All Chapters of Taming the Rogue Luna: Chapter 161 - Chapter 167

When the meeting finally wraps up, Octavius dismisses the gathered wolves with a curt nod just as I watch everyone disperse around me. The tension in the room doesn't fade completely, though. Everyone knows the stakes tomorrow, and no one wants to be the one who screws it up... and I don't want that to be me.I hang back, not quite ready to face him, but knowing I don't have a choice. My mind is still reeling from hearing that name—the Tyro Pack.Of all the damn packs.Lucas glances at me, his brows knitting together when he notices my silence. "You okay? You've been awfully quiet."I then look to him, finding him looking down at me curiously, right before I shake my head and try to keep my head together."I'm fine," I answer, a little sharper than I intend. His frown deepens, but he doesn't press me. I'm grateful for that, at least at him and the others don't give me as much trouble as before."I'll see you later Lucas." I tell him, walking off before he even has the chance to respon

K A I D AThere’s a shift in the air the next morning.It’s subtle—just a change in the wind, a pressure against the skin that doesn’t quite belong. But I feel it the second I wake up.Something’s coming.I sit up in bed, blink against the gray light filtering through the stone shutters. My room in the Admosian stronghold is spartan—stone walls, thick furs on the bed, a table covered in maps and weapons. Nothing personal. Nothing soft.It fits.I rise and start moving, pulling on my gear piece by piece—black armor fitted to my form, reinforced with woven silver in the joints, lightweight but strong. Battle gear.By the time I tie my hair back, there’s a knock at the door.It’s Korra.Her eyes meet mine, and I know she feels it too.“Something’s shifted,” she says.“Yeah. I feel it.”We head to the war hall together. The corridors are filled with warriors. Tension hangs like a storm cloud above us all—silent, brewing. They feel it too.Inside the hall, Octavius is already standing with

K A I D AThe day before war feels like a lie.Too quiet. Too still.There’s a weight in the air, heavy and waiting, like the moment before a storm breaks. Everyone feels it. You can see it in the way people move through the halls—faster, sharper. Eyes that won’t meet for too long. Conversations cut short.They’re all thinking the same thing: this could be the end.And none of us are saying it out loud.I stand on the upper balcony of the war chamber, overlooking the training courtyard where warriors move in formation. It’s like watching a heartbeat—synchronized, steady, ready to surge.Below me, Korra walks between rows, arms crossed, correcting stances, issuing commands. Her voice is calm, but I can hear the intensity beneath it.She’s grown into her role faster than any Alpha I’ve ever seen.I press my hand to the stone railing, grounding myself.It still doesn’t feel real.A few months ago, I was a lone wolf, barely surviving. Now I’m here—mated, leading, fighting a war I never as

K A I D APain is the first thing I feel.It pulls me back to consciousness slowly, like I’m being dragged through water. My head throbs. My side burns. Everything aches.I open my eyes.Stone ceiling. Faint torchlight flickering off damp walls. The scent of blood and silver in the air, metallic and sharp.I’m in a cell.The bars in front of me are thick—solid steel, probably reinforced with silver, judging by the way my skin prickles just sitting near them. My arms are bound behind my back with chains that dig into my wrists. My legs are heavy. I don’t know if it’s from exhaustion or something else.“Korra?”My voice is hoarse, cracked. I turn my head, and relief punches the breath from my lungs.She’s there. In the cell next to mine. Sprawled out on the cold stone floor, motionless.“Korra,” I croak, louder this time.She groans, shifting slightly. Her face is pale, her breathing ragged, but she’s alive.“Hey—come on. Wake up.”She winces as she slowly pushes herself up, eyes blinki