All Chapters of The Lost Luna’s Return: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Kieran’s POV“Wake up! Wake up!! Wake up, Kieran!!!”The voice still echoes in my head as I jolt awake, my body reacting before my mind can catch up. My heart slams violently against my ribs, breath coming fast and shallow, as though I’ve been running instead of sleeping. For a few disoriented seconds, I don’t know where I am—only that the words cling to me, sharp and urgent, like claws hooked beneath my skin.They’ve been haunting me for days now. Nights bleed into one another, fractured and restless, the same voice ripping me from what little sleep I manage to steal. I don’t know who it belongs to. I don’t know where it comes from. I only know that it feels important. Wrong. Like a warning I keep failing to understand.I scrub a hand down my face and force myself to breathe, dragging in air until the pounding in my chest eases. My eyes drift to the source of warmth beside me, a body pressed close in the bed. Brown hair spills across the pillow, obscuring her face, but I don’t need t

Zoey’s POV I thought things had changed after my vision. Now everything feels… perfect. Not loud-perfect. Not the kind that announces itself with fireworks or certainty. But a quiet, settled kind of peace that seeps into my bones and refuses to leave. For the first time in what feels like forever, my thoughts don’t spiral. They don’t claw at me. They simply exist—soft, steady, and warm. I know exactly what I need to be doing now. Creating life in me. The chaos that once ruled my mind has gone silent. The confusion that used to blur every thought has lifted, replaced by a calm clarity that feels almost sacred. I wake up each day lighter, my hands instinctively finding my stomach, my heart swelling with a love so fierce it steals my breath. I find joy in the smallest things—the way the morning light filters through the trees, the sound of birds calling to one another, the steady rhythm of my own breathing. Most of my time is spent in quiet contemplation, imagining the life growi

Zoey’s POV“I’m not sure about that, Zoey,” Anders says, shaking his head slowly, like the weight of the idea alone is too much to carry.We’re standing in the center of his cabin, moonlight spilling through the tall windows and settling on the wooden floor in long, silver streaks. “This was always the plan, Anders, you know this,” I reply, keeping my voice steady even though my pulse is racing. “That’s why it was so important for me to tell Kieran—because you insisted I didn’t go alone. I just got a bit…sidetracked.”Sidetracked feels like a pathetic understatement for everything that’s happened. Betrayal. Silence. Rejection. A bond fractured in front of an entire pack. But I don’t let myself dwell there. Not now.“That hasn’t changed,” Anders says firmly. His dark eyes narrow, concern etched deep into the lines of his face. “You still can’t go alone. Especially with you carrying special cargo.” His gaze flicks—just briefly—to my stomach before lifting back to my eyes. “And clearly,

Zoey’s POVI suppose it would be far too much to ask for a single night of sleep without visions or dreams.If that happened, I wouldn’t be much of a Moonborn, would I?The darkness behind my eyelids shivers, then folds inward on itself like fabric being pulled through unseen hands. The air thickens. My breath catches as the world sharpens into focus.Cassian and Zach.They’re in a wide training hall, the stone floor scuffed and cracked from years of combat. The air hums with tension, heavy with sweat and exertion. They circle each other slowly, bare chests rising and falling, muscles tight with coiled power.They clash.The sound of skin meeting skin echoes like thunder. Cassian moves with precision—calculated, ruthless—but Zach matches him blow for blow. If anything, Zach has the edge. His movements are sharper, fueled by something deeper than technique. Emotion, maybe. Or resolve.They grapple, fists flying, feet sliding across stone. I can feel the impact of every hit as though it

Zoey’s POVI stare out into the dark, letting the life of the night keep me company.Crickets chirp in uneven rhythms. Leaves rustle softly, stirred by a breeze that brushes against my skin like a whisper I can’t quite catch. Somewhere far off, an owl hoots—steady, patient, indifferent to the way my world has cracked open.I stay completely still, letting the weight of everything settle.Mosquitoes buzz around me, but I don’t bother chasing them away. Pain has taken on a different meaning tonight. This—this numb heaviness in my chest—drowns out everything else.The day had gone from perfect to a nightmare so fast it left me dizzy, like I’d been spun around and dropped without warning. One moment, I was smiling so hard my cheeks hurt. The next, I was being dragged through a portal with words that still echo inside my skull.What more could I have asked for?After everything we’d been through to finally go on a real date with Kieran felt like a gift I hadn’t dared to hope for. A real da