LOGINLuna's POV
The morning light filtered through the trees, casting long shadows across the forest floor. I hadn’t slept much after last night-my mind was still reeling from everything that had happened. Kael had been by my side when I needed him most, and his kiss... I couldn’t stop thinking about it. The way he kissed away my tears, the tenderness in his touch-it was a kindness I never expected. I sat up from the makeshift bed of leaves we’d built in the cave and saw Kael preparing to leave. His back was to me, but I could see the tension in his shoulders. “You ready?” His voice was quieter than usual, as though he was trying to sound more distant. I didn’t respond immediately. Part of me wanted to stay hidden, to forget everything that had happened outside the cave. But I couldn’t ignore the gnawing sense that I needed to know more. I needed answers about what my father had done-and why Kael was so determined to protect me. “Yeah,” I said finally, standing up and dusting off my clothes. “Let’s go.” Kael didn’t turn to look at me but instead walked toward the entrance of the cave. I followed him silently, feeling the weight of the forest pressing down around us. There was something so beautiful about this place-so different from the life I had known in the pack. As we ventured deeper into rogue territory, the air grew heavier, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were being watched. The dense trees made everything feel darker, and I couldn’t help but wonder how long we would survive out here before my father’s men caught up with us. Kael seemed unfazed, walking with ease. But when he glanced at me over his shoulder, I caught a glimpse of something else in his eyes-a vulnerability, a weariness. “Are you okay?” I asked softly, not sure if I was just trying to ease the tension or if I genuinely cared. Kael’s lips twitched into a faint smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I’m fine.” I wanted to press him for more, to ask what was really going on behind his guarded feeling, but I didn’t. I knew better than to push too hard. We kept walking in silence, the crackling of leaves beneath our feet the only sound. But then, we heard voices-a low murmuring in the distance. I froze, instinctively stepping closer to Kael, my pulse racing. He held up a hand, signaling for me to stay quiet. Slowly, he crouched down, motioning for me to do the same. I followed his lead, my breath shallow as we made our way toward the source of the voices. As we crept through the underbrush, I saw them-several rogue wolves gathered around a campfire, they didn’t look friendly. “Kael,” one of them called, his voice dripping with disdain. “You finally decide to show up?” Kael stood tall, his posture tense, but his expression unreadable. “I didn’t abandon anyone,” he said, his voice cool but laced with a hint of frustration. The rogue who had spoken took a step forward, his eyes narrowing. “Oh, really? After everything we’ve been through, you just leave? No explanation? No warning?” The others murmured their agreement, their gazes hard and suspicious. I couldn’t help but glance at Kael, unsure of what to say or do. He had told me so little about his past, but it was becoming clearer that he had a history with these wolves-one that wasn’t exactly friendly. “I had my reasons,” Kael said quietly, his eyes hardening. “And I don’t owe you any explanations.” One of the rogues, a younger wolf with sharp eyes and an even sharper tongue, scoffed. “What’s this? You’re still holding on to that pathetic little loyalty to them?” He nodded in my direction. “You’re not one of us anymore, Kael. Not after what you did.” I felt a shiver run down my spine at his words. My gaze flicked from Kael to the others, and then back again. What had Kael done? Why were they all so angry with him? “Enough,” Kael growled, his voice low and dangerous. “I’m not here to talk about the past. I’m here for one reason, and one reason only. You’re going to tell me what you know about the Blood Pact.” The mention of the Blood Pact sent a ripple of unease through the group. The rogue who had spoken earlier sneered at Kael, his lips curling in disgust. “Blood Pact?” He laughed bitterly. “You really think we’re going to tell you about that?” I glanced between them, confused. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife. I stepped a little closer to Kael, my heart pounding in my chest. “What is the Blood Pact?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. One of the rogues-the one who had been sneering at Kael-turned to me with a look of disdain. “Do you even know who you’re really promised to, girl?” he spat, his eyes narrowing. “Ask him about the Blood Pact.” Kael tensed beside me, his jaw clenching. He shot me a warning look, but it was too late. The words had already been said, and now I was more confused and frightened than ever. I turned to Kael, searching his face for answers. “What is the Blood Pact?” I demanded, my voice shaking with a mix of fear and anger. Kael didn’t answer at first. Instead, he took a deep breath, his eyes dark with a mixture of pain and regret. He looked as though he was wrestling with something, like a part of him wanted to keep the truth from me. But I could see it in his eyes- this wasn’t something he could hide from me anymore. After a long pause, Kael finally spoke, his voice barely a whisper. “It’s a bond forged in blood. A deal made between your father and the rival packs.” I stared at him, my heart sinking in my chest. “A deal?” I repeated, feeling the weight of his words. Kael nodded slowly. “A deal that could change everything for you. For both of us.” Before I could say anything else, the rogue wolves began to move closer, circling us. Their eyes were filled with a dangerous hunger, and I knew the situation was about to escalate. Kael’s hand brushed against mine, his grip firm but reassuring. “We need to leave,” he said, his voice low and urgent. But I couldn’t take my eyes off the rogue who had spoken earlier. His words echoed in my mind: Do you even know who you’re really promised to? And I didn’t. I had no idea.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 pushed through a last line of undergrowth and came into another shallow dip. A broken boulder sat at the far side, split cleanly down the middle sometime long ago. The claw prints circled the stone once, twice, then stopped.“There,” Rin breathed.At first I didn’t see it. The shape
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 “Fall back,” one said, though no one had spoken to him.They melted into the trees. No rush. No panic. In thirty heartbeats, the shadows were gone.The quiet left behind was heavier than the fight.Kael didn’t sheathe his sword. “Hold,” he said to the line. “No pursuit. Hold and breathe







