Todos los capítulos de Runaway Luna Rider: Capítulo 161 - Capítulo 170

Kiera’s POVI stood alone in my chambers… the Luna’s chambers that had been cleaned and prepared for me weeks ago but that I’d never actually used. Everything was quiet, and peaceful. The kind of peace that felt wrong after so much chaos.The artifact pulsed against my skin, warm and insistent. Since absorbing Lucien’s dark magic and completing the trials, it had changed. Become more demanding, and present.I could feel it now, constantly. Not just the physical weight of it around my neck, but the awareness it brought. Threats brewing in distant territories. Pack tensions simmering on borders I’d never visited. Rogues gathering in neutral zones. Dangers everywhere, all the time, filtering through my consciousness like static I couldn’t turn off.The Guardian bond, the witch had called it. The price of wielding creation’s power.I’d accepted that price willingly. Would accept it again. But I hadn’t truly understood what it meant until now… this constant, exhausting vigilance that never

Kiera’s POV The journey to Stormclaw took most of the day.I rode beside Darius, with Thomas and a contingent of elite warriors surrounding us. The security wasn’t subtle… Zeus would know we came prepared for treachery. But after our last encounter with Stormclaw, nobody was taking chances.The closer we got to Zeus’s territory, the more I noticed changes. The border patrols were still present but less aggressive. The markers were clearly defined but not hostile. Guards watched our approach without immediately bristling for a fight.“It’s different,” Thomas observed quietly. “Stormclaw used to feel like enemy territory from the moment you crossed the border. This feels…”“Calmer,” I finished. “Less threatening.”Darius’s expression was guarded. “Zeus is still dangerous. Changes or not, he nearly killed us both last time.”“I know.” My hand moved unconsciously to the artifact, which pulsed steadily against my skin. “But he also yielded. Recognized my claim. That means something.”“It

Kiera’s POV I stopped telling Darius about the nightmares.After that first night when I nearly killed him, when he saw my eyes go black, I knew I needed to hide how bad things were getting. He was already worried enough. Already watching me with that careful concern that made me feel like a bomb ready to explode.He didn’t need to know that the nightmares came every single night now.Or that they were getting worse.I’d wake gasping, my hands already formed into claws, the taste of violence sharp in my mouth. Sometimes I remembered the dreams—visions of me tearing through the pack, killing everyone I loved while Lucien’s voice laughed in my head. Other times I woke with no memory, just the certainty that something terrible had been happening behind my closed eyes.The whispers started three days after the first incident.I’d be going about normal activities… training with Darius, holding Margaret, reviewing biker reports… and suddenly I’d hear it. Lucien’s voice, clear as if he was

Kiera’s POV The new moon rose over the sacred clearing, bringing darkness so complete it felt like the world had forgotten what light was.I stood in the center of the ritual space, surrounded by protective symbols the witch had drawn in silver and salt. Darius, Magnus, Thomas, and Jack formed a circle around me, guards against any threats. But they couldn’t protect me from what I was about to face.The real danger was inside me.The witch circled the space slowly, chanting in a language I didn’t understand. Power gathered with each word, pressing against my skin like invisible hands. The artifact burned hot against my collarbone, sensing what was coming.“Are you ready?” the witch asked, stopping in front of me with a small vial of dark liquid.“No,” I said honestly. “But I’m doing it anyway.”She smiled slightly. “Honesty is good. It will serve you in there.”She handed me the vial. The potion inside looked like liquified shadow, thick and strong. Just looking at it made my stomach

Kiera’s POV The ritual had drained me in ways I didn’t fully understand. Physically, I was weak… muscles that had always responded instantly now trembled with fatigue after simple tasks. Walking from the bedroom to the Margaret’s room left me breathless. Holding Margaret for more than a few minutes made my arms shake.But mentally, I was clearer than I’d been in months.The constant whispers were gone. Lucien’s voice no longer taunted me from shadows. The artifact no longer burned against my skin, no longer worked overtime to contain corruption that threatened to overflow at any moment.Instead, there was stillness. The darkness was still there… I could feel it, always present like a weight in my chest… but it wasn’t fighting anymore. Wasn’t trying to break free every second of every day.“You need to rest more,” Darius said, catching me as I stumbled on the third day of recovery. “You’re pushing too hard.”“I’m fine.”“You’re exhausted. Your body went through trauma. Give it time to