All Chapters of Runaway Luna Rider: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Kiera's POV The Harley's engine died with a final sputtering cough, leaving me in silence so complete it felt like the world had stopped breathing. I'd ridden north for three hours, following coordinates I'd memorized years ago when I'd first heard whispers of the old territory. Now, standing at the edge of where asphalt gave way to ancient forest, I understood why most wolves avoided this place.The temperature had dropped at least twenty degrees since I'd left the desert. My breath misted in the air despite it being late spring, and frost clung to vegetation that should have been green and thriving. Everything about this forest screamed wrong, the way shadows pooled too thick between trees, the absolute absence of animal sounds, the sensation of invisible eyes tracking my every movement.I hid the bike under a tarp of dead leaves and branches, then checked my weapons one final time. The Glock felt reassuringly solid at my hip, the silver-coated knives familiar weights in my boots.

Kiera's POV The compound was still wrapped in pre-dawn darkness when I finally cut the engine and coasted the last hundred yards on momentum alone. My body ached in exhaustion, yes, but also the bone-deep weariness of someone who'd just sold a piece of their soul and couldn't get the receipt.The safehouse door opened before I could reach it, and Jack stood there backlit by the single lamp we kept burning at night. His weathered face was unreadable in the shadows, but I knew that look. He'd been waiting, probably sitting by that window for hours, ready to sound the alarm if I didn't return by dawn.I crossed the threshold without speaking, and he closed the door behind us with careful silence. The others slept on… I could hear their breathing, the soft snores from Tommy's corner, the whisper of Sable shifting in her bedroll. Only Jack and I existed in this bubble of wakefulness, standing in the center of the room like two people at a funeral.He didn't ask where I'd been. Didn't dema

Darius’s POV The chamber was older than most modern cities, carved from stone that had witnessed centuries of pack politics and blood feuds. Torches lined the walls despite the presence of electric lights… tradition demanded fire, demanded the old ways be honored even when discussing contemporary problems. The seven Elders sat in their high-backed chairs arranged in a semicircle, faces weathered by time and power into masks of ageless authority.I stood in the center of their judgment, alone, and refused to bow."Alpha Kael." The voice belonged to Elder Morrigan, her silver hair falling past her shoulders like a waterfall of moonlight. "You have been summoned to answer for your actions. Or rather, your inaction."The emphasis on the last word carried contempt sharp enough to draw blood. I kept my expression neutral, my wolf locked down tight beneath layers of control that had taken decades to perfect. They wanted a reaction. I wouldn't give them one."Enlighten me," I said, my voice

Kiera's POV The rhythm of hammering metal filled the desert compound from dawn until long past sunset. Three days. That's all we had left, and everyone felt the weight of it pressing down like physical force. The makeshift foundry ran constantly, turning stolen silver into bullets that smelled of hope and desperation in equal measure.I worked alongside Jack at the weapons bench, coating blade edges with wolfsbane solution using gloves thick enough to prevent the poison from touching skin. My hands were steady, but inside I felt like I was coming apart at the seams. Every time I blinked, I saw the Broker's black eyes, heard Tommy's accusation that I kept everyone at arm's length, felt the ghost of Darius's presence like a brand I couldn't shake.Jack didn't speak much anymore. His broken ribs had healed poorly… he moved with a hitch that hadn't been there before, and I caught him wincing when he thought no one was watching. But he kept working, leading by example, kept the others foc

Kiera's POV Cold concrete pressed against my body when awareness returned in fragments. Not that of the road where I'd been hit. Not the forest floor where I'd been hunting. Something harder, smoother, carrying decades of dust and abandonment. My eyes opened slowly, fighting the weight of unconsciousness that still tried to drag me back under. Dim light filtered through broken windows set high in walls that stretched too far to be residential. Industrial. Commercial. The smell gave it away… old motor oil and rust, decades of accumulated grime, the ghost of commerce long dead. An abandoned garage, or a warehouse. Somewhere nobody would look for us. Movement drew my attention. Sable sat against the far wall, her rifle across her lap, watching me with eyes that held exhaustion and something else. Relief, or fear. Tommy stood near the door, keeping guard despite the dried blood crusting one side of his face. Razor Eddie worked on what looked like a makeshift medical station in the co