Lahat ng Kabanata ng Luna of my Ruin: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

I woke with my heart already racing.The bond had chased me through the night, Kael’s eyes, the pull in my chest, the mark heating like a brand each time I whispered two nights. When dawn finally touched the ridge, I hadn’t rested. I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, arm over my eyes, breathing like I’d run up the mountain.I checked my palm. The mark had cooled, but it still glowed faintly if the light hit it right. I pulled my sleeve down and flexed my fingers. The skin there felt too thin, like a secret pressed against glass.The packhouse swelled with morning noise, doors, boots, low voices, the clink of dishes. I left my room and slipped into the hallway. Wolves were everywhere, moving with purpose. Thornridge mornings were always busy with, patrol rotations, kitchen duty, and training schedules. The air smelled like smoke, stew, wet wool, and a hint of antiseptic from the infirmary. It was familiar, safe. It felt like home.Yet, none of it calmed the storm inside me.“Rhe

The hunters’ chapel had sat empty for at least a century.Its roof sagged where the beams had cracked, letting in moonlight through broken gaps. The door leaned on rusted hinges, heavy enough to creak when the wind pushed it. Inside, the floorboards bowed, carved with initials and warnings from wolves and humans long gone. The air smelled like dust, ash, and the faint whispers of old prayers that no one answered anymore.It was the perfect place for secret meetings.I stepped into the clearing with my heart beating too fast. My wolf pressed at my ribs, both restless and afraid. My boots crunched over old snow, the sounds thunderous in the still of the night. My sleeve was tugged low over my palm, but the mark burned anyway, a steady pulse against my skin.He was already there, I could feel his presence.Kael stood at the far end of the chapel, a shadow carved from the dark. His golden eyes found me instantly, sharp and glowing. His coat hung open, revealing the broad strength of his c

The forest wasn’t silent anymore.The chapel walls vibrated with it: snarls carried on the wind, claws raking bark, the heavy thud of paws in snow. Terror hit me hard, it wasn’t just another one or two, there was a pack of rogues coming.Kael’s head turned toward the sound, golden eyes blazing. His wolf was right under his skin, ready to tear anything apart that got close. His voice was low and sharp. “We have to  move. Now.”My pulse slammed against my ribs. “But they sound like thyre coming from every direction, we have to go through them?”“Unless you want to wait here and die, we need to go slow and careful.” he growled.I swallowed hard, glancing at the broken windows, at the shattered door. Shadows moved beyond them, feral shapes, restless, circling. Their growls bled through the dark like knives scraping stone.Kael’s gaze cut back to me. “Stay close.”

He stared for a long beat. Then he flicked his fingers at Lowell and Dane. “You heard her. Get the legs.” He knelt, took the shoulders of the nearest rogue, and dragged. The body slid with a wet scrape. Lowell swallowed and grabbed another. Dane hesitated, then bent too, jaw tight.I grabbed the third rogue by the scruff and pulled. My shoulder screamed; I gritted my teeth and kept moving. Kael’s eyes pressed at my back from the darkness, like a hand between my shoulder blades that wasn’t touching at all. My wolf seethed, unhappy with the distance.We made a grisly line of corpses near the doorway. Blood smeared across the threshold like a bad omen. Bran wiped his hands on his coat and lifted the lantern again, sweeping it along the bodies as if they might tell him a secret if he stared long enough.“Look,” Lowell said, crouching. “What’s that?”On the inside of one rogue’s hind leg, just above t

My father’s office felt colder than the hall.The stone walls raised high, making the room feel smaller than it was and unwelcoming. A scarred desk big enough to anchor a house, sat in the middle of the room and a single oil lamp threw hard light across maps and lists and knives scattered around. The room smelled like pine, ta, r and iron, with the weighing atmosphere of the quiet that comes before a storm.He didn’t sit. He stood behind the desk with his hands on the wood, shoulders squared, eyes on me like a hunter sighting a target.“Start talking.” Alpha Caden said. “I want the whole story.”Kade stepped to my side before I could open my mouth. “I sent Rhea to scout the old ridge line. This is all on me.”My father didn’t look at him. “I wasn’t speaking to you.”The words landed like a slap. Kade swallowed and stared at a knot in the desk wood.I kept my voice steady. “I took the ridge path. I found a rogue nest near the old chapel. I thought I could hide in there before they reali