Lahat ng Kabanata ng Finding their Luna at an all boys school: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

ELARAMy heart was pounding faster than I could breathe. What had he meant when he said if the principal didn’t act fast then there would be another missing student?What was he hiding from me and why were we running?I didn’t have time to ask Cassidan any questions till he rushed into our dorm room and closed the door with brute force the instant I ran through.My chest was rising and falling with speed. My eyes wide with chaos. “What’s going on cass?” I questioned and only realized there and then that we were alone. My body was not my own, every part of me tingled with something I didn’t understand.He moved past me, going straight to his room to take up some materials that looked unfamiliar. “Cassidan?” I questioned but he was still going front and back. Only when I thought my heart and mind would collapse from the turbulence waves of the pounding questions in my head did I reach out to grip him by the forearm.“What the fuck is going on cass!?” I didn’t stutter. My eyes were ze

CASSIDANElara grabbed my hand the instant the name “Gerald” was mentioned.My gaze cut to her. Then to where she was gripping my hands tightly. I looked back towards Kael and figured the same thing was happening with him.Not once did Elara take her eyes off of the podium and something funny stirred in my gut as I watched her do a stare off with the tall and mysterious guy standing with his hands clasped behind his back and his head bobbing to what the principal was saying.It wasn’t long until the crowd was dismissed and only when Gerald walked off of the stage did Elara let go of our hands.“Are you ok?” I found myself forcing the mind link open to ask but she had apparently blocked the access.I didn’t fight the issue and let her go but the boys must have read my mind because after escorting her to the dorm, we didn’t go inside. Instead we walked straight to the training grounds.“Something’s not right with that new student,” Damon was the first to break the silence and I tried n

ELARA “Don’t move,” Kael said, his tone low and clipped. Gerald froze mid-step. The forest swallowed his breath. Kael’s body angled forward, blocking my view. “You’re out of your sector,” he repeated, voice harder this time. Gerald gave a small apologetic smile. “I said I got separated—” “I heard you,” Kael cut in. “You don’t wander off in drills like this. Not unless you’re trying to get someone killed.” The man blinked, slow and harmless. “You think I wanted to be out here alone?” “I think you wanted something,” Kael said, narrowing his eyes. I stayed a step behind, scanning the trees. The air was too still. No birds. No wind. Just the tension between them like taut wire. “Kael,” I said softly. “Let him talk.” He didn’t look my way. His voice sharpened. “You’re acting like a lost pup, Gerald. Either you’re the worst hunter I’ve ever seen, or you’re pretending.” Gerald’s hand flexed at his side, but his face didn’t change. “You’re reading too much into it.” “I don’t read,”

KAEL The forest was too quiet. That kind of quiet that makes your instincts crawl. Every step we took sounded wrong too loud, too alive. Cass was ahead, scanning the trees. Damon covered the flank. Riven was near Gerald, a little too near. I didn’t like it. My grip tightened around my blade. The air smelled of rot and iron. The kind of scent that meant blood would follow. “Cass,” I murmured. “Something’s off.” He didn’t turn. “I know.” Then it happened. The first rogue hit from above—black blur, claws slashing. Cass spun, cutting it mid-leap. Two more came from the right. Damon fired, arrows finding their mark, but they kept coming, snarling, fast. “Formation!” Cass barked. We fell into rhythm, practiced and clean. Damon covered distance, Cass went for precision. I moved for impact—blade meeting flesh, blood hitting the ground in quick bursts. Riven fought close to me, light on her feet, movements sharper than they had any right to be. She shouldn’t have been that fast, that

DAMON I don’t break under looks. I break under responsibility. His eyes told a story I couldn’t fix with words: choices have consequences, and mercy can be a weapon the enemy uses. So I folded my argument back into my chest and let it die. Silence is a form of consent; I knew I’d given my consent. Cass hauled Gerald up, support in the movement because the boy’s legs were not steady. He stumbled like he’d drunk something bitter. The mark on his arm—like a brand, like burned flesh—still smoked in my mind in a way that logic didn’t want to trace. We started moving. The forest closed ranks again, shadows keeping watch. I fell into place behind Kael, watching for threats with an eye that wanted to see only shape and opportunity. Riven kept her hand on Gerald as if any second he might slip and become nothing at all. We walked in a line of bruises and mud, the world quiet enough to hear breaths. Every crunch under foot sounded like a new threat. I wanted to tell Riven something—anything—