All Chapters of The Miracle Luna: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

PRISCILLA The air burned in my lungs as I pressed myself against the wall, my pulse pounding in my ears. My hands trembled, and I gripped the cold, uneven surface behind me to steady myself. My escape wasn’t working. Every hallway looked the same, every door leading to another dead end.I ran a hand through my tangled hair, letting out a shaky breath. No one was chasing me. No heavy footsteps, no snarls, no angry voices calling out to stop me. Yet the silence wasn’t comforting—it was suffocating.“How many damn rooms do I have to run through to find the exit?” I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper, though it echoed eerily in the stillness.I froze mid-step as the deep, gravelly voice I dreaded—and knew all too well—pierced the quiet like a blade.“You’re running in the wrong direction,” he said, the sound rolling through the empty hall like thunder. My heart dropped into my stomach, and I spun around, pressing my back harder against the wall.He stepped out from the shadows, hi

GABRIEL The room was unnervingly quiet, save for the faint rustle of fabric as I pulled back the torn remnants of her shirt again, desperate to make sense of what I wasn’t seeing. Her skin was pristine, smooth as untouched marble. My brows furrowed in disbelief. “How is this possible?” I muttered under my breath, my voice barely audible over the weight of my thoughts. The bite should have been there—deep, unmistakable. The men I sent were precise, and obedient to the letter. There was no way they could have failed. I straightened, dragging a hand through my hair as I stepped back from the bed. My wolf stirred uneasily in the back of my mind, his presence pressing against the edges of my thoughts. “Gabriel, something’s off.”“No kidding,” I muttered aloud. I turned to leave, trying to distance myself from the inexplicable sight before me, but something tugged at me, an invisible thread pulling me back. I stopped mid-step, my jaw tightening. The logical part of me wanted to

PRISCILLA I gripped the steering wheel, my fingers tightening around the worn leather as I exhaled slowly. The rental car smelled like cheap air freshener and plastic, but I didn’t care. It was mine—at least for now—and that meant freedom.The wolf guy had refused to let me take anything except my identity card. No phone. Not even my camera. Just me, my ID, and the clothes on my back. But none of that mattered. I could always buy a new phone. A new camera. As long as I was heading back to New York, I was free.A small, victorious smile tugged at my lips as I stared at the open road ahead. Soon, I’d be away from him. Away from his suffocating presence, his piercing gaze. I would disappear into the crowds of the city, vanish in the sea of yellow taxis and bright billboards, and he would never find me again.The drive to Portland Airport felt longer than it should have, each mile stretching painfully with the weight of silence. He sat beside me, completely at ease, his long fingers drum

PRISCILLA The moment Davina's scream echoed through the apartment, everything seemed to stop. My breath hitched, my pulse hammering like a war drum in my chest. The wolfman didn’t flinch. He just stood there, his massive frame blocking the only exit, his piercing eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my stomach churn.Davina gripped my arm so tight it hurt, her nails digging into my skin. "Priscilla," she whispered harshly, "he—he’s looking at us like we’re his next meal."I swallowed hard, forcing myself to breathe. "Davina shut up," I muttered through clenched teeth, trying not to provoke him. But I couldn’t look away from him. There was something different about him now—an unreadable expression, something dangerous lingering beneath the surface.He took a slow step forward.Davina yanked me back instinctively. "Oh, hell no! If you take another step, I will throw Priscilla at you and run for my life!" she blurted out.I snapped my head toward her. "What?!”His deep, ser

PRISCILLA "Hands up! Nobody moves!"The wolfman stiffened, his body tense, but his expression remained unreadable. His glowing eyes flicked toward me, then to the officers, assessing the situation in seconds."Step away from him!" an officer shouted, his gun aimed directly at the wolfman.Joel was still on the floor, groaning in pain, his broken arm twisted. The guards he had thrown aside were just starting to sit up, wincing. Outside the office, employees peeked around the corner, whispering and recording on their phones.My heart pounded. I kept my hands on the wolfman’s chest, silently pleading for him not to do anything reckless. His muscles were tight beneath my touch, vibrating with barely restrained anger.“I said, put your hands where we can see them!” The lead officer, a broad-shouldered man with a stern face, took a step forward. His finger hovered over the trigger.The wolfman exhaled slowly. Then, in one smooth motion, he raised his hands.Silence filled the room.“Get on