All Chapters of Taming the Rogue Luna: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

K A I D A The 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

K A I D AWe run.Through dust, through blood, through burning corridors. Through fire and through what feels like the edge of death itself.Octavius is at my side. Korra’s ahead, leading a group of freed Lycans like a general forged in war. Some of them are barely able to walk, others still look dazed and broken, but none of us stop.Because we can’t.Because if we stop, we die.The building behind us is already caving in, the last of Lucien’s facility going up in a cloud of fire and stone. Whatever war erupted outside while we were underground—it’s left the place in ruins.We don’t look back.We can’t afford to.The forest beyond the clearing is thick and overgrown, but it’s better than staying exposed. I don’t know where we are—none of us do—but I know we have to keep moving.The moment we breach the tree line, Korra grabs my arm and pulls me close. Her eyes are wild, her breathing ragged.“You good?” she asks.“I’m breathing,” I mutter. “That’s about all I’ve got right now.”“You’

K A I D AThe forest shifts as we move deeper.It doesn’t feel like walking anymore—it feels like crossing into something older, something ancient and aware. The trees rise taller, their trunks impossibly thick. The canopy swallows the sky. Moss creeps across everything, whispering secrets through its roots. The air feels charged, like a storm that hasn’t broken.The woman—whose name we still don’t know—leads us in silence. She walks barefoot, soundless, as if the forest parts for her. Her silver hair doesn’t even stir in the wind.Every part of me is on edge.Behind me, the others move slowly. The rescued Lycans are still shaken, still healing. I keep glancing back, checking on Korra and Octavius. Valerie walks near the middle of the group, quietly assessing the terrain. Jace hasn’t said a word since we stepped through the veil.None of us are really talking.We’re still trying to believe this is real.Admos.The lost kingdom. The land of the first Lycans. A place we grew up hearing

K A I D AThe next morning, we meet in the War Hall.That’s what Kita calls it.I call it a monument to silence. Every inch of the space is carved with ancient Admosian words and symbols. Some I recognize from books. Others from dreams.The ceiling rises into a dome of dark stone, and at the center hangs a massive iron ring with seven blades pointing outward like a compass. Each one etched with a crest. I don't know what they mean. Not yet.But I will.Korra, Octavius, and I sit at a long stone table. Kita stands across from us, flanked by two of her warriors. There’s a heaviness in the air—like whatever she’s about to say won’t just change what we know.It’ll change who we are.“You’ve been wondering what this is all really about,” Kita begins. Her voice carries in the stone chamber, calm and clear. “Why Lucien hunts you. Why the Vilamir family stirs. Why Admos seems to be waking from its grave.”I don’t interrupt her.Neither does Korra.Octavius leans forward slightly, his jaw tens

K A I D A Korra’s growl is cold and deadly, silencing the entire forest and everything in it. Everyone is on edge… Jace, Valerie, the others… but no one moves. No one dares to. Because we all feel it. The rage rolling off of her, thick and dangerous, her silver eyes glowing with barely restrained fury. She looks ready to kill him. Fear floods its way into my body. I knew my sister had always been dangerous. What more after all these years in captivity, what more that she is now a Lycan. Who knows the horrors she has been subjected to? Who knows what she’s seen? I no longer know what she is capable of doing, and so no matter what happens, I need to try and keep her calm. “Korra,” I say, carefully, taking a few steps towards her to try and enter her line of vision. “Please calm down…” She doesn’t look at me. She only stares at Octavius, her breathing slow for now but the longer she stares at him, the more it elevates. Her hands are clenched at her sides, shaking slightly as he