All Chapters of The Luna He Lost: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

SeleneThe Northern Spine was aptly named.It rose like jagged vertebrae across the map—mountains layered with ancient pine, bone-white stone, and secrets buried deeper than any council dared to dig. Most packs didn’t bother with these lands. Too wild. Too ungoverned. Too free.But that’s why I needed them.If the High Council wanted obedience, then I needed wolves who’d never learned to kneel.Our journey was long and cold. Even wrapped in furs and layered wool, the mountain air sliced through me like a blade. The wind howled between the trees, not unlike the old gods whispering their discontent.Lira kept pace beside me, silent but alert. Cassian scouted ahead, his movements sharp and precise despite the terrain. The others followed in staggered formation, watching the shadows.“Remind me again,” Lira said after our second day of travel, “why we’re risking our necks climbing toward the moon just to beg for help from savages?”I shot her a look. “Because savages don’t answer to the C

SeleneThe sky burned crimson.A blood moon rose over the Hollowfang ridge, spilling eerie light across the mountains. It cast the forest in shades of rust and warning—nature’s omen of what was to come.We knew the Council would strike soon. The discovery of Cassian had only confirmed what we already feared: there was no peace left to bargain. Only war.I stood on the northern wall, armor cinched tight around my ribs, the weight of it strangely comforting. My silver-threaded cloak whipped behind me like a banner. My mark—a crescent-wolf sigil—gleamed over my heart. Lira had insisted I wear it.“Let them see who you are,” she’d said. “Let them fear it.”Behind me, the stronghold had gone quiet.Not out of fear—but preparation.The silence of wolves bracing for impact.Killian joined me a moment later, dressed in Ironblood war gear, sword strapped to his back, eyes scanning the treeline below. “The ridge is too quiet,” he muttered. “Not even birds.”“They’re masking their scent,” I said

SeleneThe stone wouldn’t stop humming.It throbbed against my palm like a second heartbeat, pulsing with a soft silver glow that dimmed and brightened in rhythm with the moonlight. I’d wrapped it in cloth, tried to shut it away in a drawer, even buried it beneath the altar after the woman—my supposed aunt—vanished into the woods.But still, it called to me.A quiet whisper beneath my skin.At first, I told myself I was imagining it. That my mind, worn down by loss and bloodshed, had conjured some fantasy to give meaning to the stranger’s words. But every time I stepped near the altar where I’d hidden it, my breath shortened. My vision narrowed. My wolf stirred like it was hearing an ancient lullaby.The truth was, I was afraid.Afraid of what it meant.Afraid of what I might become if I followed where it led.But the message left on Mara’s body still haunted my dreams. You should have stayed broken.No.I had broken once.I would never be shattered again.---Killian didn’t try to st

SeleneThe wind howled through the mountains like a wounded beast.I stood alone in the watchtower before dawn, the stronghold quiet behind me, bathed in the gray light of early morning. Sleep hadn’t come. Not after the rallying. Not after the truths I’d spoken aloud, truths that felt heavier on my shoulders now than ever before.War was coming.And for the first time, I didn’t flinch from it.But I didn’t welcome it either.A rustling behind me broke the silence. I didn’t need to turn.Lira’s footsteps were distinctive—calm, measured, always with a flick of magic that brushed the air like perfume.“They’re awake,” she said. “Killian, too. He asked for you.”My heart stuttered.I left the tower without a word, moving swiftly through the corridors. Wolves paused to bow, to offer silent nods of respect. They looked at me differently now—like something had shifted.Maybe it had.When I reached the infirmary, Killian was sitting up against a pile of cushions. His chest was bare, bandages

SeleneThe war room felt colder than the northern winds that howled through the mountain passes.Long before I entered, I could feel the shift in energy. A tension thick enough to choke. The walls themselves seemed to pulse with awareness, as though they, too, understood the gravity of what was coming.As I stepped through the threshold, every head turned toward me.Killian walked beside me, but the weight of every gaze landed squarely on my shoulders. Not as a former Luna. Not as the rejected mate who dared to survive. But as Selene Nightwind, Alpha of the rising Moonbound.My gaze swept across the room.Maeve stood near the central table, arms folded, her expression unreadable but her presence grounding. Beside her stood Elias—the Ironblood emissary—who had arrived only hours before with a scroll bearing the Council’s war summons.Along the far wall, Scarlett, one of the Bloodfang scouts, leaned against the stone with a look that said she'd rather be out killing something than atten