All Chapters of Fighter Luna's Shifted Fate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

(Eliza's POV)I had said my piece. After speaking, I turned and quickly walked away with my hands behind my back, leaving Zachary Wilson behind.I glanced back once, watching as the Hawthorne pack guards found him again. He slumped by the water trough, looking utterly dejected like a lost wolf. Even from this distance, I could see the shock etched across his face.His mind must be reeling with those words I'd flung at him. The image of my excessively bright, dark eyes that had stared him down. And being called a "waste"? Zachary Wilson had never suffered such an insult in his entire life!I allowed myself a small smile of satisfaction as I disappeared around a corner. Let him stew in his confusion. Perhaps it would drive him to actually investigate Katherine's deception rather than drowning his sorrows.The morning sunlight warmed my face as I continued toward Westmoor Market. My disguise as a young man had proven effective so far. No one gave me a second glance as I walked confid

(Eliza's POV)I froze outside the healer's quarters, my breath catching in my throat as I heard the words "silver poisoning." The hushed conversation continued, unaware of my presence."The medicine must be infused with moonlight herb," the healer continued. "But such herbs only respond to the blood of a direct relative.""The daughter's blood would be ideal," the healer added.My stomach tightened into a knot. This scenario was painfully familiar. In my previous life, William had tricked me into giving my blood for Victoria's "medicine," only to discard it without using it. The entire charade had been designed to humiliate me."Miss Eliza?" Ivy whispered, concern etched across her face. "You've gone pale."I composed myself quickly, forcing a calm expression. "I'm fine, Ivy. Let's continue."As we walked away, my mind raced. The trap was being set once again, just as before. Victoria would claim to be suffering from an eye ailment that threatened her vision. William would deman

(Eliza's POV)I saw the dark shape lunging toward us from the corner of my eye. The black cat sprang from the shadows with unnatural speed, its yellow eyes gleaming with malice."Miss Eliza, be careful!" Ivy cried, stepping between me and the animal.Without hesitation, I pulled the small dagger from my sleeve. The blade caught the light as I slashed forward in a quick, precise motion. The cat yowled in pain as my dagger connected with its side.The wounded animal retreated, leaving small droplets of blood on the courtyard stones. It disappeared into the shadows as quickly as it had appeared.Sparrow rushed into the courtyard at that moment, her face tight with concern. She took in the scene—my drawn dagger, Ivy's protective stance, the blood on the ground."What happened? Miss Eliza, are you all right?" she asked, moving quickly to my side.I slid the dagger back into my sleeve with practiced ease. My heart was beating rapidly, but I kept my expression calm."A black cat attac

(Eliza's POV)The cool night breeze carried the scent of earth and decay as William dragged me deeper into the Morgan family cemetery. Moonlight spilled across rows of headstones, casting long shadows that seemed to reach for us with ghostly fingers."Keep moving," William snarled, shoving me forward.I stumbled but kept my balance, carefully maintaining the appearance of weakness while discreetly testing the ropes at my wrists. They were loosening—just a bit more time and I could free my hands completely.The cemetery stretched before us, a silent witness to generations of Morgan pack history. Elaborate mausoleums and ornate headstones stood as testaments to wealth and power, even in death.William's grip on my arm tightened painfully as we approached a fresh grave adorned with white flowers. The mound of earth was still bare in places, not yet fully covered by grass."Do you know where we are?" he demanded, forcing me to my knees before the grave.The headstone was temporary b

(Eliza's POV)Just as I was about to give up, the person on the boat suddenly spoke."Come up." Relief flooded through me as I quickly climbed aboard. The boat was small with a covered section that offered shelter from prying eyes.I collapsed into the space, grateful beyond words for this chance at survival. My sodden clothes clung to my skin, and my entire body shook from cold and exhaustion.Suddenly, the light of torches appeared along the shore. William's men were approaching the docks, systematically searching every vessel.I shrank back, pressing myself against the hull. Terror clutched at my throat as the footsteps drew nearer.Without warning, I felt the cool tip of a dagger tap beneath the stern, signaling me to hide. I quickly squeezed into a narrow compartment under the stern."Hey! You there!" A voice called out to the boat's owner. "Have you seen a young woman? Soaking wet, possibly injured?"I held my breath, my heart hammering so loudly I was certain they must