All Chapters of Runaway Luna Rider: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Darius's POV The world had narrowed to just the two of us… me and Magnus, both in full wolf form, both calculating the exact moment to strike. My muscles coiled like springs, ready to tear into him the second he gave me an opening. His pale wolf eyes held the same murderous intent, the same readiness to end this conflict in blood.The air between us practically vibrated with accumulated rage, ten years of rivalry and hatred compressed into this single moment. Behind me, my pack held their forms, waiting for my signal. Behind Magnus, his forces mirrored the stance, creating a powder keg that needed only the smallest spark to explode.Then the roar of engines shattered the standoff.They came from the north, a massive convoy moving with military precision, their headlights cutting through the darkness like searchlights. But these weren't ordinary motorcycles, and the riders weren't ordinary wolves. Even before they came to a synchronized stop that made the ground tremble, I recognized

Darius's POV The ride back felt endless. Every mile stretched like hours, the road unwinding beneath my tires while my mind replayed Magnus's parting words and the Council's dismissal. Behind me, my pack followed in tight formation, their engines creating a wall of sound that couldn't quite drown out my thoughts.I'd defied the Council. Questioned their authority in a way that would have consequences. But none of that mattered if I couldn't find Eli, couldn't bring him home before whatever forces held him decided he was more valuable dead than alive.The scent of my territory hit me before the compound came into view… home, pack, the familiar markers that should have brought relief. But underneath the expected smells, something else carried on the wind. Fear. Panic. The acrid scent of crisis.I gunned the engine, pulling ahead of my pack, and the scene that greeted me sent ice through my veins.Chaos. Pack members rushing in and out of the main hall, their faces tight with tension. H

Kiera's POV The gates opened without resistance, the guards too shocked by my appearance to follow protocol. I must have looked like death walking, pale, trembling, eyes that flickered gold at random, but I didn't care. Their stares meant nothing. Their whispers fell on ears that could only hear my son's voice calling for me in the dark.The compound stretched before me, but pack territory had a way of staying frozen in time. The same stone buildings, the same carefully maintained grounds, the same sense of organized power that had once felt like safety and now felt like mockery.Life continued here. That was what struck me hardest as I walked deeper into territory. Warriors trained in the practice yard, their movements fluid and practiced. Elders gathered near the main hall, their voices carrying the tone of political discussion. Workers moved through the courtyard with purpose, hauling supplies and making repairs.Normal. Everything was so unbearably normal while my world burned.M

Kiera's POV The miles passed in a blur of asphalt and rage. Wind tore at my face, stinging my eyes until tears streamed back toward my ears, but I didn't slow down. Every second felt like drowning, like suffocating under the weight of Darius's rejection and the ticking clock of my own deterioration. Sable rode beside me for the first hour, throwing worried glances that I pretended not to see. She didn't try to talk, the engine noise would have made conversation impossible anyway, but her presence was a question I couldn't answer. What now? Where do we go? How do we fight an enemy we can't even identify? When we reached the outskirts of what passed for our territory, the abandoned spaces between pack lands where outlaws like us carved out existence, I pulled over. My bike's engine sputtered to silence, and the sudden quiet felt oppressive. Sable stopped beside me, concern written across every line of her face. "Ghost…" "Go home." My voice came out flat, emotionless. The fire burn

Darius's POV The council hall felt wrong the moment I stepped through the doors. Everyone sat too straight, faces too carefully neutral, the kind of practiced composure that came before delivering bad news. I'd been summoned with no explanation, just a terse message that my presence was required immediately.I took my seat at the head of the table, my wolf stirring uneasily beneath my skin. "What's this about?"Before anyone could answer, the door opened again. Lucien walked in, his expression carrying the kind of grim determination that preceded confrontation. My brother, who I'd exposed just days ago, who'd been avoiding me since the revelation about Marcus's true blood."Why is Lucien here?" I looked between my brother and the council members. "This is alpha business."They ignored me completely. Elder Morrigan gestured to an empty chair. "Please sit, Lucien. Repeat for the alpha what you told us."Lucien sat, keeping his eyes fixed on the table rather than meeting my gaze. "I wan