All Chapters of Luna’s Rebellion : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The scent of blood still lingered in the air as I cradled Kael’s head in my lap. His breathing was shallow, uneven, like a song on the edge of dying. The silver dart had buried deep into his chest, and already, the infection was spreading like wildfire. “Stay with me,” I whispered, pressing my hand against his wound. My magic flared—raw, uncertain, and chaotic—but I didn’t care. I had to try. His eyes fluttered open, and he gave me a weak, lopsided smile. “You… found your fire.” “I’m not letting you die,” I choked out, letting the tears fall freely. “Not like this. Not for me.” Behind us, the corridor rumbled as distant footsteps echoed closer. Damon’s wolves. Reinforcements. We had minutes, if that. Kael grasped my wrist. “There’s a tunnel,” he rasped. “Behind the supply shelf… it leads to the eastern ridge.” I turned to look. The wall was stone, unremarkable—until I noticed the faint shimmer of a concealment spell. Of course. “I’ve got you,” I whispered, lifting him

The walls of my cell hummed. I felt it before I saw it—the shift in the night, the way the air thickened, heavy with magic. The Blood Moon was hours away. And something told me this one wouldn’t just pass like any other. This time, it was coming for me. I paced, the chain on my ankle clinking against the stone. My mind raced. Kael was out there—I knew it in my bones—but Damon’s words kept me locked tight, buried deep beneath the mountain. The pack lands above would be glowing red soon. A symbol. A warning. Or maybe a promise. Suddenly, footsteps echoed down the corridor. I froze, heart pounding, as Damon appeared in the doorway. His shirt was bloodstained. His hair wild. And his eyes—those eyes that once held charm and lies in equal measure—were pure fury now. “You feel it, don’t you?” His voice was low, dangerous. “The Blood Moon. It’s waking you up. But it’s mine, Elara. I claimed this night. I claimed you.” I didn’t answer. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. But the tr

The blade glinted black as Damon’s hand arced toward me, faster than thought, faster than breath. His snarl echoed through the clearing—feral, unhinged, the sound of a wolf who’d lost his soul. I can’t die here. My magic exploded before his blade could find my heart. A shockwave of silver light slammed into him, throwing him backward. He hit a tree so hard the trunk cracked, bark splintering like bone. The dagger flew from his grip, landing in the dirt at my feet. I stared at it—at the jagged edge, still humming with dark energy. The thing that was meant to end me. But it hadn’t. Not yet. “Elara!” Kael’s voice tore through the chaos, ragged with pain but alive. Alive. I turned, my heart surging at the sight of him. Blood dripped from the silver dart that had pierced his side, but he was on his feet, unbroken. His wolf burned in his eyes—wild, protective, mine. “Behind you!” he shouted. I spun again just in time to see Damon charging. But this wasn’t Damon anymore—not really.

The figure of light stood between us and the creature, a blazing shield against the darkness. The ground trembled beneath its weight, the air crackled with pure energy, and even the shadows that clung to the creature shrank back as if scorched by the very presence of this being. I stared, breathless, clutching Kael’s limp form against me. The fire that had threatened to devour us just moments before recoiled like a tide pulled back by the moon itself. “Who—what are you?” I gasped, my voice hoarse from the raw magic that had burned through me. The figure didn’t turn fully, but I felt its gaze—warm, steady, ancient. A voice answered, low and thunderous. “I am the wolf who guards the Luna line. The first of the blessed. The last of the Starborn. I have waited for this night, Elara.” The creature let out a snarl that echoed across the mountains. “No! You were banished to the void—you cannot stand here!” But the Starborn wolf only lifted its hand, and silver chains formed from starlig

The mist swallowed the world. The pass was silent, except for the ragged sound of my breathing. My heart thundered in my chest, my fists clenched so tight my nails cut into my palms. Kael was gone. Taken. Again. And this time, I wasn’t sure I could get him back. I dropped to my knees, the weight of it all crashing down on me. But even as the hopelessness tried to drown me, another fire burned beneath it—hotter, brighter, wilder. Rage. Pure, unfiltered fury. The Luna Star inside me answered that fury, its light flickering to life, stronger than before. I felt it in my bones, in my blood—the call of something ancient and untamed. I stood, swaying at first, then steady. My eyes lifted to the mountain peak where the Temple of the Moon waited, hidden behind centuries of myths and wards. If there was any hope of stopping Damon, of saving Kael, of ending this nightmare—I’d find it there. Every step up the mountain felt like a battle. The wind howled around me, the cold biting throug