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The Luna’s Challenge
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Torn From The Bond Blood Moon Duel
Reya's POVThe Blood Moon bled into the night sky, a crimson omen casting its glow across the sacred field of the ancients. The ground pulsed beneath my feet—alive, angry, ancient. All around me, wolves gathered in tense silence, forming a circle wide enough to hold centuries of pain and power.I stood barefoot in the dirt, head high, body trembling—not from fear, but from the storm caged inside me.Across from me, Myra approached with slow, deliberate steps. She wore war leathers painted in ash and blood, the mark of the rogue queen etched across her chest like a curse. Her eyes—once kind—now blazed with bitterness."You came alone," she said."I didn’t need an army," I replied, my voice sharper than steel. "Only justice."She laughed. “Justice? You think challenging me will fix what you broke?”I stepped forward. “No. But it will end what you started.”Gasps rippled through the circle. Somewhere behind me, I heard s Alpha Tristan growl. The Lycan King stood at the edge of the field,
Torn From The Bond The Luna’s Challenge
Reya’s POVThe roar of the gathered packs echoed like thunder over the high cliffs of Sanctum. The sky was bruised with the promise of another Blood Moon, its light veiled but rising behind the broken peaks. Wind carried the scent of steel and fury—and something older. Something that remembered blood spilled on sacred ground.I stood in the heart of the Moon Ring—the ancient stone circle where Luna rights were once invoked and answered with death."This is madness," Alpha Tristan murmured beside me, his voice low, a growl straining against reason."No," I said, meeting his gaze. "It’s law. Ancient law. One Luna to another. This ends in blood or peace."The Lycan King stood opposite us, regal in his silence, his silver gaze unreadable. The gathered Alphas of the Eastern and Northern territories lined the stone perimeter, each with their betas, warriors, seers. A council forged not by politics, but by war.And at the far edge—Myra. Rogue Queen. Betrayer. Usurper.Her red cloak snapped b
Torn From The Bond Blood, Bound And Free
That night, I sat in my chamber. A journal in my lap.I began to write: “Some battles end in blood. Others in silence. But some never end at all.”The door creaked.Pearl peeked in. “Can I sleep here tonight?”I nodded.She climbed into bed beside me.Luis joined us a moment later.My children. My anchors.I whispered as sleep claimed me: “I was once a Luna bound by chains.Now I am a wolf, bound only by love.”The ink bleeds before the words do.My hand trembles as I press the tip of the quill into the leather-bound journal, the one Sebastian left me—the one he never had time to write in.I begin with the truth. "My name is Reya Hunter. I was born in fire, raised in shadow, and forged by betrayal."Outside, Sanctum hums. Children laugh. Wolves train. Elders teach. The peace feels fragile—like glass held together by hope.But inside these pages, I spill the war.Pearl and Luis sit across from me, pretending to read.They glance up every now and then, sensing the shift in the air.“
Torn From The Bond Ghosts Still Whisper
Reya’s POVThe moon was a pale witness, crouching low on the horizon as I paced the Sanctum ramparts. My mind churned beneath its glow—Chloe’s absence a cavern in my thoughts, yawning open with every breath.“Still no sign?” I asked the distant valley, allowing the wind to carry away the ache.Alpha Tristan joined me silently, cloak brushing stone. He did not speak. He merely handed me a steaming mug.“Still no body,” he whispered as I inhaled the hot infusion of moonleaf.“Not hers,” I confirmed, jaw tight. “Not yet.”He glanced at my hand—still trembling. “No one deserves to haunt us.”I flicked my gaze to him. “Or we karoshi for them.”His fingers brushed mine—comforted, but not erased.Morning brought more than sunlight.Lydia found me in the infirmary—face grave as she clutched a fresh parchment scroll.“Iris patterns again,” she said, voice low.I followed her to the healers’ table, where a young rogue girl lay sedated. Iris flowers painted over her eyes—moonlight glow faint but
Torn From The Bond Mother Of Wolves
Reya’s POVLunaris glowed in sunrise gold. Banners of white and silver draped over stone pillars, twin runic lanterns lit the courtyard, and the valley below stirred with expectation. I stood beside Alpha Tristan, our children nestled against us, Pearl silver eyes alert, Luis’s violet gaze steady. Today, I would be crowned.But I’d decided: this crown would not place me above them. It would stand beside them.My heart trembled with promise and regret—in the cost of war, in the grief of Sebastian’s absence, in my fading power. Yet I held steady.Ceremony BeginsThe council gathered in a half-moon arc: Riverdale ambassadors, Lycan envoys, rogue elders, key tradespeople—all here to witness our rite.Sebastian’s sculptor placed the carved basalt seat before the altar—no throne, but a seat of counsel.Lydia stepped forward, holding the crown: a circlet of moonstone and iron, engraved with twin runes and lily petals—symbols of rebirth and unity.She placed it on my head as I took a breath.
Torn From The Bond A Choice, Not Fate
Tristan’s POVDawn broke over Sanctum with promise. I stood beside Reya at the unfinished archway, sunlight catching on the stone we prepared to lay. Our people gathered—old defenders, Riverdale diplomats, Lycan warriors—all drawn by her presence.Today marked more than construction; it was a new era. Reya looked radiant in simple leather and linen—the armor of a mother and leader. No Luna cloaks. Just trust.I swallowed.Today, I would choose her—not by fate, but by will.Heart’s Drumbeat. Bearing the cornerstone’s nameplate in my palm, I kept my voice steady as I moved over to Reya.She watched the site with the twins behind her. Pearl’s eyes sparkled silver; Luis’s stood violet with determination.Our gazes locked. I saw recognition—hope.My fingers trembled as I handed the stone to her.She whispered, “Thank you.” For a moment, everything paused.Unexpected Horn. A horn sounded from the south flank—a warning.Guards rushed. A hush fell. Reya’s hand tightened on the cornerstone.I
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