MasukLuna's POV
I couldn’t sleep. The cave was quiet, except for the soft crackle of the small fire Kael had built and the faint sounds of the forest outside. My mind, however, was far from quiet. Kael’s words echoed in my head over and over: If you go back now, they’ll kill you. What did he mean? Why would my own pack-my father-want me dead? I glanced at Kael, who sat near the entrance, his back against the wall. His eyes were closed, but I could tell he wasn’t fully asleep. He had this restless energy, like he was ready to spring into action at any moment. I waited, barely breathing, until I was sure he wouldn’t notice. Then, as silently as I could, I got to my feet and crept toward the entrance. “You’re making a mistake,” his voice cut through the silence like a blade. I froze, my heart pounding. Slowly, I turned to see him watching me, his amber eyes glowing faintly in the firelight. “I’m going back,” I said, lifting my chin. Kael stood, his movements slow and deliberate. “Did you hear nothing I said? If you go back now, you’ll die.” “You don’t know that,” I snapped, my voice trembling with frustration. “My father wouldn’t hurt me.” Kael stepped closer, his expression dark. “You think you know him? You think you’re safe because you’re his daughter? Wake up, Luna. You’re a pawn in his game, nothing more.” “You don’t know what you’re talking about!” I shot back, my fists clenched. “He’s my father. He’s protecting me!” Kael’s laugh was cold and bitter. “Protecting you? Is that what you call promising you to a man twice your age? Throwing you to the wolves-literally?” Tears burned my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. “You don’t understand.” “I understand more than you think,” he said softly. “But if you’re so determined to run back to your cage, I won’t stop you.” I hesitated, his words cutting deeper than I wanted to admit. But the anger and confusion boiling inside me were too much. Without another word, I turned and ran into the forest. The night was darker than I expected, I stumbled over roots and rocks, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I didn’t know exactly where I was going, but I figured if I kept heading east, I’d eventually find my way back to the pack. It wasn’t long before I heard voices. “Alpha’s orders were clear-bring her back alive.” I froze, pressing myself against a tree as two figures moved through the shadows ahead. “She can’t have gone far,” one of them muttered. “Keep searching.” My heart raced. My father had sent them to find me. Relief flooded through me, followed by a wave of guilt for doubting him. But as I stepped out from my hiding spot, the nearest guard turned to me with a sneer. “Well, look who it is,” he said, his voice dripping with disdain. “Thank the moon,” I said quickly. “I need to see my father.” The other guard chuckled darkly. “Your father, huh? Don’t think he’ll be too happy to see you.” Something about their tone made my stomach twist. “What are you talking about?” “You’ve caused a lot of trouble, little princess,” the first guard said, grabbing my arm roughly. “Time to take you back where you belong.” “Let go of me!” I yelled, struggling against his grip. “Shut up,” he snapped, shaking me hard enough to make my teeth rattle. Panic surged through me. These men weren’t treating me like the Alpha’s daughter. They were treating me like a prisoner. Before I could scream, a blur of movement came from the trees. Kael. He hit the first guard like a storm, slamming him into a tree with a sickening crack. The second guard barely had time to react before Kael’s fist connected with his jaw, sending him sprawling. “Kael, stop!” I screamed as he moved in for another blow. He ignored me, his teeth bared in a snarl. The guards didn’t stand a chance. In seconds, they were unconscious, their bodies crumpled on the forest floor. Kael turned to me, his chest heaving. “Are you hurt?” I stared at him, horrified. “What did you do?” “They were going to take you back,” he said flatly. “You didn’t have to-” I gestured to the guards, my stomach churning. “You didn’t have to go that far!” Kael’s eyes darkened. “If I hadn’t shown up, they would have dragged you back to your father. And trust me, you wouldn’t have liked what happened next.” “You don’t know that!” I shouted, my voice shaking. Kael stepped closer, his gaze boring into mine. “Yes, I do. Because I’ve been where you are, Luna. I’ve trusted him. And I paid the price for it.” I took a shaky step back, his words slicing through my defenses. “What are you talking about?” He hesitated, his jaw tightening. “Your father betrayed me. Just like he’ll betray you.” I stared at him, my mind spinning. “What did he do?” Kael’s expression was unreadable, but his voice was low and bitter. “He exiled me for uncovering a truth he didn’t want anyone to know. A truth that would destroy everything.” “What truth?” I whispered. Kael’s gaze softened, but there was a sadness in his eyes that made my heart ache. “You’re not ready to hear it.” Before I could press him further, a faint howl echoed in the distance. Kael’s head snapped up, his body tensing. “They’ll be back,” he said grimly. “We need to move.” I nodded numbly, my legs shaking as I followed him deeper into the forest. But no matter how far we ran, his words lingered in my mind. What truth could be so dangerous that my father would exile him-and could he be right about me being next?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 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
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 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







