All Chapters of From Runt To Luna : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

SARAH’S POVI woke before the others. The room was still dim, the kind of early gray that made the edges of the furniture look softer than they really were. Camille’s breathing stayed even across the room, deep and steady the way it always was when she finally let herself rest. Lilliana had fallen into a deeper sleep sometime after midnight; her face looked younger when she wasn’t holding everything so tightly, the small line between her brows finally smoothed out.I sat up slowly so the bed wouldn’t creak and reached for the notebook I kept under my pillow. Writing helped when my thoughts started circling the same places over and over. Today the circling was worse than usual. The pen felt familiar in my hand, the weight of it a small comfort.Jordan hadn’t come by the hostel last night. That shouldn’t have mattered. We weren’t attached in any official way, and the pack had enough going on without me inventing extra reasons to worry. But after what Lilliana told us about the conversat

CLARISSA'S POV The old smell of the infirmary clung to the air, thick with dust and the occasional sour note of forgotten paper. I stood in the small room that had once been the records room, shelves leaning inward under the weight of the untouched boxes that had been stored there since the last war. The floorboards groaned beneath my boots in a few places. Bianca waited by the door, her head cocked as she listened to the sound of footsteps on the path outside. Adrian's people still took an interest in me at irregular intervals, but they were getting sloppy. Routine had dulled even the sharpest wolves' suspicion if they had enough quiet nights to spare. I plucked another folder free from the middle shelf and let the flashlight beam fall over the contents. Mostly useless inventory reports, a dozen or so years' worth of old supply orders for bandages and simple medicines, and notes on common illnesses that half-trained healers would have managed without writing down. Near the back of

LILLIANA’S POVGrace had the lights on early. The lab always smelled the same in the morning—cleaner, solvent, and that faint metallic edge that never quite went away no matter how many times they wiped the tables down. I got there before most of the others and found her already bent over a set of slides, pen tucked behind one ear.“You’re early,” she said without looking up.“Couldn’t sleep.” I set my bag down on the usual chair and pulled on a pair of gloves from the box by the sink. The powder inside them always left a dry feeling on my skin. “Anything new?”“One of the transfer logs finally matched a storage code from the old west-wing freezer. It’s been offline for years, but the inventory list is still in the system.” She slid a printout toward me across the table. The paper was slightly warm from the printer. “If the samples are still there, they might be more intact than what we pulled from Eliza.”I read the sheet. The dates went back further than I expected. Some of the entr

CAMILLE’S POVThe afternoon training block was supposed to be light. Conditioning and form work, nothing that would leave anyone too worn out for the evening shift if they had one. The instructors had other ideas once we were all on the field. By the second hour we were running circuits through the trees with packs on our backs, and the complaints had mostly died down into hard breathing and the occasional curse when someone caught a root.I kept pace near the middle of the group. Sarah was a few places ahead, steady as always, not wasting energy on anything extra. Jordan was further back. He hadn’t said much since morning, and I wasn’t about to push him for conversation. Some people needed space after they’d been dragged into the Alpha’s office and made to account for every message on their phone.We stopped at the top of a low rise for water and a short break. From there you could see a good stretch of the eastern boundary if you knew where to look. Extra patrols moved along the tre

LILLIANA’S POV Grace was already at the lab when I got there with Sarah and Camille just after full light. She looked like she’d slept in the chair at the main table, if she’d slept at all. A blanket was half-fallen off the back of it, and there was an empty cup near her elbow. “Results?” I asked. I set my bag down in the usual spot. “Partial.” She handed me a printed sheet without standing up. The paper had a small coffee ring in one corner. “The samples from the west wing are cleaner than what we had from Eliza. We can see the structure better under the scope. It’s a modified version of the old outbreak strain, bound to the aconite and the silver compounds in a way that keeps it stable longer than it has any right to. Still missing pieces on the exact binding, but we’re closer than we were two days ago.” I read the sheet twice, then passed it to Sarah so she and Camille could look. The diagrams helped more than the blocks of text. “Can we counter it from this?” “Not fully. Not