Semua Bab Loner for Luna: Bab 1 - Bab 8

PrueMoving is the only stable thing I've ever known.Everything else was ever-changing—town names, houses, my room, wall colors, bed size, mattress softness, neighbors, classmates, teachers, friends.But the more we moved, the more everything started to feel the same—like some kind of multiverse. You think you’re changing towns, but it’s always the same: same stores, same cafés, same grumpy and cheerful neighbors, same tired, chatty cashiers.You think you're changing schools, but the pattern never changes—some teachers are awesome and friendly, some are strict, some are grumpy, and some should never have become teachers in the first place.And classmates? Same old story—jocks and cheerleaders ruled the place, there were always the bi.tches and as.sholes, the nerds, the quiet ones, the bullied ones, the arrogant ones, and the middle ground that just floated through the years."Sweetheart, let’s try to stay in this town for at least one year. What do you think? Can you do that?"My da

PrueAs the bell rings, I pop in my wireless earbud and hit play on the last podcast I was halfway through – some gem about how decision fatigue is basically ruining your life without you knowing. Fun stuff.I’m always listening to something – neuroscience, psychology, human behavior, tech, science, AI, philosophy, spirituality, how to live forever, why you’ll never be happy even if you do, yada yada. Basically, anything that makes me smarter and gives me the illusion I’m not wasting my life scrolling like a zombie. I know – I’m obsessed. But knowledge is my addiction and these podcasts are cra.ck. Enlightened cra.ck.Of course, I’ve already listened to multiple podcasts on why wireless earbuds are frying my brain with radiation, cooking my neural tissue like microwave lasagna. And yeah, it freaked me out for a hot minute. That’s why I only wear them in public and switch to wired ones at home. Tangled wires? Too messy for my social image. In that way, I’m not slowly becoming an irradi

PrueI nudged Rose with my elbow as I balanced my tray of food.“My girls are over there,” I said, gesturing with my chin toward the far table.“Come on.”She followed, her steps a little hesitant, eyes flicking nervously toward the two girls already seated. I didn’t blame her – facing a new group is like walking into a live comedy show where you’re not sure if you’re the guest or the punchline.“Yo! Heads up – new girl joining our heartwarming little cult,” I announced, dropping my tray onto the table with a dramatic shuffle and plopping into the seat like I owned it.Kate and Christina looked up mid-bite. Both gave Rose a once-over. Kate’s face shifted into her usual unimpressed expression – eyebrow arched, lips pursed, chewing like she had just bitten into a lemon. Rose, bless her heart, squeaked out a soft, almost apologetic, “Hi.”“Don’t be so antisocial, Kate,” I scolded, though there was no real heat in my voice.“You took me in with zero interrogation just a few weeks back, re

PrueSweat trickled down my forehead, slipping along the bridge of my nose and tickling it annoyingly. I wiped it off with the back of my hand, already breathless and hot from sparring with Dad for what felt like an hour, at least.He still overpowered me. Every time.I hated that even in the werewolf world – just like the human one – males always seemed to have the advantage in brute strength. Even when the girl was faster, smarter, and ten times more determined. But male muscles always grew bigger and stronger. So unfair.I relied on my speed and sharp observation to keep up with him, watching every twitch in his muscles, every breath, every step. I wanted to learn to anticipate his moves, counter with precision. But the smug old man had learned to fake his intentions, throwing out decoy steps, false punches, and misleading feints. Besides, sometimes it was fake, sometimes it was real – and there was no logical pattern to it. Just pure randomness. So every move he made was a puzzle