Semua Bab The Luna Surgeon : Bab 1 - Bab 10

The smell of blood was never supposed to bring comfort.But for Dr. Mira Lane, it grounded her. It was the smell of order, of crisis she could control, nothing like the chaos she’d left behind years ago. Nothing like the smell of scorched fur, burning pine, and betrayal that haunted her nightmares.Here in the ER, blood meant she still had a chance to save someone. And that was all she had left to live for.She pulled her gloves tight and pressed the back of her wrist to her forehead. It was nearly midnight. The last trauma had been a car crash. A teenager survived. Mira stitched his artery like it was nothing.Because she was good. One of the best. And she had to be.The doors to the trauma bay slammed open with a force that made every hair on her neck stand up.“Male patient! Multiple stab wounds! Found unconscious near the warehouses!” a nurse shouted, pushing through the swinging doors as the gurney rolled in.“Vitals?” Mira demanded, already moving into position.“BP 80 over 40 a

The scent hit her like a wall of stone and smoke.He was still nearby.Mira dropped to her knees beside the unconscious nurse. She pressed two fingers to the woman’s neck. Her pulse is present but faint. No blood. No signs of trauma. Just… knocked out.She exhaled shakily.He didn’t hurt her. He could have, but he didn’t.“Get me a gurney in Room 9 now!” she barked to a tech as footsteps raced toward her.“Doctor Lane, what happened?”“He’s gone,” she snapped. “Sedated and restrained, and somehow he still walked out of here. Find security. Pull the cameras. Check every exit.”The orderly’s face went pale. “But… we’re five stories up.”“I don’t care if he grew wings and flew,” she growled, her voice darkening more than it should have. “Find him.”He nodded and ran.Mira stood slowly, scanning the room. The leather restraints were shredded, not broken, not unclasped. Shredded.Her stomach twisted.Even among wolves, that level of strength was rare.He didn’t just have power.He had rage

The collar gleamed under the hallway light; silver, thick, and humming with magic.Mira’s stomach turned. She hadn’t seen one since she was sixteen.Used by hunters to control rogue wolves. Not to kill. To break.“Get behind me,” Grey rasped, forcing himself to his feet.But Mira didn’t move.Her eyes locked on the intruder’s. “You’re not here for him,” she said coldly. “You’re here for me.”The hunter stepped into the apartment. His boots crunched the broken wood beneath him. The mask he wore was obsidian-black, marked with a faded white crescent.“I don’t know you,” she said, keeping her voice level. “But you clearly know me.”The man didn’t speak. He lifted the collar, slowly, deliberately.Grey snarled. “If you think you’ll touch her….”The hunter struck.Faster than she could follow, he lunged. Mira barely had time to dodge, her body moving on instinct, slamming into the wall beside the door. Grey charged, his knife flashing.The hunter caught his arm mid-swing and slammed him in

The night air was thick with the echo of that broken howl.Mira was already moving, boots slapping wet asphalt as she sprinted through the alley and out onto the silent street. Her blood pounded louder than the wind. It couldn’t be him. It wasn’t possible. But her wolf wasn’t questioning it, she was clawing, howling, aching toward the sound.“Mira, wait!” Grey was just behind her, injured but fast.She didn’t wait.She turned sharply down a narrow side street, past a rusted chain-link fence, and into the abandoned courtyard of an old church. The air changed here. Heavy. Charged. Like something sacred had been burned away long ago.And then she saw him.A figure, barely standing in the moonlight. Leaner than she remembered. Older. But unmistakable.He turned.Her breath caught.“Liam,” she said.He didn’t speak. His eyes, one golden, one bloodshot, searched hers like he was trying to make sure she was real.“I thought you were dead,” she whispered.He gave a shaky smile. “Same.”Grey m

“No,” Liam breathed. “That’s not,…..he’s dead. He died with the pack.”The scream echoed again, fractured by the wind but unmistakably familiar. Mira’s spine stiffened as the sound twisted through her bones like it had been waiting in her blood all along.“I heard it too,” she said quietly.The seer stood slowly, gripping his staff. “The blood remembers. But what you hear now... is not the man you knew.”Grey’s claws unsheathed with a slow scrape. “We need to move. That sound didn’t just come out of nowhere.”Liam looked shaken, rooted to the ground. “What if it’s him? What if they took him too?”“If they did,” Grey said darkly, “then what’s left might not be your father anymore.”Mira grabbed her brother’s wrist. “We’re not leaving until we find out.”The seer turned toward the shadows. “You’ll find what you’re looking for beyond the dead grove. But be warned… the answers will not heal you.”“They never do,” Mira muttered.They left the hidden lair and stepped into the half-light of