Semua Bab Shadowed Heir: A Luna's Rebellion: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The moon hung heavy and golden over the Blackpine Woods, its light filtering through the tangled canopy to dapple the forest floor. Mira crouched low among the ferns, her heart thudding in her chest as she watched the rest of the pack gather in the clearing. The air was thick with the scent of earth and pine, and beneath it, the musky, electric tang of werewolf—her family, her prison.She was a striking figure, even hidden in shadow. Dark hair tumbled in loose waves down her back, framing a face both delicate and defiant. Her stormy eyes, wide and searching, held the memory of too many losses for someone so young. She had arrived at Blackpine as a baby, swaddled in a threadbare blanket and left at the edge of the woods—an orphan with no name, no family, and no past. The elders had taken her in out of pity, offering her shelter when she had nowhere else to go. Even now, with every glance and whispered word, Mira felt the weight of her outsider status—always the charity case, never quit

Mira’s breath caught as Lucian’s arms encircled her, pulling her gently against his chest. The warmth of his body seeped through her thin sweater, igniting a fire beneath her skin. She pressed her cheek to his shoulder, closing her eyes as the world faded around them. For a moment, she allowed herself to forget the rules, the watchful eyes, and the consequences.Lucian’s hand traced slow circles along her back, his touch both soothing and electric. “You make it hard to be the Alpha,” he murmured, his lips brushing the top of her head. “You make me want things I shouldn’t.”A small, trembling laugh escaped her. “I could say the same about you.”He tipped her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. The moonlight turned his eyes molten gold, full of longing and conflict. “If anyone finds out—”“They won’t,” Mira whispered, her voice fierce. “I won’t let them.”For a heartbeat, Lucian seemed to war with himself. Then, with a low growl, he closed the distance between them, capturing her lip

The next morning dawned with a restless wind, carrying the scent of change. Mira awoke with Lucian’s warmth still lingering on her skin, her body thrumming with memory and anticipation. She sensed, even before she opened her eyes, that nothing would ever be the same again.The pack’s routines unfolded as usual, but a subtle tension hung in the air. The elders moved through the village with sharp eyes and hushed voices, glancing at the woods as if expecting something to emerge from the shadows. Mira kept her head down, helping Anya with chores, but her nerves were raw. She couldn’t shake the sensation that the world itself was holding its breath.Lucian was summoned to his father’s cabin before midday. The Alpha Elder stood by the hearth, arms crossed, his expression thunderous. Lucian entered, closing the door behind him, and braced himself.“Sit,” his father commanded, voice clipped.Lucian obeyed, jaw set. The silence stretched, broken only by the crackle of the fire.The Alpha Elde

The clearing was thick with anticipation as the pack assembled beneath the silver gaze of the moon. Every wolf, young and old, pressed in close, their eyes shining with excitement, curiosity, and—on some faces—barely disguised envy. Mira stood on the outskirts, her heart a wild, fluttering thing in her chest. She searched Lucian’s face for a sign, a secret message just for her. But his expression was unreadable—every inch the Alpha, his jaw set, his eyes fixed on the elders.The council’s eldest, her voice brittle as old bark, called out, “Alpha Lucian, it is time. Who do you choose as your mate and Luna?”A hush fell. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath. Mira’s breath caught, hope and dread warring inside her. She pressed a trembling hand to her chest, willing herself to be brave, to believe that the secret moments she and Lucian had shared would mean something here, in the open, before the pack.Lucian’s gaze swept the crowd, pausing on Mira for only a fleeting second—no warmth,

The morning sun cast long shadows across the village as the pack began to stir. The air was crisp with autumn's promise, carrying the scent of woodsmoke and drying leaves. It should have been a peaceful dawn, but something felt wrong in the very fabric of the morning.It was Anya who first noticed the emptiness. She had awakened early, expecting to find Mira already up and tending to the fire. Instead, she found Mira's bed cold and undisturbed, her few possessions gone. Panic fluttered in Anya's chest as she searched the cabin, calling Mira's name in desperate whispers.She found the note tucked beneath her pillow, her hands trembling as she unfolded the bark paper. The words were few but heavy with finality: I have to go. Please understand. Thank you for everything. Don't look for me."She's gone," Anya whispered, then louder, her voice cracking with panic. "Mira's gone!"The cry echoed through the cabins, rousing wolves from their sleep. Within minutes, the entire pack had gathered