All Chapters of The Rogue Luna: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CHAPTER 22The warmth of the cabin wrapped around me like a fragile cocoon, but it did little to settle the storm raging inside me. The crackling fire cast flickering shadows across the wooden walls, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I was dry, my body no longer trembling from the cold river.Yet, my mind refused to rest.I sat on the small cot, pulling the threadbare blanket over my shoulders. Across the room, Damien leaned against the wall, his sharp eyes watching me, his expression unreadable.“You should sleep,” he said.I shook my head. “I can’t.”The adrenaline was still coursing through me, my heart pounding like a war drum. Even though we had put distance between ourselves and Luca’s pack, I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was close. Too close.Damien sighed, pushing off the wall. He crossed the small space between us and crouched beside the cot, his gaze level with mine. “I know you’re scared.”I stiffened. “I’m not scared.”A ghost of a smirk touched his l

The forest was alive with danger. Every snapping twig, every rustling leaf sent my heart hammering against my ribs. Luca was close—too close. His voice had been unmistakable, a dark echo that sent icy fear down my spine.Damien’s grip on my wrist tightened. “We need to move. Now.”I nodded, barely able to find my voice. My legs ached, exhaustion clawing at me, but there was no time for weakness. No time for rest.We ran.The damp earth shifted beneath my feet as I struggled to keep up. Damien moved like a shadow, weaving through the trees with effortless grace. I, on the other hand, stumbled more than once, the roots and uneven ground conspiring against me.Branches scraped against my skin, but I barely felt them. The only thing that mattered was putting as much distance as possible between myself and Luca’s hunting party.The wind carried their voices—low, urgent whispers carried through the dense foliage. They were tracking us, following our scent.“We won’t outrun them like this,”

The cabin felt eerily silent after Damien left. I sat on the edge of the worn-out couch, staring at the wooden door as if willing him to come back. But I knew he wouldn’t—not yet. He had things to take care of, and whatever they were, I doubted they were simple.A cold wind seeped through the cracks in the cabin walls, making me shiver. I pulled the thin blanket tighter around my shoulders and took a deep breath, trying to steady myself.I was safe here.For now.The rogues had accepted our presence, or at least tolerated it, but that didn’t mean I was truly welcome. I had seen the way they looked at me—curious, suspicious. A pack wolf among them was unheard of, and they probably wondered how long I would last before running back to my Alpha.But I wasn’t running back.I would never return to Luca.I shook off the thought and rose to my feet. My body ached from exhaustion, and my muscles screamed in protest, but I couldn’t just sit here waiting for something to happen.I needed to do

The scent of blood still clung to my skin, thick and suffocating. My hands were sore, my body ached, but I was still standing. That had to mean something.I tightened my grip on the dagger Mira had given me, the worn handle now slick with sweat. My heart pounded as I scanned the battlefield—if it could even be called that. Bodies lay scattered across the ground, some groaning in pain, others still. The rogues had taken a hit, but so had Luca’s warriors.And yet, I knew this wasn’t the end.Luca wouldn’t stop.Not until he had me back under his control.Damien stood nearby, his golden eyes scanning the area with sharp precision. Blood streaked his jaw, and his breathing was heavy, but he didn’t seem fazed by what had just happened. Unlike me, he had seen countless battles. This was just another fight to him.For me? It was survival.“We need to move,” Damien said, his voice steady. “Now.”I swallowed hard and nodded.We couldn’t stay here. If Luca’s warriors had found us once, they wou

The night air was thick with tension. Even though Luca and his warriors had retreated, the unease in my chest refused to fade. My hands still trembled from the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I glanced at Damien, who was breathing heavily beside me, his face contorted with pain.“We need to move,” I said, forcing myself to my feet.Mira helped Damien up, her brows furrowed in concern. “You should rest first, Angelina. You’re injured.”“No,” I said, shaking my head. “Luca won’t be gone for long. We can’t stay here.”Damien groaned but nodded. “She’s right. If we wait too long, he’ll come back with more warriors.”I looked around at the others. Some of them had minor injuries from the skirmish, but nothing life-threatening. I had to stay strong for them. I had to keep moving, keep fighting.“Where do we go?” Mira asked.I hesitated, scanning the dark forest. If we went back to the village, we would be putting innocent people in danger. But we couldn’t keep running forever.“There’