All Chapters of The Human Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The wolf starts full-on growling."Eliah. What is happening?" Demetri asks, his voice tight with nerves.I shoot him a look. "I just got here. How am I supposed to know?"Linda, another vet, stands stiffly beside him. Zack, our assistant, looks like he’d rather be anywhere else. They all shrug, and Linda’s face is pale.The wolf shifts, and I immediately turn my attention back to him."No, wait! Don’t move—you’ll hurt yourself," I say, crouching low in submission but keeping a safe distance.He whimpers, and then his eyes meet mine—piercing green, locked onto my golden brown ones. His fur is pitch black, thicker than a Samoyed’s, and his size… bigger than any wolf I’ve ever seen. Bigger than a Dire wolf, even.I soften my expression, offering a gentle, teethless smile. It’s a basic technique—lowering perceived threat through facial cues. But instead of calming, he starts crying. Whining."Oh, I’m sorry," I murmur, keeping my voice low and warm. "I know you’re hurt. That’s why I’m here—

"I called the sanctuary. They don't want him," Linda sighs, kicking off the meeting.Zack and Demetri groan in unison. Grace clicks her pen like a metronome. Jonathan slumps forward, limbs dangling off the table like a deflated puppet.Together with Eleanor, our sixty-three-year-old secretary, we’re known as Team 2."I also called the sanctuary two cities over," Linda adds. "They refused too."Eleanor adjusts her glasses, the chain around her neck swaying. "So… we have no choice but to keep him?"Linda nods and sinks into her chair. "It’ll only be for a week," Demetri says. "At the rate he’s healing, he’ll be fine soon."I nod, glancing at Jonathan, who’s still vibrating like a frustrated toddler. Grace’s pen clicks faster.Everyone turns on their thinking faces—until the owner of the hospital storms in."I will not keep a wolf with the others," Elfwind declares, voice calm but firm. He’s well past retirement age and clearly eavesdropping."We could always move him," Grace offers."Ye

Fear clouds my vision.In front of me stand six large wolves, each a different colour. Smaller than Koray—but still massive.This morning is déjà vu.I woke up to howling, stormed outside, and instead of just seeing Koray, I came face to face with his pack. Or part of it. That much I’ve figured out."Koray," I whisper.The wolves lower their heads, and I freeze."The wolves in these woods are weird," I mutter, broadcasting my fear. They don’t move. Just… wait.Are they submitting?Why?Koray snarls, and the pack straightens instantly.Okay. What now?As if reading my mind, Koray growls again. The wolves scatter into the trees. One grey wolf glances back—but Koray growls once more, and the wolf bolts. I stare at Koray, wide-eyed, body frozen.He whimpers, snapping me out of it."So you trust me," I whisper, the words barely forming.His green eyes meet mine.I clear my throat. "I mean… why else would you send your own pack away?" I try to smile, but it’s shaky."Wait. Hold on. I'm miss

It's been two weeks.Maybe that whole encounter with the dream guy wasn’t real.First of all, I was way too calm. Maybe I really am going crazy. Secondly, he vanished into thin air after walking out my door. And lastly, Koray was lying in his cage when I snapped back to reality and followed the guy outside.Most importantly, Python slept through everything. No freak-out. No confirmation.Also, I can’t get him off my mind.Why did he have to be so good-looking?"You wanna kill the plants?" Zack’s voice yanks me out of my spiral. I blink and shake my head."Then concentrate," he grins, clearly enjoying himself as I stop watering the flowers in the waiting room."I have worked hard keeping those plants alive, sweetie," Eleanor chimes in, her tone protective."I know, I’m sorry. I’ve just been… out of it lately," I sigh as my feet drag behind me."Some tea would cheer you up. What flavour?" Eleanor shoos Zack away and bustles toward her tea set."Cranberry, please." I help her prep both cu

"Get a shirt," I advise Xavion while hopping down the stairs, Python padding behind me like a shadow.The living room is a maze of sleeping bodies. I leap over limbs and tangled blankets to reach Python’s bowl, pouring his food with practised ease. He slips through the chaos like mist and hops onto the counter, tail flicking. I scratch behind his ears as he eats, scanning the kitchen for anything resembling breakfast.Nothing. Not enough for nine werewolves and a cat.I’ll have to go to the supermarket.Grabbing my purse, I tiptoe toward the front door—but warm arms wrap around my waist from behind, and a familiar head rests on my shoulder."Where are you going, sugar?" Xavion whispers, voice still thick with sleep."We need food," I whisper back, careful not to wake the others."They're wolves," I argue softly, trying to make a point. But he doesn’t respond. His breathing slows, and I realise he’s half-asleep on my shoulder.After a long yawn, he nods."Didn't I tell you to get a shir