Lahat ng Kabanata ng Dragon Born Luna : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 5

Weeks before the chimney climbWolfsbane oil burns like liquid fire under my sleeves.It clings to my skin in invisible streaks, stinging every shallow cut I’ve earned from the thorns on the forest path. A price worth paying. It masks my scent—for now. Later, it will be a beacon when the sweat thins it out.I adjust the scratchy wool scarf around my neck—too heavy for early autumn, but necessary to hide the scars. The fabric rubs against my throat like judgment. The gates loom ahead, black marble threaded with veins of silver that catch the moonlight just right to make the snarling wolf carvings seem alive.They aren’t just warning signs. They’re promises.“Remember,” Nana Fiona’s voice whispers in my memory as I take the first step forward. Her calloused fingers had gripped my chin that final morning, her breath smelling of bitter tea and fear. “You are Mira now. Close enough to answer to without hesitation. Different enough to keep breathing.”I can still feel the ghost of her touch

They say a dragon’s heart beats louder when it senses a threat. I wonder if the wolves can hear mine since it hasn’t stopped thundering since dawn.The scent of lemon oil and vinegar clung to the walls like sweat. Steam curled from the hearth, mingling with the nervous breath of overworked hands. Every chopping board gleamed, every pot sparkled, and the floor had been mopped so many times it was nearly slick with panic.The kitchen was too clean. The kind of clean people chased when they feared blood would be the next thing staining the tiles.Marga prowled the room with her cleaver drawn—not for chopping. No one dared touch a blade unless she told them to. That knife was her voice, and her silence? A sentence.“You!” she barked at a shivering apprentice blanching asparagus. “The Beta likes his meat rare.If I see one overcooked cut, you’ll wear it as an apron. Understand?”“Y-yes, ma’am!” the girl squeaked.Marga moved on like a brewing storm. Her eyes caught everything. Crooked spic