All Chapters of Runaway Luna Rider: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Darius's POV "Know your place, Sarah."The words came out as a low growl, barely containing the fury that had been building in my chest since Kiera's midnight visit. Sarah stood before me in my private office, her chin raised defiantly despite the alpha command radiating from every inch of my body."My place?" Her laugh was bitter, sharp-edged. "I've been by your side for five years, Darius. I've raised your…""Don't." The word cracked like a whip, and she took an involuntary step backward. "Don't stand there and lie to both our faces. We both know Marcus isn't mine."The silence that followed was deafening. For a moment, something almost vulnerable flickered across Sarah's features… fear, or the realization that her carefully constructed world might be crumbling.Then her expression hardened back into the mask of righteous indignation she'd worn for years."I don't know what you're talking about," she said, but I could smell the lie on her, could see it in the way her pulse jumped a

Kiera's POV The rumble of unfamiliar engines outside made my blood run cold. These weren't the synchronized throats of Darius's Black Howl machines, nor the familiar growl of Steel Vultures bikes. This was something else entirely different, more aggressive, like predators announcing their arrival.I was in the garage with Eli, teaching him how to identify different engine sounds, when the convoy rolled up to our gates. Through the grimy windows, I could see at least fifteen motorcycles, their riders wearing crimson and black patches that made my wolf recoil instinctively.Crimson Howlers."Mama?" Eli looked up from the wrench he'd been pretending to use on an old carburetor. "Those bikes sound angry."He wasn't wrong. Everything about the new arrivals screamed aggression, from the way they'd arranged themselves in attack formation to the casual way their hands rested near concealed weapons. This wasn't a social visit."Stay here," I told Eli, guiding him toward the back of the garage

Kiera's POV The first explosion shattered every window in the clubhouse and sent me sprawling across the garage floor. My ears rang as debris rained down around me, chunks of concrete and twisted metal that had been part of the compound wall moments before."Eli!" I scrambled to my feet, my enhanced hearing cutting through the chaos to find his heartbeat. There… under the workbench where I'd taught him to hide, curled in a ball with his hands over his ears."I'm okay, Mama!" His voice was shaky but strong. Good boy. Stay low, stay hidden.Outside, the night erupted in gunfire and inhuman roars. Through the smoke and flickering light of spreading flames, I could see crimson and black shapes moving through our compound like deadly shadows. The Crimson Howlers had come calling, and they hadn't bothered with pleasantries."Ghost!" Sable's voice cracked across the chaos as she rolled through the side door, assault rifle in her hands and blood streaming from a cut on her forehead. "They hi

Kiera's POV The silence that followed was deafening. Around us, both groups of supernatural predators and human outlaws waited to see which way this confrontation would break.Finally, Darius nodded slowly, something that looked like resignation settling over his features."I can't force you to come home," he said quietly. "But I can't protect you from a distance all the time. Magnus will be back, and when he comes, he won't make the same mistakes twice.""Then we'll be ready.""Will you?" His voice carried genuine concern now, the alpha mask slipping to reveal the man underneath. "Will you really be ready to watch more of them die? To explain to our son why the humans he calls family keep disappearing?"That hit deeper than any threat could have. Because he was right. Tonight had been a second proof of how fragile human allies were against supernatural enemies. How much blood could I accept on my hands before the cost became too high?"That's my choice to make," I said finally. "Min

Kiera's POVOne Month Later "What the hell is this supposed to mean?"Jack's gravelly voice carried barely contained rage as he slammed the blood-stained paper onto the makeshift conference table. The letter had arrived three hours ago, delivered by a dead Crimson Howler scout who'd been found hanging from our radio antenna like a grotesque wind chime.The message was simple, direct, and terrifying: ‘The Hidden Luna will bow or burn. Her bastard son will serve one way or another. Seven nights remain.’ ~MagnusI stared at the red-brown stains marking the edges of the paper, trying not to think about whose blood Magnus had used to seal his ultimatum. Seven nights. Seven days to prepare for whatever nightmare he was planning."It means we're out of time," I said quietly, though my wolf snarled inside my chest at Magnus's choice of words. ‘Bastard son.’ As if Eli's legitimacy could be questioned when his bloodline ran truer than any pure-bred pack heir's."This came to us too," Thomas sa