Semua Bab The Luna He Lost: Bab 11 - Bab 20

SeleneThey gave us until the next full moon.One cycle. One breath of the moon’s light to prepare for the ancient trial no wolf dared to invoke. And we hadn’t invoked it—it had been dropped at our feet like a curse wrapped in law. The High Council didn’t want justice. They wanted obedience. Blood.And they wanted to make an example of me.Killian didn’t speak much after they left. The flames died as suddenly as they’d risen, and the forest grew eerily silent. Like it was holding its breath. I sat with my back against the cold stone where I had first seen the truth of who he was. And now, he’d seen the truth of me.Not just Silverclaw. Not just rejected.Moonbound.I traced the scar on my palm from the first shift that hadn’t torn me apart. I wasn’t a wolf bred to obey. I wasn’t a Luna trained to serve. I was something older. Something dangerous. And they knew it.That was why the Council had come in person.Killian finally turned to me after hours passed like shadows. "We need to lea

SeleneThe Council was gone, but their judgment clung to the clearing like fog.We name you Moonbound. We name you Alpha. We name you threat.Their final words echoed louder than any applause. It wasn’t approval—they had passed a sentence. And I knew what came next.War.Killian helped me to my feet, his hand firm beneath my elbow. His eyes searched my face like he was trying to make sure I was still whole. I wasn’t.Not yet.But something had shifted. The Trial didn’t just test me—it stripped me bare. And beneath everything, there was still a flame burning.“You okay?” he asked, voice low and hoarse.“No,” I said honestly. “But I will be.”His mouth curved into a grim smile. “That’s my girl.”The words lit something warm in my chest. But we didn’t have time to enjoy it.The wind changed.Again.Killian’s head snapped toward the treeline, his body already shifting slightly—muscles bunching, claws threatening to tear through skin.“I smell them,” he muttered.So did I.Not Council. Not

SeleneMorning broke like a wound.The ruins of our new home stirred with quiet motion—soft footfalls, the clang of metal, voices low and hoarse with uncertainty. The scent of ash lingered, not from destruction, but from the fire we had kindled together the night before.The fire of oath. Of beginnings.I stood atop the old stone rampart, staring down at the hollow nestled in the trees. It was still damp with morning fog, but in the faint golden light, it didn’t look like a graveyard anymore.It looked like a battlefield waiting to be reborn.And I would see it rise.“You’re up early,” Killian said, stepping up beside me. His shirt was half-buttoned, a fresh cut along his collarbone from yesterday’s fight.“So are you.”“I don’t sleep well in places that don’t feel like home,” he said, glancing at the broken towers.“Then let’s make it one.”He gave a dry laugh. “That easy, huh?”“No,” I admitted. “But nothing worth keeping ever is.”We fell into silence, watching as wolves began to g

SeleneThree days.That’s all I had to prove I was worthy.Not as a warrior.Not even as an Alpha.But as one of them.The Ironbloods didn't care about lineage or titles. They didn’t bow to strength alone. They tested character, endurance, grit. They needed to know if I could bleed beside them, break beside them, and still rise without being asked.And so, I left.Alone.No Killian. No wolves at my back. Just me and the promise I made to Orric under that fire-lit sky.The journey into Ironblood territory took nearly a day on foot. I didn’t shift—I needed my mind clear, my senses sharp. And truthfully, I didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of seeing me arrive as anything other than the woman they feared. The she-wolf the Council named a threat. The rogue Alpha who dared to rise from the ruins.By dusk, I reached the outpost carved into the mountainside.Their den was nothing like ours.It was older. Harsher. The air smelled of stone and blood and smoke. Massive wooden gates opene

SeleneThe fire still burned in the sacred clearing long after the pact was made. Long after Orric and Marla vanished into the trees. But I couldn’t sleep.I didn’t even try.The forest around me buzzed with uneasy silence. It was the kind that crawled across your skin, like the woods themselves were holding their breath.Killian stood a few paces away, arms crossed, face half-lit by flickering orange.He hadn’t spoken since we returned to the Moonbound camp.Not really.I sat on a boulder, pulling my coat tighter around me, trying to forget how the last few days had changed everything.Moonbound had a future now.So why did it still feel like I was standing on the edge of a cliff?“You did what most Alphas wouldn’t dare,” Killian finally said.I looked up. His voice was low, gravelly.“Made a deal with a wolf who doesn’t want a throne—just control.”I arched a brow. “Isn’t that the same thing?”“No,” he said, moving toward me. “Thrones are made to be sat on. Control is taken. And Orr