All Chapters of The Exiled Luna : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Thorold’s POVThe next few days passed in a haze of routine — training, lectures, patrol assignments — but beneath it all, a quiet hum of tension had settled in my chest. Like a wire pulled too tight.And I couldn’t shake the feeling that it had Damon’s name all over it.He hadn’t done anything wrong. Not exactly.He hadn’t asked too many questions.He hadn’t stepped too close.He hadn’t touched the subject of my fire, or the trial, or the stories whispered through the Academy halls.But sometimes, that was the problem.Everyone else stared too long. Asked too much. Or avoided me like I was cursed.But Damon? Damon knew exactly when to look away. Exactly when to say just enough.And lately, my wolf had started to grow restless around him.It was during combat drills that it happened.We were paired together — again — which shouldn’t have surprised me. Damon and I had somehow become a convenient duo. Sparring partners. Study allies. Quiet company in an otherwise loud, watchful world.B

Thorold’s POVThe cell was cold. Damp. And too quiet.The walls weren’t just stone — they were spelled. I could feel it. A dull buzzing against my skin, like invisible chains woven into the air. I’d tried shifting once already, but the moment the fire in my blood surged, the magic swallowed it whole.Whoever built this place knew what I was.Knew how to contain me.Which meant this wasn’t about discipline.It was about control.I sat in the corner, arms wrapped around my knees, going over every second of that night in the courtyard. Damon’s voice. The blade. The invitation.He hadn’t expected me to fight him. That much was clear.He thought I’d want what he offered.Power. Belonging. Freedom.The worst part?Part of me had.That was the trick.It wasn’t the blade. It wasn’t even the threat.It was the way he made it sound like the answer to a question I hadn’t asked out loud:What if no one ever truly accepts me?I clenched my fists.I wouldn’t let them turn that fear into a weapon.N

Thorold’s POV The land changed as I neared the Hollow. The trees grew darker, thicker. The air itself felt older. It pressed against my skin like breath — warm one moment, icy the next. Even the wind whispered differently here. Not in words, but in *warnings*. No birds. No beasts. Just silence… and that strange, pulsing energy that had called to me days ago. I didn’t know how long I’d been running. Time blurred after the first ridge. Every step had been pure instinct. Toward something I didn’t understand, but *needed* to. The path wasn’t marked. No signs. No roads. Just a sense that I was being led. Nudged by the forest itself. And then, just before sunrise, I saw it. Black Hollow, It wasn’t a city but It wasn’t a village. It was a wound in the world. The trees opened into a wide basin, as if the land had once collapsed inward. The center pulsed with low, steady magic — old and deep. Around it, stone towers rose like fingers from the earth, twisted and half-ruined, ov

Zara’s POV The path out of Black Hollow was steep. Too steep. Every step away from him felt like betrayal. Ryker didn’t speak for the first hour. Neither did I. What could we say? What words could soften the truth that once again, we were walking away from our son? Except this time, it was his choice. This time, we weren’t the ones who had to make the sacrifice. He was. And we had to live with it. I rode just behind Ryker, watching the way his shoulders stayed stiff beneath his cloak, the way his hands clenched the reins too tightly. He was unraveling quietly — the way only he could. Not in rage or tears. But in the way he wouldn’t look back. Not once. “He’s stronger now,” I said finally, needing to fill the silence with something that didn’t ache. “You saw it. He’s not lost.” Ryker didn’t answer right away. Then: “He was always strong. We just never gave him the space to find it.” I swallowed hard. “You blame us?” “I blame the world,” he said. “And maybe myself. A lit

Thorold’s POV The Hollow was quieter now, too quiet. It wasn’t just my paranoia. The wolves around me—once watchful but warm—had grown colder. Eyes that used to greet mine now slid past. Conversations stopped when I entered a room. And the wind carried whispers I wasn’t meant to hear. “He wasn’t meant to see that vision.” “He touched the Threadstream too soon.” “If he fractures, the Hollow falls with him.” Elyra had assured me everything was fine. That I was progressing faster than expected. But progress shouldn’t feel like isolation. I wasn’t just training anymore. I was being observed. I was summoned to the outer ring for a new lesson—one I hadn’t heard of before. Elyra didn’t meet me. Instead, I was met by a Guardian named Maelen. Tall. Silent. Eyes like winter steel. He gave no instructions. Just gestured for me to follow. We moved through unfamiliar paths, deeper into the Hollow’s roots. Into the dark. “Where are we going?” I asked. He didn’t respond. When we st