All Chapters of The Broken Luna Returns: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

My blood turned to ice hearing what he said. His hand reached out and gripped my wrist, not hard, but firm. He gently pulled me behind him, scanning the trees with sharp focus. “There’s more than one,” he muttered. “Go back. Now.” “What? No. I’m not leaving you—” “Ivy, listen to me—” he hissed, but it was too late. The first rogue lunged from out of nowhere. Elijah shoved me aside and met the rogue mid-air. I scrambled to my feet just as more rogues darted between the trees. One…two…Eight! There were eight rogues! We were outnumbered. I looked at Elijah and he was swiftly fending off the rogues attacking him. I focused my gaze on the others and launched myself into the fray. I ducked under a swipe, and sliced a blade across a rogue’s thigh sending him to the ground. Two others tried to corner me but I nimbly jumped in the air and got out two dagger knives wrapped around my waist and skillfully threw it on them, hitting their necks sending them instant death. Pa

I walked towards him, watching him wipe the sweat off his face. “Is there anything I can do for you?” He asked. “No it’s just I…” “Hmm?” He raised a brow at me. Why can’t I say anything? Damn it! I’m looking like a complete fool out here. “I just… I…I wanted to thank you!” It came loudly than expected which took him a back from the way he gawked at me. “For yesterday, I mean…You saved me. Thank you.” He didn’t say anything at first. He just looked down at the ground before nodding. “No need to thank me. I just did what anyone else would’ve done at that moment.” "Still," I said, my voice quieter, "thank you." His gaze finally met mine again. It was softer now, gentler. “Are you okay?" I nodded with a sheepish smile. "Yeah. The pack doctor tended to me last night.” “Good. I was worried.” He was? I stood in silence for a beat. I let out a slow breath and then when my eyes were busy scanning him. I noticed it, his upper shoulder had a little scratch on it.

(Ivy’s POV) The sun hadn’t fully risen yet, but everyone was already busy loading their bags on the car. We were set to leave at noon. I stood on the porch, my fingers fidgeting, watching Ronan check the car again while muttering to himself. “What the actual HELL are you bringing?!” Jace’s voice sliced through the morning peace like a chainsaw. He pointed accusingly at Celina, who stood with her arms crossed beside her three enormous suitcases, looking vaguely proud of her monstrous packing. Celina blinked at him, momentarily stunned by the outburst. Then her eyes narrowed like a predator locking onto its prey. “Did you just raise your voice at me, you idiot?!” “I—I mean—do you really need all this stuff?” Jace stammered, backing up. “We’re not migrating. We can come back and—” “Oh, please,” Celina rolled her eyes. “You’re a man. You pack like, what? One crusty T-shirt and a toothbrush you’ll ‘borrow’ from someone else?” “That’s not true!” Jace protested. “I pack toothpaste to

(Gabriel’s POV) So much had changed. Too much, honestly. Sometimes it still felt like I was waking up from a dream and stepping into a completely different world. Especially after Ivy was gone. I never imagined things would spiral like this. One second we were teenagers living in that small bubble of pack life. And then in what felt like a blink of an eye, everything cracked open and we’re suddenly plunged into an entirely different world. And to make matters worse, we found out that it was Connor’s father who was the traitor all along. I still couldn’t wrap my head around it. All this time, he had been smiling at our Alpha, eating at the same table, standing guard at the borders. And he was the one who let the enemies in years ago! Out of jealousy. Out of hatred. Because Alpha Grey had everything he didn’t. It was stupid! He was stupid! How can he do that to us?! Ivy’s parents. Our beloved Luna and many other innocent lives were taken because of his betrayal! We found out th

(Ryker’s POV)Pain.A dull, throbbing ache pulsed through my skull like a relentless drumbeat from hell. I groaned, blinking against the dim room as my consciousness slowly returned.I tried hard to flutter my eyes open, but every movement felt like dragging myself through wet cement.When I finally managed to open them, the white ceiling greeted me along with a faint, lingering scent of herbs.Where the hell am I…“Look who finally decided to wake up,” a dry voice said.I turned my head—well, tried to—but my neck protested sharply. Gabriel was lounging in the chair by the window, casually scrolling through his phone.His tone was the same as ever, but behind his tired eyes flickered a trace of concern.I sat up slowly, my head pounding, the metallic taste of iron on my tongue. “What happened?” My voice came out hoarse, like I’d been chewing gravel.I tried to move, but every part of my body screamed in pain. What the hell had happened? How did I end up like this?Gabriel didn’t even