Lahat ng Kabanata ng Taming the Rogue Luna: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

K A I D AThe silence stretches between us, heavy but not uncomfortable, one where both of us are simply processing everything we’ve shared with each other. Korra hasn't sat down. She's still standing, probably still hearing the words I said—about Admosian, about Lucien, about bloodlines and wars we didn't ask to inherit. I shift my weight from one foot to the other, exhaling deeply as an unsettled frown rests on my face.The adrenaline is starting to wear off, and now I feel tired—not just in my body but deep down, in that place people call soul, though I don't think mine has ever had a chance to breathe."I have to head back now, I’m sure Octavius is worried about me…" I say quietly. Korra turns her head to look at me. No surprise in her face, just a flash of something softer as she exhales. Something close to disappointment, but not quite."Already?" she asks and perhaps she isn’t used to the fact that I won’t be living with her anymore. The two of us grew up close, with a fierce b

K A I D AThe morning light creeps in slow through the windows, turning the wood floors gold and the room into something soft and quiet. Outside, the world is waking up. I'm sitting at the edge of the bed, in nothing but Octavius' shirt, hair pulled back. My body's sore, but my mind won't quit. The conversation from last night still plays on a loop. Korra's voice. Her words. Her warning. Behind me, I hear Octavius move. The shift of sheets, the faint creak of the mattress. A moment later, his warmth is behind me, his arm wrapping lazily around my waist."You didn't sleep much," he mumbles into my shoulder."Yeah... couldn't stop thinking about everything..." I answer quietly. Though he and I had quite the... busy night..., my mind has been racing too much for me to rest well."I understand," he admits, kissing the back of my neck."I didn't get a chance to talk to you about what Korra told me yesterday..." I rest my hand on his forearm, grounding myself in his presence, even if my min

K A I D AThe next morning comes fast.Too fast.I barely sleep. None of us really do. You can feel the tension in the halls of the packhouse—the way people move faster, sharper. Like the air itself knows something big is coming.By the time the sun edges over the horizon, we're already geared up.Octavius stands near the front steps, arms folded across his chest, quiet but focused. Korra's beside him, her long black coat catching the early morning breeze, her face carved from stone. I catch Miyuki off to the side, arms crossed, watching us with her usual serious gaze.This is it.We're not sending messengers. We're going ourselves. As a united front.One wrong move today, and we could lose everything before the first battle even starts.I shrug my jacket tighter over my shoulders and walk toward them. Octavius's gaze meets mine, steady. Grounding."You ready?" he asks."Ready as I'll ever be."He nods once. "Then let's move."We take two black SUVs—nothing flashy, nothing that scream

K A I D A The conference room inside the Tyro Packhouse is quieter than I expected. Just the five of us—me, Korra, Octavius, Lennox, and Lennox's Beta—a thick tension hanging in the air like a coiled spring. Octavius leans forward, his forearms braced on the heavy oak table. His voice is low, careful as he focus on Lennox. "This is bigger than just us. It's bigger than Raven Moon. It's bigger than Xarano." Lennox's sharp green eyes narrow slightly, his instincts kicking in. "Go on." Octavius doesn't flinch. He never does. "My uncle—Lucien Reed—is behind all of this. The destruction of the Xarano pack. The experiments. The rogue Lycans. It's all connected to the Vilamir family. They're trying to bring back the Admosian Empire." Korra tenses beside me. I keep my arms loose at my sides, my mind sharp, listening. Octavius continues, "He's targeting Lycans specifically. Trying to twist them, weaponise them. And it's not just a few dozen anymore. It's hundreds. Maybe more." Lennox s

K A I D AThe adrenaline from the fight has long burned off, leaving nothing but exhaustion and a hollow, buzzing tension under my skin. My muscles ache in that slow, deep way that comes after you've burned through every ounce of energy and are still somehow standing. The courtyard is quieter now, though the energy of the aftermath still hangs thick in the air, like smoke that refuses to clear.Somehow, Korra and I find a quiet spot near the edge of the Tyro pack's courtyard, tucked behind a low stone wall half-covered in ivy. It's away from the commotion. The rest of the pack is still moving—patching wounds, securing the prisoners, rebuilding the busted gates that were torn apart when the enemy stormed through. There’s a distant clatter of tools, low murmurs of conversation, the occasional sharp bark of an order.But over here—it's just us now. For the first time since the chaos.Korra leans back against the wall, arms folded across her chest. Her black clothes are still dusty from t