All Chapters of Runaway Luna Rider: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Kiera’s POV The Luna ceremony began at sunset, exactly as tradition demanded. The entire pack gathered in the ceremonial grounds, hundreds of wolves forming a circle around the raised platform where the ritual would take place.I wore traditional ceremonial robes, white and flowing, embroidered with symbols that represented the Luna’s role as protector and nurturer of the pack. The artifact was hidden beneath the fabric, its presence a comforting weight against my chest.Eli stood proudly beside Darius at the platform’s edge, his small body practically vibrating with excitement. He’d been talking about this ceremony for days, asking endless questions about what would happen.I walked the ceremonial path from the pack house to the platform, each step measured and deliberate. Pack members lined both sides, their faces showing respect and hope. Some I recognized from years ago, others were newer members who’d only heard stories about me.The Steel Vultures stood among the crowd, Jack gi

Kiera’s POV I leaped from the platform as the territory descended into chaos around us. The ceremonial robes tore away as I moved, no longer important or necessary.Warriors rushed toward the eastern breach, their bodies shifting mid-run into wolf forms. Civilians fled toward the underground shelters, parents carrying children and helping elders move faster.I spotted Eli being ushered away by Thomas and two guards, heading toward the safest shelter beneath the pack house. Relief flooded through me momentarily. He was protected, surrounded by capable wolves who would die before letting harm reach him.But that relief was brief. The explosions continued, coordinated and precise. This wasn’t random violence. This was planned, calculated, deadly.I shifted into my wolf form, feeling the transformation sweep through me. The artifact merged with my fur in glowing patterns, silver light tracing across my white coat. The power it gave me surged, stronger than during my fight with Zeus.I ra

Kiera’s POV I reached the shelter entrance just as the assassins broke through the outer defenses. Two guards lay dead or dying, their bodies crumpled near the doorway.I didn’t hesitate. I tore into the assassins with savage fury, the artifact amplifying my strength beyond anything I’d felt before. I was a white blur of claws and teeth, a mother protecting her child from threats that wanted to harm him.The first assassin went down before he even registered my presence. My jaws closed around his throat and I felt his life end with brutality.The second turned to face me, managing to block my initial strike. He was skilled, trained specifically for combat against wolves. But he wasn’t prepared for the artifact’s power flowing through me.I struck again, faster than he could follow. My claws opened his chest, blood spraying across the shelter’s stone walls.Three more assassins emerged from the breach. They’d been behind the first two, providing backup.Thomas appeared with shelter gu

Kiera’s POV I experienced death. Or something very close to it.The pain from the silver poisoning faded suddenly, replaced by nothing. No sensation, sound, or physical feeling at all. Just absence.I found myself standing in a grey void that stretched endlessly in all directions. No up or down, landmarks, or sense of space or time. Just grey nothingness that somehow felt peaceful rather than frightening.A figure materialized before me. The witch from Stormclaw, Zeus’s grandmother. But she looked different here. Younger, stronger, radiating power that had been hidden by her physical imprisonment.“Hello, child,” she said, her voice echoing strangely in the void.“Am I dead?” I asked.“You’re in the space between life and death,” the witch explained. “Where the artifact makes its final decision about your worthiness. It brought you here deliberately, giving you a choice rather than simply taking you.”I looked around the grey void. “What choice?”“Whether to return to life and accep

Kiera’s POV I tracked Lucien through the forest, the artifact guiding me with certainty I’d never experienced before. Every sense was heightened, every instinct sharp. I knew exactly where he was, where he was going, what he was feeling.The ruins of the old Blackhowl cathedral loomed ahead, illuminated by moonlight filtering through broken stone arches. The building had been abandoned for decades after a fire during a territory war. Now it stood as a monument to past violence, a place heavy with pack history and death.Lucien waited in the center of the cathedral’s remains, standing among the bodies of his own assassins. Five wolves lay dead around him, their throats torn out or chests ripped open. He’d killed them himself for failing their missions.“I wondered when you’d arrive,” Lucien said as I approached. His scarred face was barely visible in the shadows. “The new Guardian. How does it feel to be chosen by ancient magic?”I shifted to human form, unconcerned about vulnerabilit