All Chapters of The Lost Luna’s Return: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Zoey’s POV He turns to look at me before leaving the room, and I instantly avert my gaze. I can’t bear to meet his eyes after that outburst. “You were fine,” Mia says gently in my head. “You okay?” Raven asks, motioning for me to take my clothes off. I keep my head bowed, not wanting her to see how red my face is. The last time this happened, I didn’t even know it was happening. “I’m sorry about him,” Raven says, running her tests. “One thing my cousin hasn’t lost after all these years is his temper.” My ears perk up. “Your cousin?” I ask softly, hating how small my voice sounds. “Yeah,” she answers, distracted by what she calls my miraculous healing. I glance down at my stomach—once black and purple with old bruises, now pale, smooth… soft. How is this even possible? “Who’s your cousin?” I ask, pulling myself from spiraling thoughts. “Kieran,” she replies, scribbling notes. “Alpha Kieran, I mean. Did I not mention that?” I shake my head as she gestures toward my clothes.

Zoey’s POV “Zachhhh!” A young voice cries out, piercing through the roar of flames. Buildings reduced to rubble. Screams echo through the smoke-thick air. Burnt corpses lie scattered across scorched ground. Everything is ablaze. And at the center of it all stands a little girl, her cheeks stained with soot and tears. “It’s time, Zoey,” a mystical voice whispers through the inferno. “It’s time to awake.” I bolt upright in bed, gasping. The panic is always the same—searing and suffocating. Not from reality, like Lily’s irritating wake-up calls, but from what’s coming. Always at 6:37 a.m. Like clockwork. I slip out for my usual walk through the forest before sunrise. The fresh air helps... a little. I return to assist the kitchen staff with breakfast. Afterward, Lucien usually appears—our unspoken routine unfolding: hospital duties with Raven, quiet laughs, a semblance of peace. Then he disappears for training, and Raven and I are left to our own rhythm until dinner. Occasio

Zoey’s POV“I honestly can’t explain it,” Raven mutters, moving around me with her scanner, her fingers pressing gently along my arms and ribs.“It’s faster than most wolf healing,” Lucien adds, his brow furrowed. “But that doesn’t mean you should be putting yourself in danger.”I let out a dry chuckle. From the lawn to the hospital, all my bruises vanished like they were never there.“Maybe we should injure her just to study this power of hers,” Raven jokes, though I can see curiosity burning in her eyes. “Still, I think you should take the day off. Just to be safe.”“Do you think Alpha Kieran is... upset?” I ask, voice barely above a whisper.Mine to use or destroy.His words echo in my mind, and suddenly I don’t feel very useful at all.“If he is, he’ll get over it,” Lucien scoffs.“Easy for you to say. He’s your brother,” I mutter, sliding off the bed.“He will,” Raven adds as we walk toward her office. “Besides, that war’s the only thing that occupies his mind these days. But rea

Zoey’s POV When the black fog lifts, I don’t know where I am. A small crowd gathers in an open space. I walk closer, drawn to the center where a small boy stands beside a bald man whose lips move without sound. The air shimmers with stillness. When the man finishes speaking, everyone bows. His eyes glow a violent red. Alpha Kieran. “That’s your mate,” a soft voice says beside me. A woman bathed in radiant light smiles serenely. “He needs you. You need him.” Her light becomes blinding—and then everything disappears. Suddenly, air rushes into my lungs. I gasp awake. A room full of people surrounds me, staring, expectant. I should be used to this by now. I scan the room and spot Alpha Kieran, Raven, and the man from my recurring dreams—older now, with deep lines etched by time. But what startles me most is the way they’re all looking at me. Wide-eyed. In awe. I feel… different. Looking down, I see my hands still glowing, like they do before the blast—but this time, the

Zoey’s POVEverything feels different now.I’ve said that a lot in the past few days, but this time it really does.It’s like I’ve just shifted for the first time again—new, stronger, more aware. My senses hum at the surface, finally under control. And it’s all because of him. He’s the storm and the calm, the trigger and the balm. Every second I spend near him, something buried deep inside me stirs.The power I’ve hidden for so long—whatever it is—keeps clawing its way up, as if it knows he’s the one who can unleash it. But with that rise comes another war: instinct versus logic… or is it fear?A part of me wants to run to him, let him still the chaos he somehow quiets just by existing. But he also awakens something in me. Something wild. Something I’m afraid I won’t survive once it's fully unleashed. And all I’ve ever known how to do is survive—His scent hits me before I hear him—earth, smoke, and something darker. It seeps through the steam of my shower, coiling around me like a se