All Chapters of The Luna Surgeon : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The ashes of the seer’s sanctuary drifted down like snow.Mira crouched by the blackened rocks, fingers brushing the smear of blood carved into the stone: You were born to burn.She hated how true it felt.Behind her, Grey and Liam surveyed the wreckage. There was nothing left to save, no scrolls, no relics, no trace of the war seer’s guidance. Only smoke and silence.“He was our last lead,” Liam said grimly. “Now what?”Mira stood slowly, jaw clenched. “Now we find someone who knows Valda.”Grey arched a brow. “Alive or dead?”“Both, if we have to.”She paced a few steps, trying to stay calm. But her hands wouldn’t stop shaking, not from fear. From the burn in her blood. Since her shift, the world looked sharper. Louder. She could hear the birds a mile away. Smell the lies before someone even spoke.She hated it.She craved more.“We’ll need shelter,” Grey said. “Somewhere remote. Secure. Where you can train without being seen.”“I don’t want to train,” she snapped.“You don’t have a

The cabin walls were never meant to hold back monsters.Mira gripped the note in her hand, the words WE’RE INSIDE ALREADY searing through her like acid. Her breath quickened, pulse racing. Grey and Liam were already checking doors, weapons drawn.“Anything?” she hissed.Liam shook his head. “No broken windows. No scent trail. Nothing.”Grey’s nostrils flared. “That’s the point. They were here… and they left nothing behind. That’s a level of masking I’ve only seen in one place.”“Ghost Howlers,” Mira whispered.Grey nodded grimly. “And they’re evolving.”Mira turned slowly, scanning the room. Every shadow looked like a threat now. Every creak in the wood sounded like a footstep.“We can’t stay,” she said.“We’re not ready to move either,” Liam argued. “Dad can barely walk, your control is shaky, and they know where we are. We move now, we expose ourselves.”“They already know everything,” Mira snapped. “They knew I was trying to shift. They knew our perimeter. They slipped a note into

The forest swallowed sound. No wind. No birds. Just silence and the claw marks burned into the bark outside the cabin. Luna must ascend. Or die. Mira stared at the message, her pulse thunderous in her ears. The blood used to write it still smoked, like it had been carved with molten fury. Her father was gone. Again. “Tracks,” Liam said, crouching low. “Fresh. But not full wolf. Controlled.” Grey paced behind him, eyes scanning the perimeter. “Someone masked their scent. Just like the Howlers. Could be them.” “Could be him,” Mira said softly. They all looked up. “You think your father…?” Liam asked, hesitant. “I think Valda didn’t just tether him,” she said. “She changed something in him. Left a trigger we didn’t see.” Behind her, Ash chuckled from the doorway. “Now you’re getting it.” Liam stepped toward him, blade flashing, but Grey held him back. “No,” Mira said. “He’s right. This isn’t just about control anymore. It’s about activation.” Ash leaned casually against the

The girl—Echo, or Thirteen-One, or whatever she truly was slept curled in Mira’s blanket, her breath soft, but her presence anything but.The cabin was too quiet. Even the fire refused to crackle.“She’s not just a child,” Ash said from the corner, arms crossed, voice low. “She’s a trigger.”“For what?” Grey asked, sharpening a blade he hadn’t set down since the attack.Ash didn’t answer. Mira stared into the fire, her eyes burning.“She said there were more,” she murmured. “Caged. Like her. Some with blood like mine. Some with Liam’s face.”Liam leaned against the wall near the door. “Why us?”“Because they mapped us,” Ash said. “Before you were even born. Genetic resonance. Traits, instincts, rare alpha markers… they cataloged them. The ones who survived, they stored. The ones they couldn't control…” He shrugged.“Erased,” Mira finished coldly.The child stirred slightly, murmuring Mira’s name in her sleep. The sound cut deeper than a blade.“What would they use her for?” Grey asked

The door sealed shut behind them with a hiss.Vault Three wasn’t just underground—it was beneath something ancient. Mira could feel it in her bones. Every step echoed like they were walking through the veins of a sleeping giant.Cold lights flickered to life overhead, buzzing with energy that hadn’t pulsed in years.Grey moved ahead, blade drawn.Liam scanned the walls, thick with frost and symbols etched in a language even Mira’s wolf didn’t recognize.Ash stayed close to Echo, whose expression had gone blank.“She’s remembering,” Ash said. “This place was imprinted into her core.”Echo raised a hand, fingers brushing the wall like she was touching a memory.“There was a woman,” she whispered. “White coat. White eyes. She never blinked.”Mira felt the chill deepen.They passed rows of empty glass tanks, cracked, drained, abandoned. Some still had claw marks inside.One had blood that hadn’t dried.Liam swore softly. “They raised them like weapons.”“No,” Ash said. “They manufactured