All Chapters of The Exiled Luna : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Thorold’s POV The next morning, the Academy of the Moon didn’t hum with its usual routine. It buzzed. Tense. On edge. I caught the looks being thrown at me—half curiosity, half wariness. Whispers trailed behind me wherever I walked. "That's him..." "The Veilborn..." "Stormfang blood..." "Prophecy child..." And beneath the awe was fear. I couldn’t blame them. If I’d heard legends of a cursed heir who would either save or doom the world, I’d be wary too. Still, it was suffocating. Caelan and Callen flanked me like bodyguards as we crossed the main courtyard toward the Grand Assembly Hall. “You’re famous,” Caelan said with a grin. “You’re also probably one assassination attempt away from being infamous.” I snorted. “Thanks. Comforting.” Callen stayed silent, his blue eyes scanning the crowd like a hawk. He didn’t trust anyone—and honestly, neither did I. The Academy bell tolled once. Time to face whatever the hell they had planned for me. The Grand Assembly Hall

Thorold’s POV The Academy halls felt different after the trials. Students avoided my gaze now—some out of fear, others out of grudging respect. The instructors watched me more closely, their smiles tighter, their movements more rehearsed. The enemies hiding in plain sight had seen us win. And they didn’t like it. Which meant it was time to move first. We gathered again that night—me, Callen, Caelan, and Lyra—deep beneath the Academy in a disused archive, surrounded by dust and forgotten histories. A perfect place to plan rebellion. “We know the Keepers have someone on the inside,” Callen said, voice low. “Maybe more than one.” “They’re too organized,” Lyra added, tapping the hilt of her dagger against her thigh. “The attack wasn’t a random assassination attempt. It was a message.” I paced in front of the cracked stone fireplace, thinking. “They want to isolate me,” I said. “Make the other packs doubt me. Maybe even turn the Academy against Stormfang.” Caelan whistled s

Thorold’s POV The Academy gates swung open just after dawn. The guards stiffened, straightened—then bowed Because no one mistook the two wolves who rode through the mist on black and silver horses, their presence turning the air electric. My parents. Alpha Ryker and Luna Zara. Stormfang’s Alpha and Luna. My blood. My legacy. They came like thunderclouds — silent, powerful, inevitable. And they were here for me. I sat upright as soon as I heard the approaching footsteps down the marble hall. Pain shot through my side, but I forced myself to stand. I wasn’t going to meet them lying in a bed like a broken thing. I was Thorold of Stormfang. Son of Ryker and Zara. Veilborn. When they entered, my chest clenched painfully. Zara saw me first. Her eyes—bright blue, the same shade as mine when I wasn't filled with Veilborn silver—filled with tears immediately. Not weakness. Not sorrow. Relief. Pride. She crossed the room in three strides,

Zara’s POVI felt it before the messenger arrived.A crackle in the bond. A ripple in the magic that wove between mother and son — thin, faint, but unmistakable.Something had happened.I was in the private garden behind the Stormfang manor, barefoot in the grass, letting the last of the morning dew kiss my toes. I had been trying to find peace — the kind that comes when you know your child is finally where they belong.But instead, the earth trembled beneath my feet.I turned toward the east. Toward the direction of the Academy.And my breath caught.I didn’t see him. But I felt him. Power. Surging. Bursting through something buried. Something ancient. And for one terrible second, I wasn’t sure it was him anymore.I staggered, pressing a hand to the nearest tree, heart racing. The wind carried his name to me like a scream caught between realms.Ryker was already in the foyer when the scout arrived — his hair damp from training, his shirt half-buttoned. He’d sensed it too. We didn’t h

Thorold’s POVThe world didn’t feel quite right anymore.It wasn’t the nightmares. It wasn’t the silver fire still simmering under my skin, or even the whispers in the halls that followed me like shadows. No, this was something quieter. Subtler.Something just beneath the surface.Like being watched.I caught it sometimes — a flicker of a presence just out of view, a scent I couldn’t trace, a silence that arrived too quickly when I entered a room.And yet… no one said a word.The instructors treated me like any other Alpha candidate. A few were colder than others, but that wasn’t new. I was the Veilborn. Every step I took cracked someone’s sense of safety.But still, the sensation lingered.So when he arrived, I wasn’t sure if I should be relieved… or alarmed.His name was Damon Vale, and he joined the Alpha program three days after my trial.“Transfer from the Blackpine Pack,” Headmistress Calista had announced. “Late acceptance due to unusual aptitude scores and a request for specia