All Chapters of Runaway Luna Rider: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Kiera’s POVThe moment the woman said my name, the world seemed to stop.My body went cold, like ice flooding through my veins. Every nerve ending screamed danger, but I couldn’t move. Couldn’t react.My wolf didn’t growl. Didn’t fight, or react at all.There was total silence inside me.That silence scared me more than rage would have. When my wolf went quiet like this, it meant the threat was too big to fight. It meant survival required stillness, not violence.I realized with crushing certainty that this woman knowing my real name wasn’t coincidence. She might know exactly why I was here. Might know about the trials, the Council, everything.The woman straightened slowly, as if she hadn’t just dropped a bomb that could destroy everything.Her face was calm now. Almost pleased. Like she’d won something important.She watched me carefully, waiting for a reaction. Waiting to see if I’d panic or deny or break.I forced my face into neutrality. Refused to give her the satisfaction of se

Darius’s POV Thomas and I entered my office with the biker. The door closed behind us with a soft click, and I heard guards taking position outside.I gestured to the chair across from my desk. “Speak freely. No punishment, no consequences.”The biker sat but remained tense. He was visibly nervous, rubbing his palms on his jeans, glancing at the door like he expected someone to burst in and stop him from talking.I noticed the fear immediately. This wasn’t about a small incident or tribal report. This was something bigger.“Two nights ago,” the biker began, his voice uncertain, “I was doing late patrol near the garage area. I noticed a man standing near the bikes.”I leaned forward slightly, giving him my full attention.“He was dressed like one of us,” the biker continued. “Biker jacket, boots, hoodie pulled low. At first glance, nothing seemed suspicious. Magnus’s territory and Blackhowl have mixed territories recently, so I figured maybe he was from another unit.”“What made you s

Darius’s POV All the maids were taken to the underground interrogation hall beneath the pack house.I never imagined I’d use this place for my own people. It was meant for criminals, intruders, enemies who threatened the pack. Not for those who lived under our roof.The hall was exactly as brutal as it needed to be. Stone walls that absorbed screams. Iron rings bolted into the floor and ceiling. Torches that cast shadows that moved like living things. Dim lighting that made everything feel like a nightmare.All the maids were lined up against one wall, hands bound with rope, guarded by armed wolves who watched them with cold eyes.The air was thick with fear. Some maids were crying openly, tears streaming down their faces. Others stood silent in shock, their eyes vacant.I entered carrying Eli’s scent still on me. Blood from where I’d held him. Herbs from the healer’s treatment. The sour smell of poisoned milk.My dominance crushed the room instantly. Several maids collapsed to their

Darius’s POV The hall remained quiet as Sarah left, banging the door behind her. The sound echoed off the stone walls, then faded into nothing.Thomas stepped closer to me. “You should clean yourself before we go see Magnus.”I looked down at my hands, still covered in blood. My clothes were soaked with it. The metallic smell clung to everything.Thomas turned to address the guards and remaining maids who stood frozen against the walls. “Leave. Now.”They fled quickly, one by one, until the hall became clear. Just Thomas and me and the bodies on the floor.Thomas brought a clean towel from somewhere and handed it to me. I took it and began wiping the blood from my hands and arms, though it felt pointless. The stains went deeper than skin.“We need to find the scarred man as soon as possible,” I said, my voice rough. “Unless we do, Eli’s life will remain in danger. They might even track Kiera and do something to her.”Thomas nodded firmly. “We’ll find who he is. I’ve tightened securit

Sarah’s POV My sleep was shallow and fractured, filled with half-dreams that wouldn’t let me rest. Marcus crying in the distance. Darius standing over pools of blood. Eli’s name echoing in mockery, repeated over and over until it became meaningless sound.I woke repeatedly throughout the night, drenched in sweat, convinced someone was watching me. Each time I opened my eyes, the room was empty. But the feeling never left.The pack house at night felt hostile. Not safe. Like the walls themselves had turned against me.I reflected bitterly on Darius choosing Kiera and Eli over everything else, me, Marcus, and the years we’d spent together.I wished again that Eli had died from that poison. The thought didn’t shame me anymore. I was past shame. And I knew with certainty that I wasn’t the only one who wanted him dead. Someone else wanted that child gone, and I liked it.I hated what I’d become. A shadow Luna. Tolerated, not respected. Present but powerless.A sound broke through my thoug