All Chapters of Fated to Ruin the Luna - Crimson Moon Oath: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Lyra's POV“You don’t belong here, Lyra.” The words sliced through the air before I even reached the bonfire circle. To be frank, the voice was familiar and sharp as broken glass: Rowan, son of the Beta, who had made it his life’s mission to remind me I was an outsider in my own pack.I forced my steps steady, even though the eyes of the gathered wolves tracked me like predators. The glow of the fire painted their faces in molten gold and shadow, but the disdain in their stares burned hotter than the flames.“Funny,” I shot back, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “I thought this was a pack celebration, Rowan, or did the invitation say everyone except Lyra Vale?”A few chuckles rippled through the crowd, but Rowan bared his teeth as he stepped closer to me. “See, Lyra, your father may be Alpha, but that doesn’t make you one of us. Blood doesn’t change what you are.”My fists clenched at my sides as I boiled. I wanted to snarl back, to rake my nails across his smug face, but I swallowed t

Lyra’s POV“Stay back, or I will tear out your throat!” The words ripped from me, half-growl and half-scream. My throat burned with the sound, my voice no longer fully human. The pack’s shadows lunged at me, teeth flashing in the torchlight. Instinct, raw and savage, twisted through my veins. I slashed out, claws carving through the air and wolves scattered back with yelps.The world was chaos, roars and howls and the crack of bones shifting as warriors half-turned into beasts. My heart thundered in my hollow chest, pounding so violently that it felt like it would split me open.I had to run before they tore me apart or before I tore them apart.My body reacted before my mind caught up. My legs bent and I sprang, claws tearing into the earth as I darted through the ring of bodies. Snarls chased me as I plunged into the forest, the shadows swallowing me whole. Branches whipped at my face, while thorns cut into my skin, but none of it slowed me. My monstrous body was stronger and faster

Lyra’s POV“Don’t move, Lyra… It’s watching you.”Kael’s voice was low, almost drowned out by the storm of growls around us, but I heard it. Felt it. His words crawled under my skin, heavier than the moonlight.My eyes were locked on the thing that had peeled itself from me, my shadow come alive. The Hollow Wolf.It circled slowly, its body made of smoke and hunger, each step leaving the earth blackened beneath its paws. Its white eyes cut through the clearing like knives. It looked at me, not at Kael, not at my father, not at the Elders. Only me.My chest heaved as its lips peeled back into a grin that wasn’t a grin, its jaw stretching too wide, teeth glinting like shards of bone. My blood turned to ice.The pack backed away, pressing together in a circle that looked more like a cage. Some were half-shifted, their claws scraping the earth. Others whispered prayers under their breath.The Elder raised her staff, her voice hard as stone. “The prophecy is awake. The Hollow Wolf walks. T

Eira’s POV"I never wanted you to find out this way, Lyra…"The words stayed in my throat, unspoken and burning, while the world fell apart around me. The clearing was no longer a trial ground, but it was a battlefield. The Hollow Wolf tore through the circle like a storm made of teeth and fire.Warriors screamed as claws shredded flesh and even Alphas staggered back in fear. The Blood Moon burned overhead, crimson light dripping down like poison and Lyra... my Lyra... lay crumpled in Kael’s arms, pale and shaking, her eyes flickering between human amber and that terrible white glow.Her gaze locked on me and I swear I felt her trust snap like glass under a hammer. Her eyes said it all: You knew. So gods help me. She was right and I had known for years. The weight of secrets in my past.When I was twelve, the coven marked me. I remember the smell of herbs burning in the Sanctum, the cold stone floor beneath my knees, and the sharp sting of a blade slicing my palm as I swore the blood

Kael’s POV“Don’t you dare die on me, Lyra.”The words left me before I could think, raw and sharp, carried on the growl in my throat. They didn’t sound like the steady voice of the Blackthorn heir I had trained to be. They sounded like the voice of a man standing at the edge of ruin.She writhed in the dirt before me, her body breaking against itself, as though her bones were being shattered and remade a hundred times in the space of a breath. Claws dug trenches into the ground, splintering roots and carving the earth open. Her scream tore through the clearing and echoed through the forest, too wild and too hollow. It didn’t sound like Lyra anymore. It sounded like something older and darker. I knew what it was.The Hollow Wolf, the monster I had been raised to kill. The shadow whispered about in Blackthorn halls, the curse my father’s bloodline was chained to destroy.I should have struck her down. I should have ended it then, before the thing inside her took full form. My blade was