All Chapters of The Rose Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

RosemaryWhen I was five, they found me wandering barefoot and alone on the edge of a highway. My small hands were sticky with blood, but it wasn’t mine. I didn’t cry, didn’t speak. The only thing I could remember was my name. The police said I was silent the entire ride to the station, staring out the window like I was looking for something. Someone. But I don’t remember any of that. All I remember are flashes: the chill of the pavement under my feet, the red and blue lights flickering like fireflies, the way every adult seemed afraid to meet my gaze.They took me to an orphanage that night, the first of many. I think it was run by a church. Although my memories of that time are now hazy and indistinct, certain details remain strikingly clear: the cold, gray stone walls of the building which felt less like a home and more like a prison, the peculiar odor of candle wax mingling with the scent of aged wood, and the hushed tones of the nuns as they offered their nightly prayers while tu

Unknown I’ve been standing here for nearly an hour, waiting for this ridiculous party to start. The surrounding humans are oblivious, buzzing with excitement as they line up outside the club. But I could feel her voice in my head, cold and commanding.Get me that heart.Her words echo through my mind, and a knot tightens in my chest. Being an underling for this arrogant but powerful witch is a small price to pay for my freedom. I’ll do what she asks. I always do.I watched as a couple bypassed the long line and strolled inside. I could feel them - they were wolves, or at least one of them was. But they weren’t my concern. Nothing will stop me tonight.Impatience thrummed through me as the bouncer lazily let people in, one by one. It felt like an eternity, but finally, I slipped past the threshold and into the club’s pulsing chaos. The air inside was thick with the stench of sweat, alcohol, and smoke - the things these humans seemed to revel in. I moved through the crowd, barely notic

NathanielI closed the door to Mer’s room, the soft click of the lock echoing in the stillness. The master key felt heavy in my hand as I lingered momentarily, staring at the door. She was locked away, just as Ethan asked. Part of me hated doing this to her, but another part knew there was no other way. Not now. Not with everything that was at stake.I sighed and headed up to the fifth floor, where Ethan’s smaller office loomed at the end of a long hallway. My footsteps were the only sound, a stark contrast to the swirling thoughts in my mind. Reaching the door, I knocked once, and after a beat, I hear a low, measured, “Come in.”I pushed the door open and stepped inside. Ethan was seated behind his massive mahogany desk, the dim light from the windows casting shadows across his face. His presence always commanded attention - he’s the Alpha of the “Silver Dawn” pack, after all. One of the largest packs in North America, and I, his Beta, second-in-command, and best friend, have stood b

RosemaryI woke up in the same bedroom as before, my head pounding like someone was taking a sledgehammer to my brain. Groaning, I sat up, pressing my palms against my temples, trying to ease the throbbing pain. Everything felt heavy, as if the weight of last night’s revelations had settled into my bones. As I blinked the fog from my eyes, I noticed Nathaniel sitting in a chair in the room’s corner, his posture tense, as though he’d been waiting for me to wake up.“You’re up,” he said, his voice soft, filled with concern. “How are you feeling?”“Like I drank 10 gallons of tequila,” I muttered, rubbing my temples. The pounding in my head made it hard to think straight, let alone process everything that had been thrown at me the night before.Nathaniel laughed, the sound warm but tinged with nervousness. “I stayed with you all night. I was worried.”His words hit me like a punch in the gut. Worried? He should be concerned, alright. Everything I’d been told last night felt like some twis

EthanI descended the stairs, greeting the staff with brief nods as I made my way through the pack house. My mind was elsewhere, buzzing with thoughts of the past days, the weight of it all pressing on me. When I finally stepped outside, the crisp air hit my skin, grounding me in the present. I turned left and headed toward the nearest tree line, the familiar pull of the forest calling me. I needed a release, something to clear my head, and only one thing could do that.I stripped off my clothes, folding them neatly at the base of a tree before shifting. The change came quickly, bones cracking and reforming, fur sprouting as my wolf took over. It had been too long since I let him out, and I could feel his joy, his freedom, through our bond. The sensation was immediate - a rush of energy, raw and untamed. I sprinted through the forest, the trees blurring past as I let my instincts take over. My paws pounded the earth as I raced beyond the lake, heading for the farthest corner of the pr