse today,” I murmured.Kael slowed, glancing at me from the corner of his eye. “How bad?”“Like… someone’s pressing a hot iron into me. Then letting go. Then pressing again.”His jaw tightened. “Tell me the second it gets unbearable. Don’t try to be brave.”I frowned at him. “You think I’m trying to be brave?”“I think you like to pretend you’re fine when you’re not.” His voice was low, matter-of-fact. “I’d rather you tell me than pass out in the middle of nowhere.”I rolled my eyes, though my heart squeezed a
Luna's POV We left at first light, when the sky was the color of cold iron and the smoke on the ridges looked like sleeping beasts.Kael chose the team: me, two scouts from the north slope - Rin and Joss - and Lera, the old baker who threw stones like they were arrows. Lera insisted.“I can still
Luna's POV The sound still hung in the air long after it faded.A howl - long, low, stretched thin across the ridges. Not a wolf’s cry of hunger. Not a mourning call. Something else.Around the camp, survivors stirred. A mother pulled her children closer. Men and women reached for spears. Fires c
Luna's POV The night was quiet after too much noise.The campfires burned low, each one a small island of light in the valley’s dark sea. Survivors had curled into cloaks and makeshift tents. A few guards kept watch at the edges, but for the first time in days, the air didn’t feel like it was hol
Luna's POV The tightness of my ceremonial dress made it hard to breathe. Or maybe it wasn’t the dress. Maybe it was the fear of what was about to happen. The packhouse ballroom sparkled with candlelight, and the scent of freshly cut flowers filled the air, but none of it mattered. Not the golden







