All Chapters of Rejected mythical Luna: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

I sat there... still, for I don't know how long.No one came into the cell.No one to interrupt the silence.Still, I couldn’t tap into my core energy. Only a sliver was able to escape whatever drug they kept injecting into my system — but that didn’t mean I’d stop trying.With my eyes still shut, I forced myself to picture everything worth surviving for — everything I needed to fight for.Aries came to mind first.The way his face and eyes soften when they land on me...Then Maron — the burning urge to avenge her death, to make them pay for cutting her life short.Then Julian, Rose, Lily... the Banished warriors... the entire pack.I felt it — the energy rising from deep within me."You're pushing yourself too far, Rex," Ria warned softly, but I ignored her.I was finally making progress. I couldn't stop now.Darkness had already swallowed the sky.Perfect. The night would be my cover.I aligned every sense within me, thinking back to the wind that once played in my hair... the scent

Aries’ POVWe made it out.Barely — and not without casualties.The night air stung my lungs as we ran, feet pounding against the earth, bodies brushing past trees like ghosts fleeing death. The shadowed forest swallowed us whole — a grim reminder of the blood-soaked battlefield we’d just escaped. The trail we left behind was one of sacrifice.I didn’t stop until we were deep enough into the woods — deep enough to breathe, to steady ourselves, and to count our losses.They were significant.“This is all of us?” I asked, my voice sharp and on edge.Julian nodded, his face carved from stone.If he hadn’t warned us when he did, it would’ve been worse. Much worse.Our allies in the other sector had been compromised — they never even had a chance to make it through. I looked around at the warriors who had followed me straight into hell. Some limped. Others bled openly.Robin stood off to the side, guiding his own warriors from the Banished tribe. They were just as battered. No one escaped

Aries POVI spent the next day building the plan—detail by detail—preparing to infiltrate the Ghost Pack and finally bring Rex home. Just as I expected, a few of my allies backed out, whispering excuses and caution. But the ones who remained? They were enough. Loyal. Fearless. Ready.This wasn’t going to be a war. No more blood-soaked fields or open confrontation. I’d already paid that price in warriors. In time. In pain.This time—we were going in smart.“Have you sent the meeting letter?” I asked the moment Julian walked in.“Lilly volunteered to take it personally to Alpha Ronald,” he replied, settling into the chair across from me. “Since it’s a formal alpha-to-alpha request, and she’s your third-in-command, he can’t deny you entrance without insulting your authority.”Smart move. I nodded. “Good. And the men of the shadows?”“They left this morning,” Julian said, though I could hear the hesitation in his tone. “But… Aries, are we sure we can trust them? They could be feeding us f

Aries’ POVThe wind sang low melodies through the trees as we moved—just seven of us. The same seven meant to infiltrate the Ghost Pack. The plan hadn’t changed. Only the location had.Julian tried to talk me out of it, said we should fall back and restrategize. But I wasn’t hearing it. If they said she had a week left, I wasn’t going to let the countdown begin.This time, there would be no speeches. No warnings. That had already happened the first time we stormed Ron’s territory. This time—I was here to bring her home.The night cloaked us well. The moon half-hidden behind shifting clouds. My heart thundered in my chest, but my mind was steady—dead set on the goal.Julian crouched beside me. Lilly and the others took their positions. We had filled her in on the shift in plans during the journey here. She, like Julian, had argued for caution. I refused.We were stationed just outside the Blue Crescent Pack’s patrol range. Robin’s last report confirmed she hadn’t been moved. She was st

It felt like I was drowning. I couldn’t tell if this was a dream or not—each breath I took was thick and wrong, like breathing through water. My body ached in places I didn’t even know could feel pain. But something was… off. The air was still. Clean. Too clean. Not the suffocating stench of damp stone and blood I’d grown used to. There were no chains. No darkness. Just warmth. And something steady. No—someone. A heartbeat, strong and calm beneath the storm of my broken body. The ache returned slowly, like a shadow remembering where it lives. My back throbbed. My wrists burned. My limbs felt like they were carved from stone. But I could breathe. Freely. That alone made my eyes flutter open. I tried to move, and pain exploded through my entire body. A hiss escaped my lips as I clenched my jaw, refusing to cry out. Blinking against the soft glow, I turned my head—slowly. This wasn’t the dungeon. Dim lantern light flickered from a corner, casting a warm golden hue on rough