All Chapters of The Luna He Lost: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

SeleneHollowfen groaned like a creature long asleep.It wasn’t just the wind rattling through broken towers or the creak of vines shifting against old stone. It was something deeper—a hum beneath my feet, a pulse in the air. Ancient. Watchful. As if the ruins themselves remembered things the rest of the world had tried to forget.I stood in what used to be the main hall—though calling it that now felt generous. The roof had caved in years ago, and ivy spilled across the floor like green blood. The flagstones were cracked and moss-ridden, but the bones of it remained. A wide arch still stood at the far end, empty and echoing, framing the forest beyond like a portrait of time lost.Killian moved beside me, silent.We hadn’t spoken much since his confession last night. I didn’t know what to say. His past as part of the Council’s elite—it wasn’t a betrayal, not exactly. But it felt like a weight we hadn’t known we were carrying. Another thread in the web that bound our fates tighter than

SeleneThe fire hadn’t burned out by morning.Its embers still glowed quietly in the centre of Hollowfen’s old courtyard, a slow, living reminder of the night before—the night I fully claimed my name, my bloodline, and a future I could no longer avoid.The wolves hadn’t scattered. They’d stayed close, many of them sleeping curled beneath the makeshift awnings or pressed against the rubble like it could still protect them. We were still rebuilding. Not just the stronghold—but the bonds between us. The fragile trust that power had once shattered.But something had changed. I saw it in the way they looked at me now. Less fear. Less doubt. More… something. Reverence, maybe. Resolve.And in the quiet that followed the storm, I could feel the pulse of something awakening beneath our feet. Like the land had heard us. Like Mairead had heard us.“Do you ever get used to it?” I murmured.Killian stood beside me on the stone steps, watching the sky lighten behind the spire of a broken tower.“Us

SeleneI didn't sleep that night.Not from fear. Not even from exhaustion—though the ache in my bones told me I should’ve collapsed hours ago. But something had shifted inside me. Like the moment I’d read my mother’s journal, a latch had opened. And now, everything was pouring through—memories I didn’t remember having, names I didn’t know I knew.The scent of moonlight on cold stone.The whisper of cloaks dragging along marble.A lullaby I hadn’t heard since childhood, now blooming in my head like it had never left.I paced the map room long after the fires were out, after the wounded were settled and the ash had cooled. Killian found me there, eventually, arms crossed, his jaw dark with stubble and soot still smudged on his temple.“You need rest,” he said, not unkindly.“So do you,” I shot back, not looking up.He didn’t argue.We stood in silence for a beat longer, just the faint crackle of the last candle dancing between us. Then he walked over to the table and placed something do

SeleneThe mountain wind was sharper than I expected, slicing through my cloak like tiny knives. It wasn’t even that cold, not really—but the chill had burrowed under my skin anyway. Maybe it had nothing to do with the wind at all. Maybe it was because of what I was about to face.Killian rode beside me in silence, his face grim and unreadable. On my other side, my mother clutched her reins with steady fingers, but her eyes never stopped moving—as if the mountain itself was watching us. Or maybe she was watching it, remembering.None of us spoke as we reached the gate carved into the rock wall. Two guards stood at attention, their eyes flickering to me before they lowered their heads.I nodded once. “Open it.”One of them hesitated for half a second—just a twitch of uncertainty—then moved to trigger the mechanism. With a groaning scrape, the stone doors slid inward, revealing the tunnel that led to the mountain prison. The air changed instantly. Heavy. Stale. Too quiet.I didn’t look

Selene There are moments that feel like lightning in your blood. When everything slows down just long enough for your instincts to scream. That’s what it felt like, stepping into the center of Briarhollow and watching flame erupt from a robed hand like a promise. I didn’t hesitate. The Moonfire blade was already in my hand by the time the flame fully formed. I stepped into the strike, the blade slicing through the heat like it was smoke. The air cracked with the sound of magic hitting magic, and the Obsidian Eye acolyte staggered back, clearly not expecting resistance that felt... ancient. The others moved fast. Killian was beside me in seconds, blade raised. Elara barked out a warding spell that rang through the air like a bell. Tess vanished from my peripheral vision, only to reappear behind one of the attackers, her knife buried deep in the gap beneath their ribs. Cassian, ever dramatic, let out a battle cry that probably woke the gods and charged straight into the fray. The