Todos os capítulos de His Hybrid Luna: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Valkyrie "Val! What are you doing? How’s everything going?" Nancy asked as I hurriedly searched for the basket in my chamber. "Um... everything’s fine, Nans. Sorry, I need to go right now. Talk to you later, okay?" I waved my hand as I spotted the basket under my cot. "Hey, what's going on?" "I'm in a rush, okay? Talk to you later!" I dashed out of the chamber, heading for the back doors. I had to get to the southern woods and find the herbs before the sun set. "Hello, Val, where are you headed?" A guard stopped me as I tried to cross the pack's border. "I need to collect something, Larry. Please let me go," I smiled and pretended everything was alright, though it was far from it. My heart was pounding. "Okay, just be sure to get back before sunset, will you? After the rogues' attack yesterday, everyone should stay alert," Larry warned me, and I knew that was his job to do. He opened the gate, and I threw him a warm smile. "Thanks, Larry. I will." *** I pushed forward, my f

Valkyrie Ragnor shifted into his wolf form, allowing me to climb onto his back. The journey back home was quiet, the day slipping into evening. The herbs I had collected were nothing more than common remedies for a fever, Ragnor had said. I felt a wave of shame wash over me for trusting Tasya so blindly, but... I had no other choice. "Next time you want to do me a favor, please let me know first. Don’t just disappear like that. My heart dropped when I saw you leaving," Ragnor's voice was low, his growl like a warning. I reached down, brushing my fingers through his thick fur, feeling the warmth of him beneath me. "I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice trembling with the weight of his words. "I didn’t want to worry you." Ragnor’s pace slowed as we moved through the forest, his eyes scanning the path ahead, but his attention clearly on me. “Worrying me is an understatement, Val,” he said, his tone softening. “You’re the last thing I want to lose.” I could feel the tension between u

Ragnor I walked into the hall, my head high, my hand brushing against Valkyrie’s back protectively as we entered the lions’ den together. The council chamber was a sea of wolves in their shifted forms—a deliberate insult to me and my mate. Wolves snarled and growled, their glowing eyes reflecting disdain and judgment. My grip on Valkyrie tightened. My mate may have been wolfless, but her worth was far greater than these creatures could comprehend. If they thought they could intimidate her—or me—with this display, they were sorely mistaken. Tasya stood at the center, draped in pale silk that contrasted with her teary eyes. Beside her was my mother, the Luna Dowager, wearing an expression of composed sorrow. It was a lie, every bit of it, but I had no doubt most of the council would lap it up like starving pups. “Ragnor,” my mother began, her voice carrying the weight of judgment. “We’ve gathered to discuss the future of this pack.” “By whose authority?” I asked coldly, my v

Valkyrie “What’s happening?” I stepped toward the door, where Ragnor and Gamma Dwayne stood, their faces shadowed by the dim torchlight. Ragnor’s body was tense, every muscle coiled as if bracing for impact. Something was wrong—terribly wrong. “Val... that’s…” Ragnor rubbed his temple, hesitating. His hesitation only heightened the unease in my chest. “Go on,” I urged, my voice steady despite the growing dread. “What is it?” “The trial…” My eyes widened in disbelief. I swallowed hard, waiting for him to finish. “What about it?” “It’s starting tonight.” The words hit me like a blow. My heart raced. “Tonight? Are you sure?” Ragnor nodded weakly, his fear and worry evident. The weight of the task hung heavy in the air. But I couldn’t show weakness—not now. I forced a smile, masking my own frustration. “Don’t worry, Alpha. I’m ready.” My words were steady, a promise I wasn’t sure I could keep. But I wouldn’t back down. Never. If this test had to be done, then so

Valkyrie The circle felt like a cage. The council stood at its edges, their stares piercing and judgmental. Ragnor’s gaze burned into my back, an unspoken plea to stop this madness, but I didn’t dare turn around. My pride wouldn’t allow it—not after everything I’d already endured. The elder, a wiry man with streaks of silver in his hair, stepped forward. His expression was cold, unreadable, as he began to shift. Bones cracked, skin stretched, and fur sprouted in a grotesque yet mesmerizing transformation. The elder stood before me, a massive wolf with fur as gray as storm clouds. His yellow eyes glowed with ancient power, locking onto mine. “This is your last chance to back out,” another council member warned, her voice sharp. “I won’t,” I said, forcing my voice to remain steady. The wolf stepped closer, his massive paws sinking into the dirt. My instincts screamed at me to run, to flee from the predator bearing down on me, but I held my ground. “Valkyrie, kneel,” the council