Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Lost Luna’s Return: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Zoey’s POVThey’re still wearing those grim expressions when I finish explaining.Raven is the first to break. She throws her hands into the air, frustration crackling off her like static. “This is a terrible plan.”“Maybe,” I say quietly, my voice steadier than I feel, “but what do I really have to lose?”The words barely leave my mouth before regret curls in my chest, sharp and immediate.“Your life,” Lucien replies without hesitation. His gaze flicks briefly—deliberately—toward my stomach. “Your child’s life.”Silence presses down on the room, thick and heavy. The dusty safe house seems to lean in, as if even the walls are waiting to see whether I’ll back down.“But we can’t do nothing,” I insist. “I’m going. Alone.”Raven opens her mouth, then closes it again, clearly biting back whatever she was about to say. Lucien’s jaw tightens. Anders watches me with that unreadable expression of his, eyes sharp but distant, like he’s already calculating consequences three steps ahead.I know

Zoey’s POV I’m still trying to piece together what just happened when the air snaps open again. Did he send me back out of anger? Could Zach even do that? Or was it the mark Anders put on me—doing exactly what it was designed to do? The questions are still tumbling through my head when the familiar rush of displaced air slams into the clearing. Power crackles, sharp and electric, and then they’re there—Anders, Lucien, and Raven—appearing as if they’d never left at all. “Can you believe him?” Lucien is already shouting, his voice echoing off the trees. “Can you believe he actually had the guts to raise his voice at us? Like all of this isn’t his fault. Like I didn’t warn him about Da—” He cuts himself off abruptly when he opens the door and his gaze lands on me. The silence that follows is thick, heavy with everything they clearly don’t want to say in front of me. “What happened?” I ask, my voice steadier than I feel. I study their faces—Lucien’s flushed and furious, Anders’s

Zoey’s POV I stand frozen, barely breathing, as I watch Kieran fly backward and crash into the river with a splash that echoes through the forest. The sound should shock me more than it does. Part of me is shocked—at my own power, at how instinctively it surged out of me. Another part of me, one I’m not proud of, feels a grim sense of satisfaction. Proof that I’m not weak anymore. That I don’t break as easily as I once did. And then there’s the third part. The part that feels sick. The part that remembers how it felt to love him without fear. Before I can linger on that thought, before guilt has time to take root, I turn and run. I don’t stop until the cabin comes into view, my breath ragged, my chest tight. I slam the door shut behind me and lean against it for a moment, forcing air into my lungs. My hands tremble—not from exhaustion, but from emotion I don’t know how to contain. I hadn’t realized how upset I still was with him until I saw him. He hurt me. Deeply. In a way t

Kieran’s POVThe feeling of uselessness almost swallows me whole as I watch her disappear up the stairs.It sits heavy in my chest, a crushing weight that makes it hard to breathe, hard to think—hard to be anything other than a bystander to her pain. At a time like this, Ragnar would have told me to go after her. To take the stairs two at a time, to grab her wrist before she could shut herself away. He would have insisted, clawed at me to hold her, anchor her, remind her—through touch alone if words failed—that she wasn’t alone in this. That even if I couldn’t fix what was broken, I could at least be there while it hurt.But Ragnar is quiet.The silence where his voice should be is worse than the occasional howls that tear through me without warning—raw, wordless sounds soaked in agony during our time away from Zoey. They come without explanation, without comfort. Just pain. Endless, echoing pain that coils around my ribs and tightens until I feel like I might crack under it. I had be

Kieran’s POVMadness.Pure madness.That’s the only word that comes close to describing my reality.Less than twelve hours until the challenge for my throne. Less than twelve hours until everything I’ve fought to protect could go up in flames. My beta has fled in the night along with all our war strategies and plans.If there was ever a time to be unraveling, this would be it.And yet, as I lie here with Zoey curled against my chest, I feel… nothing.No panic.No dread.No fear.The weight of the world should be crushing me, but instead, I am utterly unbothered.Not by the fact that she could die at any moment.Not by the knowledge that tomorrow could rip everything from me.Not even by the very real possibility that there may be no future waiting for us on the other side of this.None of it reaches me.Because right now, all I can focus on is her.The steady beat of her heart, pressed against my chest, perfectly aligned with mine. Her breathing, slow and even, falling into the same r