All Chapters of Reborn Luna: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

KeithI glare down at Camille’s offering. Reluctantly, I admit it's a good catch. The Stag is mature and at least weighs 400 pounds. His hand is extended, palm upward, holding a slender ribbon wrapped around a note: a peace gesture or a provocation, I’m not sure which.When the fuck did he have time to write that?The question is ridiculous. What's even more absurd is that I care so much about it. I flex my fist, looking over at Camille again.Logic tells me that’s exactly what it's for, to give them what they want. The drama, the rivalry.I suppose my anger isn't completely lost on me then.But the beast inside me doesn't take this as a well-played act. He only sees competition, another contender looming for Hope.I can't give in all the way, but I can't let the reins loose a littleI lean forward, stepping into my beast’s shadow. Courteous Keith fades, aggression sharpening words before they leave my throat.“I thought I told you to stay away from my female.”Camille’s eyes flash. H

HopeThe wind howls across the forest ridge, lifting the scent of pine and frost into the air. Shadows flicker between the trees as our wolves race through the underbrush, paws striking the earth in a rhythm older than language.The black wolf lops low to the ground, eyes sharp as she tracks the prey around her. Beside her, a red wolf darts through the underbrush with a leaner, faster gait, tongue lolling as she ran, taking joy from the Hunt as well as having a fierce determination to win by taking down the largest game.My wolf is confident as the ground pulse beneath her paws. She matches her sister’s stride. My muscles burn, but in a good way. The wild is alive tonight, and so are we.I glance at Tessa, who shoots me an annoyed look before inclining her head back. I could feel the trail of bodies at our back.Every female shifter who stepped forward to take part in this run was right on our tail. But Tessa and I won't let them shake us. We aren't just here to win, just like we're n

HopeI blink against the blur of gray above me. The sky shifts, spinning. My head pounds so hard it feels like the earth itself is inside my skull, beating. I try to lift my arm, but the movement sends fire through my shoulder. My ankle throbs in rhythm with my heartbeat, sharp and angry.Air burns in my lungs when I drag it in. The world smells of damp dirt and stone, and my mouth tastes of blood.For a moment, I can’t remember why I’m here, sprawled on the cold ground. Then the memory slams back. The two shifters had their snarling grins as they pushed me off the cliffs edge. It vanishes under my feet. The sick drop of air tears past me—then Keith, leaping after me. His body wraps around mine. His weight is crushing down as we hit.I gasp and turn. He’s beside me, naked and motionless, his chest barely moving. Keith.“No,” I whisper, my throat raw. “No, no, no.”I reach for him, ignoring the way my fingers tremble. My shoulder screams in protest, but I don’t care. I touch his arm, h

KiethI wake up with a sense of clarity that I've been craving for days.My hybrid rumbles in my chest content with the proximity to his mate.My body feels lighter, the tension in my muscles easing with every breath. It’s as if the tinctures Elena provided are working in tandem with my body’s natural healing, both methods playing their part.I sit up in bed, stretching my arms, and glance over at Hope, still asleep beside me. Her chest rises and falls with a steady rhythm. The bruises on her face are fading, and I can already see the color returning to her cheeks.I can’t help but smile.I thought I lost her when I saw her body go over that ridge and I was prepared to go with her.Thankfully, that wasn't the way it panned out.Now, with every passing minute, the weight of that fear lifts a little more.She stirs beside me, her eyes fluttering open. When she sees me watching her, she gives me that soft, sleepy smile that still does something to my chest.“Morning,” she says, her voice

HopeThe door closes behind us with a soft click. I glance at Keith, who’s already tossing his jacket over the chair. Elena is behind us, holding a trey with two small cups on top of it.“Take a seat on the edge of the bed,” she says, softer than I mean to. “Then you're going to drink this tincture and lay back. You should fall asleep rather quickly.”Keith watches me for a beat, then nods and pulls back the covers. We settle into the bed, neither of us really relaxed, bodies too tense with what we both feel pressing in around us.“Are you ready for this?” I say, holding up the glass vial she handed me earlier.Keith raises an eyebrow. “I think I’ve been ready since you first admitted what you knew about our possible future?”“This time we’ll do it together.”He sighs, holds out his hand. “Then let’s drink.”We clink the glass vials together like it’s a toast. I down mine. Bitter. Keith makes a face. “ Bitter moon, what is this?”But I don’t answer. The world tilts. The drink takes ef