All Chapters of Taming the Rogue Luna: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

KORRAThe terrain starts to shift the deeper we go into the mountain pass. Trees thin out. The dirt beneath our boots turns hard and uneven, flecked with patches of ice and stone. This part of the Halverin range hasn’t been touched in years—not by civilization anyway. It feels abandoned. Forgotten. Like something died here and was never buried.We don’t speak much. There’s too much riding on this, and we’re too exposed for comfort. Even our footsteps are quieter than usual, like the air itself is watching us. Valerie walks ahead of me, her gaze sharp, her body coiled like a blade. Jace and Lucas hold the rear, their eyes scanning everything, while Reno keeps close to Anita, both of them tense but steady.I don’t like it here.Not just because it’s cold and quiet—but because something about the silence feels staged. Like a trap that hasn’t been sprung yet. Like Lucien is somewhere nearby, listening.We pause at a rocky outcrop and take cover behind the ridge. From here, we can see part

K A I D AThe morning is quiet. Too quiet, if I’m being honest.I’m sitting on the back porch of the Raven Moon packhouse with a mug of coffee gone cold in my hands. The sky’s gray, the kind of overcast that makes the air feel heavier than it is. Crows circle overhead in wide, lazy loops. Something about them sets me on edge. I don’t trust birds with that kind of patience.Inside, I can hear faint voices—Korra and Jace arguing about logistics. Valerie’s laugh a floor up. Someone dropping something heavy near the training wing. All normal. All routine.But my gut is screaming that something is wrong.We’ve been planning the next move. Lucien’s facility. The scouts Korra’s sending into the cliffs. The rotation of allied forces stationed here to help guard Raven Moon. Everyone’s trying to stay busy. Trying to stay focused.And yet…The back of my neck won’t stop tingling.I set the mug down and rise to my feet, stretching my limbs. My boots crunch against the gravel as I walk out to the

K A I D AThe first thing I feel is the ache in my spine.Then the sting in my lungs.I suck in a breath like I’ve been drowning and just hit the surface—shaky, desperate, dry. The air is cold. Heavy. Tainted with iron and dust. I blink against the dark, my vision slow to clear. My limbs feel heavier than they should. My fingertips tingle like they’ve been asleep too long.Something’s wrong.I sit up too fast. The room tilts, then rights itself. My back presses into something hard—stone. Cold. The floor beneath me is the same, gritty and unforgiving. My clothes are torn. My arms are sore. There are faint burns on my wrists that look like shackles.I’m in a cell.I push myself upright, breath uneven, heart already pounding. My mind scrambles for answers. What happened? The attack. Lilith. Lucien. The courtyard. I remember the fight. The claws. The blood.I remember her smile.The last thing I saw was Octavius… bleeding… Korra too…My chest tightens.“Korra,” I breathe, twisting to look

K A I D AThey don’t say where they’re taking us. But they don’t need to. We feel it in the walls, in the air—something’s coming.Korra and I are still bound in those silver-infused chains, wrists blistered, ankles sore. Each step sends tiny shocks of pain through our bodies. But neither of us slows. We won’t give them the satisfaction.Lilith walks ahead, silent, not even glancing back as she leads us through the compound. Every corridor looks the same—stone, iron, shadows—but I know we’re going deeper now. The air’s colder. Older. There’s a hum beneath my feet, a vibration buried in the walls like the place itself is alive.And then, we reach the doors.Massive, made of thick black stone, veined with green crystal that pulses faintly like a heartbeat.Lilith knocks once.They open on their own.The room beyond is wide and circular. The ceiling arches impossibly high, lit by a skylight that lets in the pale silver wash of moonlight. In the center of the room, on a raised platform, st

K A I D AThe air feels heavier today.Thicker.Like something’s pressing in on us, inch by inch. Like this cell is shrinking and the walls know what’s coming before we do.Korra feels it too—I can see it in the way she paces. The stiffness in her shoulders. The way her jaw flexes every time she hears footsteps from beyond the door.It’s been quiet since we got back. Too quiet. No guards. No food. No water. No gloating from Lilith. That silence? It’s the worst kind of message.They’re preparing something.And whatever it is, it’s not going to be good.I sit cross-legged in the corner of the cell, eyes half-closed, breathing slow. I’m trying to tap into that energy again—the thrum of power I felt the night I healed that prisoner. But it’s slippery today. Like trying to grab smoke.“You’re doing that thing again,” Korra mutters, arms folded, watching me.“What thing?”“The thinking-too-hard-and-trying-to-look-serene thing.”I open my eyes and give her a flat look. “It’s called meditatin