All Chapters of From Runt To Luna : Chapter 121 - Chapter 129

LILLIANA’S POV The second round of inhibitor tests took most of the morning. Grace had the two extra people she’d been promised, and the lab felt crowded in a way it hadn’t for weeks. Trays stacked higher. More pens moving at once. I stayed on the main table with her, logging times and watching the slides under the scope. One of the mixes from yesterday had held its small change overnight. That was something. Not enough to celebrate, but enough to keep the flat feeling of a full dead end from settling in. Jordan showed up just after the first break. He stood near the door until Grace waved him in and pointed him at a stack of unlabeled trays that needed sorting and logging by code. He didn’t talk much. He just put his head down and worked, careful with the glass and the labels. Sarah and Camille had morning drills, so it was the lab group and the quiet sounds of pens, glassware, and the low hum of the equipment. Around midday, one of the new mixes reacted differently under the scop

CAMILLE’S POVThe afternoon block got cancelled without much of an explanation. One of the instructors just told us to hold where we were and wait. We stood around on the field for about twenty minutes while the usual noise of drills died off. Then the same guy came back and said we were being sent to move supplies from the main storage over to the smaller buildings near the southern edge. Nobody called it preparation. We just got handed lists and started walking.I ended up with Sarah and two others from the morning group. The crates were medical stuff—bandages, suture kits, pain relief, clotting agents. The kind of things you need when people come back hurt, and the infirmary is either too far or already full. The labels were printed in plain black letters on the sides. We took them two at a time when the path allowed it, one each when it got narrow or the ground turned uneven. The walk was longer than the routes we normally used for training. Dust came up around our boots with ever

LILLIANA’S POVGrace had the delivery tests started before I arrived. The lab smelled sharper than usual—a mix of the familiar cleaners and whatever new compounds they were using as potential carriers. Jordan was already at the side table with a tray of measured components and a stack of fresh labels. He looked up once when I came in, then went back to the work without needing direction.“Morning,” Grace said. She didn’t look up from the notes spread in front of her. “The ratio from yesterday is still stable through the overnight check. We’re trying three different carriers today. One of them is looking less hostile to the silver piece so far, but it’s early.”I washed my hands at the sink, gloved up, and took the station she’d left open for me. The work was finer than the previous days—smaller volumes, tighter timing between steps, more notes per action so that any failure could be traced. Time moved in the intervals between the timers instead of by the clock on the wall above the do

KILLIAN’S POVI left the lab wing and went straight to the map room. Clarke was already there with the latest scout reports spread across the table. Southern lights again. Same pattern as the night before—brief, deliberate, gone before anyone could close the distance or get a clear count. Someone was measuring our response times and how many bodies we were willing to shift south without weakening the other lines.We adjusted the rotations, marked the changes on the map, and drafted the orders for the post commanders. When Clarke left to pass them down the chain, I stayed at the table longer than the work required. The conversation in the hallway kept surfacing no matter how many times I pushed it aside. The way Lilliana had looked at me when I said the word “you.” Steady. A little defiant. Not backing down even when I pressed.My wolf had been restless since. He didn’t understand the restraint I was forcing. To him, the situation was simple—keep her close, keep her safe, stop pretendi

KILLIAN’S POVClarke’s report was short and sharp, delivered while we walked toward the southern command post. Eyes on movement in the tree line—more than the usual brief lights this time. Possible scouts pushing closer to test how fast we responded and how many bodies we committed. I gave the orders to reinforce the nearest posts without overcommitting the reserve units and sent Clarke to coordinate with the section leaders. The whole exchange took less than ten minutes from start to finish. It felt longer.The entire time my mind kept dragging back to the path under the oak scrub. The way Lilliana had looked up at me when I closed the distance. The way she hadn’t stepped away or turned her face. The warmth of her breath in the small space between us and the way her pulse had jumped hard enough that I could sense it. I had been a fraction of a second from kissing her. Clarke’s voice had cut through the moment like cold water over hot metal.I should have been grateful for the interru