All Chapters of Finding their Luna at an all boys school: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

KAELI couldn’t shake the image of him crumpling, couldn’t erase the sound of his body hitting the ground like his fire had finally gone out. Riven wasn’t supposed to break, not like that. He was supposed to fight until his lungs burned and his bones splintered, supposed to snarl back no matter how badly life tore at him. Watching him faint had gnawed at me in ways I couldn’t put words to, and the more I thought about it, the more it sank claws into my skull.I wanted to know who had done it. Who had slipped past our watch, past our instincts, and managed to sink their teeth into him without us noticing. Trouble had always clung to me like a shadow—blood, curses, whispered threats—they all followed in my wake. But this wasn’t about me, not this time. This was about him. And I wasn’t going to rest until I found out what game was being played and why he had become the board.The first piece slid into place almost by accident. Another student fell sick two days later, writhing with fever

RIVENThe moment Kael lunged, the air cracked with violence. One heartbeat I was pinned, my body paralyzed, the next I saw his shadow cut across the faint light of the dorm as he collided with the intruder.There was a grunt, low and vicious, followed by the crash of a chair splintering. My eyes darted wildly though my body refused to move, every sound amplified—Kael’s growl, the scrape of boots across wood, the hiss of steel flashing in the dark.“Wake up!” Kael’s roar thundered through the room. Damon jolted upright, Cassidan already reaching for the blade hidden beneath his mattress.But I couldn’t move. I was frozen, helpless, a useless weight on the couch as Kael fought in the shadows.The attacker was fast, unnaturally fast, their movements blurring with an edge that didn’t belong to ordinary men. Kael managed to catch them once, his blade slicing across cloth and skin, and I heard a sharp hiss of pain. For one glorious second, I thought he had them. But then—the body dissolved.

KAEL“You know what? Fuck it. I’m done trying to pry answers out of shadows. I’m following that piece of shit.”Riven’s hoarse voice cut in before Damon could speak. “You think you’re the only one who bled for this? Sit your ass down, Ardent. You’re not running off while I’m still here choking on the aftermath.”I turned slowly, meeting his glare. He looked like hell—sweat beading at his temple, chest still heaving from the poison—but his eyes burned, daring me to try and shove him back into silence.“You can barely stand,” I said, words sharp and deliberate. “If you followed me, you’d trip over your own feet before you ever caught up. You’re baggage, Riven. Dead weight.”His lips curled, weak but defiant. “Better dead weight than a reckless fool running blind.”I crouched, close enough he could see the fury burning in my jaw. “Reckless gets results. Sitting here arguing? That’s how we bury the next one.”Damon stepped in, voice breaking. “Next one? You’re out of your mind. We don’t e

CASSIDANI stayed behind. Not because Kael told me to, not because Damon thought it was safer, but because something about that tunnel gnawed at me. It wasn’t just the smell of blood, or the way the air thickened like old breath. It was the way Riven reacted—like he’d seen it before.Kael carried him off, Damon trailing, both too tangled in panic to notice the way his words bled out names he shouldn’t know. Father. Timothee. They’re coming for me.I told them I’d cover our tracks. It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the truth either.The torch sputtered in my hand as I pulled the tapestry back again, staring into the throat of the tunnel. The stone breathed cold air over my skin. My wolf bristled, uneasy, and I listened—really listened. Not just for footsteps, but for the whispers buried in stone, the echoes of whoever carved this place open.I stepped inside.The walls pressed close, damp with moss and age. The deeper I walked, the quieter the world became, like even sound refused to ling

RIVENSomething was wrong with the way they looked at me.Not just Kael, who always looked at me like I was an itch he couldn’t scratch, or Damon, whose pity pressed tighter than a bandage. No—it was Cassidan. The weight of his eyes was different. Not furious. Not soft. Just sharp, like a blade pressed flat to my throat, waiting for me to move.I hated it.The dorm smelled of wolf—too many of them packed into one space, their instincts chewing at each other. Kael paced like a caged beast, boots pounding in rhythm with the pulse in my head. Damon sat at my bedside, hand clamped over mine like I was some fragile thing. His thumb brushed circles against my skin. I wanted to jerk away, but I needed him to believe I was still half-broken, still weak.“You should rest,” Damon murmured.My lips twitched. “And listen to Kael stomp holes in the floor all night? Tempting.”Kael spun, eyes narrowing. “You think this is a joke? Last night you nearly died—and you started screaming names you should