All Chapters of Dragon Born Luna : Chapter 31 - Chapter 36

Kiara The corridor was narrow and silent, the kind of silence that pressed against your eardrums like a physical weight. Cold seeped through the stones beneath my bare feet, the chill crawling up my legs as I moved deeper into the darkness. I told myself I wasn't supposed to be here. That I should turn back. But something pulled me forward, an invisible thread tugging at my ribs with every step. The walls were made of thick stone, the kind quarried from deep underground, older than the palace above. Unlike the rest of the castle with its polished marble and etched gold, this place wasn’t meant to be seen. It was for secrets. For hiding things that couldn’t survive the light. I should have turned around when I realized I didn’t recognize the path. But I kept moving, one step at a time, hand brushing the wall to keep my balance in the dark. It wasn’t until the hallway began to slope slightly downward that I saw the door. It was out of place. Too clean. Heavy oak with frosted gl

Kiara Consciousness returned like an unwelcome guest - first as a dull throbbing behind my eyes, then as the bitter taste of bile at the back of my throat. I lay perfectly still, taking inventory of my body the way I had been taught while I was at the Alpha's war camp. Toes? Could wiggle. Fingers? Stiff but functional. Ribs? Ached with each shallow breath, but nothing felt broken. The cold came next - not the crisp chill of morning, but the deep, damp cold of earth that never saw sunlight. It seeped through my clothes, pressed against the bare skin where my tunic had ridden up during the fall. My left cheek rested in something wet and vaguely metallic-smelling. Blood, probably. Mine or someone else's, I couldn't tell yet. Then the silence. Not peaceful. Not natural. The kind of silence that comes when the forest itself holds its breath, when even the insects stop their buzzing to witness something terrible. I didn't open my eyes. Beside me, Cressa's breathing was so shallow

Kiara My legs were numb. Every breath I took sent a dull ache through my ribs. Dried blood cracked on my forearm, and mud had crusted over my boots and knees. My hair had come loose from its braid, tangling in damp strands across my face and neck, half-soaked from the river we'd crossed earlier. Everything hurt. Even blinking felt like a chore. The door to my chamber groaned open as I stumbled inside. Cold air collided with warm steam. A bath had been drawn in the marble tub carved into the corner of the room, steam curling like fingers into the dim air. The scent of clove and lavender wrapped around me, heady and comforting. Ryden must have sent someone ahead. Of course he had. He really didn't know how to take a hint. The door slammed shut behind me, rattling the hinges. I didn’t bother locking it. What was the point? If they wanted to find me, they would. They always did. Each step toward the washbasin sent sharp, splintering pain through my side. My sleeping dress clung