All Chapters of The Rose Luna: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

EthanFor weeks now, I’d watched Rose throw herself into her magic, immersing herself in something that felt both foreign and natural to her. Day after day, she disappeared into Amber’s cottage, her determination radiating like a quiet flame. And every day, I stood back, torn between pride and fear.It was a strange thing, watching someone you love grow into a power that felt so alien, so immense. Her magic hummed in the air around her, an extension of herself that she was still learning to control. At first, it was wild, unpredictable bursts that sent objects flying or extinguished candles with a mere thought. But as the days turned into weeks, I’d seen her grow more precise, more deliberate. She was a natural, I couldn’t deny it. Every spell she mastered felt like watching a flower bloom under impossible conditions, fragile yet fiercely determined.And yet, that lingering fear clawed at the back of my mind. Magic was dangerous, volatile, and with Andromeda still lurking in the shado

Nathaniel The hallway outside my office was quiet except for the faint creak of the wooden floor beneath my pacing steps. The leather-bound binder tucked under my arm felt heavier than it should, its weight a tangible reminder of what today meant. Dylan should have been here. He should have been the one to mentor Conor, to pass down his wisdom, his strategies, his heart for the role of Gamma. Instead, it was up to me, and the thought tightened my chest, filling it with a mix of grief and resolve.I heard Conor before I saw him - the steady thud of combat boots against the floor, purposeful and unyielding. When he stepped into view, it was like seeing a ghost of Dylan. The fiery red hair, sharp green eyes, and strong build were all the same, yet they weren’t. Conor lacked Dylan’s effortless charm and the way he could command a room with a grin. Instead, there was a quiet intensity about him, a reserved strength that spoke of someone trying to find his place in a world that had shifted

RosemaryThe kitchen was quiet, the early morning stillness broken only by the soft hum of the coffee maker. I cradled the warm mug in my hands, letting the comforting aroma waft over me. The first sip was always the best part of the day, a moment of calm before the inevitable chaos.But just as the cup touched my lips, a shriek pierced the air. I nearly dropped the mug, my heart jumping in surprise.“You must be Rosemary!”A whirlwind of energy burst into the kitchen, and I found myself face-to-face with a young woman with bright blonde hair and an infectious grin. She radiated enthusiasm, her dark brown eyes sparkling with a mix of curiosity and excitement as she practically bounced toward me.“And you must be Emma,” I said, setting my coffee down with a smile. “Please, call me Mer.”Emma’s grin widened, and without warning, she threw her arms around me in an enthusiastic hug. I froze for a moment, startled, before awkwardly patting her on the back.“I knew I’d like you,” she declar

EthanThe forest stretched endlessly before me, bathed in the soft glow of the rising sun. The crisp early morning air bit at my fur as I ran, the rhythmic thud of my paws against the earth grounding me as I pushed myself harder, faster. I needed this run. I needed the clarity that came with it, the focus it gave me as I prepared for what might come next.When I reached the pack’s border, I slowed to a stop, my breath misting in the cool air. The scents of pine and damp earth surrounded me, but I kept my senses sharp, alert for any sign of movement. I shifted back to human form, the familiar crack and stretch of my bones a brief but familiar pain. Reaching into the hollow of a nearby tree, I pulled out the clothes I’d stashed earlier and quickly dressed.I didn’t have to wait long. A faint rustle of leaves reached my ears, followed by the barely audible crunch of footsteps. I turned toward the sound, my body tensing as a figure emerged from the shadows.“Amber,” I said, my voice low b

RosemaryIt had been a few months since the battle that had turned my life upside down - the day we lost Dylan, the day Aurora was born, and the day I discovered I was a hybrid. Those events had left scars on all of us, visible and invisible. Since then, I have spent most of my days training, both with my wolf and with the magic that pulsed through my veins. Every spell, every incantation, every shift of my body into wolf form was another step toward becoming the person I needed to be: a protector for Aurora, a Luna for the pack, and a force strong enough to face Andromeda.The cottage, once Amber’s home, had become my sanctuary. Its walls were lined with shelves overflowing with ancient grimoires, scrolls, and tomes that spoke of power and secrets long forgotten. It was here I found solace and purpose, poring over every spell, every passage, every fragment of knowledge that could strengthen me. But no matter how much I practiced, how much I learned, the specter of Andromeda loomed ov