Alle Kapitel von Our Luna: Kapitel 21 – Kapitel 30

Lory’s POV It has been one week since the day I learned that Jackson and the others are werewolves. According to them, I, too, am a werewolf, but I think they’re mistaken. I don’t feel any different; I’m still me. Werewolves change shape for the first time when they turn 18, but I didn’t. Their wolves live alongside them and take over when their human side permits it. I don’t have a wolf inside me. I’m convinced that they’re wrong about that—or perhaps I’m just the unfortunate one who was born without a wolf in my pack and, as a result, was raised by humans. That all sounds logical, but Jackson and Dave refuse to believe it. Despite the fact that I don’t have a wolf, my entire pack has welcomed me very warmly. When we returned from the forest with Jackson, I was terrified that I wouldn’t be accepted. People didn’t accept me before, so why would the wolves—who are even more different from me—accept me now? But that wasn’t the case. Helena treats me like her own daughter. Jackson’s s

Fiona’s POV It had been a week since I sent Leena to retrieve Loreen. She returned and said that Lory hadn’t come home on the night of her birthday. She had questioned Nancy, the woman who had raised the girl for the past years. My witches had been keeping watch outside their house every day, waiting for the girl to return home. Nancy believed that the girl had found herself a boyfriend where she could indulge in her teenage recklessness, and that eventually she would come back— after all, where else could she go? Today, my patience ran out, and I decided to send Laura. She would surely notice more than the others. Laura is sharp, observant, and an excellent judge of people. Laura was gone for only two hours before she returned—still without the girl. “My Lady, I spoke to Nancy again,” she said. I didn’t reply, just waited for her to continue. I knew she wouldn’t have come back so quickly unless she had new information. “She said that on Loreen’s birthday, a young man came to the

Lory’s POV I was still thrilled from the previous day's celebration. It felt so warm and wonderful to truly belong somewhere. I had received so much positivity that I knew I could cherish it for a long time. I smiled at myself as I finished getting ready. Looking at my reflection, I reminded myself—I am a wolf. “If you’re really somewhere inside, we’ll find a way to free you,” I told myself, staring into my own eyes. It couldn’t be wrong. I could feel it deep within me—I belonged here. Not just beside Jackson, but truly among the wolves. “Hey, beautiful. Are you ready for breakfast?” Jackson’s voice echoed in my mind. I smiled at myself in the mirror. “Yep, almost ready.” I set my brush down and left the bathroom. Today was a school day. I enjoyed attending my new school. I was so excited about my new life that I practically bounced as I walked. When I reached the dining area, I noticed Jackson’s parents, Dave and Helena, having breakfast with their children at the pack house. “

Jackson’s POV “Hey love, what are you doing?” I mind-linked Lory. “Just sitting in math class, impossibly bored. What about you? Are you in town?” “Mhm, I missed you, so I came to pick you up from school.” “That’s such a nice surprise! My class ends in 10 minutes, and then I’m done for the day.” “What classroom are you in? I don’t feel like standing around, so I’ll Walk toward you. You can make the other girls jealous when they see how awesome your boyfriend is,” I smiled to myself. “Hey, just as long as they only look. I’m in room 321,” Lory said. “Alright, see you soon. Now focus on your math,” I said, closing the mind link. My anxiety was high. We had been living peacefully so far but considering that Lory left without telling anyone where she was going, it was only a matter of time before the witches found her. We’ve been granted this time by the Moon Goddess; I am certain of it. She must be preparing everything to give Lory the best chance at victory. I quickly reached t

Lory’s POV Jackson mind-linked his father to explain the situation in the room. I looked at the man who claimed to be my father. “Why is she unconscious?” I asked, studying the woman lying in his arms more closely. “She has been kept weak for a long time, and she used too much of her strength to transport us here. She will need to rest for a few days,” Leonhard said, looking straight at me. “She was determined to bring us to you and managed to focus on the bond between you and her when she brought us here.” “She can teleport? I didn’t know witches could do that,” I said, surprised. “Your mother is actually a very powerful witch. She can teleport, see prophecies, and move objects with her mind. She knew we would see you again, and that belief was the only thing that kept us going all these years without each other,” Leonhard said, gazing at his mate with love. “I’ve called my father and his witch friend, Melisande, who will help us decide what to do next,” Jackson said. Leonhard n