All Chapters of The Lost Luna’s Return: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

KIERAN“This, this, and this,” Damon says, stabbing his finger into the maps sprawled before me, “are the last unclaimed packs.”Lucien, as always, picks up the thread. “These territories are now under our control. This one…” he taps a darker region, “still belongs to Cassian—for now.”I don’t respond.I study the maps, not with interest, but with calculation. Every piece is falling into place. Every name crossed out, every land seized, means I’m closer.“What time is the meeting?” I ask, finally.“Ten sharp,” Damon answers.I stand, adjusting the cuff of my sleeve. “Then we’re late.”We move like shadows. Cold. Purposeful. Wolves bow as we pass, avoiding my gaze. Ragnar, my wolf, purrs in approval. Respect. Fear. Order. As it should be.The car ride is silent—not out of awkwardness, but discipline. My pack doesn’t chatter. They move, strike, conquer. That’s why we’ve survived.As we cross into Arrow Heart Pack territory, the stench of weakness hits first—desperation hangs thick in th

KieranPower tastes like blood.I drop Alex’s lifeless body and let it thud to the floor like the trash he is. Whatever title he once held is gone—along with his relevance.The pack is mine now.The air in the conference room is heavy, thick with fear and silence. I give the cowards five minutes to sign the transfer papers. Just five. That’s all the tolerance I have for groveling and bureaucratic nonsense.By the fourth minute, my patience fractures.Lucien gives me a warning look. Damon smirks, already knowing I’m about to lose it. I push back from the table, the chair screeching across the floor, and leave without a word.I tell myself I’m checking on logistics. Maybe looking for loose ends.But that’s a lie.I’m looking for her.The Omega.The one with silver hair and haunted eyes I can’t get out of my head.I find her in the kitchen—alone. Her hands tremble slightly as she wipes down the already-clean counter, like she needs the motion to distract herself from something darker. Sh

Kieran’s POV — Driving into the pack compound, Ragnar practically vibrates beneath my skin.Now this is what you call a pack, he growls in approval.I step out of the SUV just as the first wave of trucks rolls in—each one packed with newly recruited wolves from across the territory. My army is complete. The next phase of the war can finally begin.As I make my way toward the packhouse, my steps falter outside her door.“Just a peep,” Ragnar begs.My wolf, begging. That’s new. And deeply unsettling.I push the door open and step inside quietly, settling onto the couch across from the bed before I realize I’ve even made the decision. She’s curled up in the sheets, breathing softly.Feelings I thought I'd buried begin to rise like bile in my throat.Not now. Not again.“But she’s different,” Ragnar murmurs. What the hell is happening to him?I’m about to leave—this is a mistake—when she suddenly bolts upright, falling to her knees, head bowed low. No one told her I was here. She sensed

Kieran’s POV “As far as I can tell, she’s a highly malnourished wolf who shouldn’t even be alive. The amount of organ damage, the bruises... She’s not healing, but somehow, she’s still breathing. Whoever did this to her wasn’t just trying to hurt her. They were trying to snuff her out.” My jaw clenches. My fists tighten. I shouldn’t care. But even as I exit the building, Ragnar is snarling, pacing, running mental circles of vengeance. He’s imagining ripping apart whoever touched her. And I’m not stopping him. Oh Goddess, I don’t need this right now. I push through the door of the only man I trust. “Kieran,” Anders greets without looking up, his aged hands stirring a thick potion in a carved obsidian bowl. “Anders. Thanks for seeing me on short notice.” I drop into the chair opposite him, trying to steady my heartbeat. “How are the soldiers?” “They’ll recover.” He hums, setting the bowl aside and studying me through the glasses perched low on his nose. His sharp

Kieran’s POV “What’s going on? Zoey?” The sight before me freezes my blood. Her hair and eyes glow violently as she thrashes mid-air—completely suspended, like something’s holding her there. “What the hell?” Damon mutters as he and Lucien appear behind me. “Raven, what happened?” I demand, my voice laced with dominance, my eyes glowing with restrained fury. Wide-eyed, Raven turns from the chaos. “I—I don’t know. We were just talking. I touched her hair, and then—next thing I know, I’m flying across the room, and the whole building starts shaking.” She gestures around at the overturned equipment and shattered glass. “Just like back at her pack,” Lucien whispers grimly. Then, just as suddenly as it started, Zoey’s body collapses onto the bed with a thud. The light vanishes. Her limbs still. She’s pale—too pale. I’m at her side instantly, bracing her head, my instincts overriding every thought. “This happened before?” Raven asks shakily, stepping over debris to tidy