All Chapters of THE BURNT FACE LUNA: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

KYLA'S POV"Look, Kyla, please don't worry about a thing. I'll keep you, our baby, and this pack safe," Tormund said as he circled his arms around my waist from behind.His voice was low and rough. For a moment, I leaned into him, letting the strength of his embrace swallow my doubts. The steady rhythm of his breathing pressed against my back, grounding me even though my heart was restless."I know," I whispered. "There's something important I want to tell you. I had a vi—"Before I could finish, the door swung open."A marking ceremony, Tormund!" a sharp voice exclaimed. His mother's steps faltered when she saw me in his embrace. Tormund let out a small sigh before replying, "Yes, Mother. It was a last-minute thing." He released me reluctantly and walked over to kiss her cheek."Well, you could have sent me a mind-link to let me know. I had to find out from the damn gardener." "Mistress," I greeted softly, bowing out of respect.Tabitha pouted, her eyes sweeping over me with obviou

TORMUND'S POVI was having a meeting in the war room, but for some reason, I couldn't focus on anything other than Kyla. It had been a week since our marking ceremony, and we'd spent almost every night and half the days wrapped up in each other. It was like I couldn't get enough of her. Every time she smiled, it did something strange to my chest. Every time she touched me, I felt my wolf stir with something stronger than lust, something deeper, though I wasn't sure if it was love or just an obsession I couldn't control.Kyla had been glowing lately. I'd been watching her take over the Luna duties from my mother, who wasn't exactly thrilled about it. My mother had always been possessive of her position and skeptical of anyone who tried to take it. But she needed to go join my father in Russia, where Alphas and Lunas went after they retired. It was like a retreat for elder werewolves, a sacred place guarded by the Lycan King himself.At least, that's what the stories said.No one really

THIRD-PERSON POVDerick sighed as he made his way up the Dark Mountain, his boots crunching through frost and gravel. He hadn't done this in eight long years, and his heart was pounding from more than just the climb. The night was quiet except for the hiss of wind through the trees, and the mountain stood high above him like a great black wall, shrouded in mist and shadows.'Could you not breathe so hard? You're irritating me,' his beast, Silas, growled from within his mind.Derick rolled his eyes. 'I'm sorry if my breathing's a pet peeve of yours, but if I recall correctly, the last time we journeyed to see our king, he told us he'd kill us if we ever came back. So forgive me if I'm a little cautious.''I doubt he'd kill his younger brother,' Silas muttered, though even he didn't sound sure.Derick grunted and adjusted the fur cloak around his shoulders. The wind was colder the further up he traveled, but he pushed through until the path evened out near the summit. A faint light glow

KYLA'S POV I used the fork to move around the green peas on my plate. The smell of roasted meat and spiced vegetables filled the dining room, yet I could barely stomach a single bite. I was at my father's again for another one of Claudia's dreadful Family Sunday Dinners. She called them family dinners, but to me, it always felt like a staged play, one where I didn't belong. Tormund was quietly tearing into his food and I could feel anger rolling off of him and his wolf, but I couldn't tell why. My stepmother was deep in conversation with Tabitha, her shrill laughter filling the air, while my father and Morgan shared some inside joke that only seemed to amuse the two of them. I sat silently, pushing peas back and forth, trying not to feel like an outsider in my father's home. "How have you been, Morgan?" my father asked, his voice light with laughter. "You've been gone a long time. You weren't even here for the marking ceremony." I saw Morgan's shoulders tense immediately, an

KYLA'S POV'You need to rest, Kyla,' Gemma warned.But I ignored her and continued pacing back and forth in my bedroom, unable to sleep.I kept replaying the evening in my head, the way Tormund had confronted Claudia and the way his parents had spoken to me with no respect, but none of that hurt as much as what my father had said. That I should have died along with my mother.How could he have said something so cruel to me?'I should have healed my face when I had the chance. Instead I wasted my power on Tormund.''Don't torture yourself like this,' Gemma said. 'Don't lose yourself.''But I already did.'How could I have been such a fool?And furthermore, how could I be so unlucky?There was a time I didn't believed in bad luck. As a child, I thought the Moon Goddess loved me more than most. Every time I laughed, I swore the stars laughed with me. Every time I prayed, I believed my prayers were heard. I thought myself blessed and untouchable.Until the night fate proved me wrong.I wa