All Chapters of The luna’s misery: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

I was running.All around me were wolves of many colors black, brown, grey, even white. Their glowing eyes pierced the night, but not a single one of them looked at me. My chest rose and fell in panic. As wolves, they should have been able to smell my scent, feel my presence. But no one turned. No one saw me.“Why can’t you see me?” I whispered, my voice weak.They passed me like shadows, their paws pounding the earth, their breath heavy in unison. It was like I didn’t exist. My legs trembled beneath me, the weight of the silence pressing against my chest. What if I really were dead?I reached out desperately to touch one of them, but my hand slipped through like smoke. A chill spread up my arm. My knees buckled, and I fell to the ground. My mouth opened to scream, but no sound came out only emptiness.And then beep.The sharp sound cut through the darkness like a knife. I turned, searching, but the wolves vanished as if they were never there.I snapped my eyes open.The white ceiling

“I have to take my leave now, Nora,” Elias smiled, his dimples pressing into his cheeks like they were carved just for moments like this. “The Alpha has me running errands all day. I just came to see if you finally woke up.” His voice carried a playful tune, like he was trying to hide the weight of his duties behind light words.“Alright,” I chuckled, though it sounded thinner than I wanted. My lips pulled into a smile, genuine this time. “Thank you for coming. I really appreciate your kindness. Thank you once again.”He paused for a second, his eyes lingering on mine like he wanted to say more. Instead, his shadow stretched across the pale wall of my room as he turned toward the door. “I will see you around after you’re discharged,” he said, his voice echoing softly, almost too gentle for a warrior.“You’ll be discharged tomorrow, Nora. You are already healing, and I can see you’re getting stronger,” the nurse added with a bright smile. Her presence always reminded me of sunlight bre

My stomach betrayed me again.The loud growl echoed in my room, reminding me that I hadn’t eaten since morning. I had been lying on the bed crying since sunrise, and now it was almost evening. My eyes were swollen, my chest heavy, and my head ached.I wanted to keep lying there, but the hunger dragged me back. My body was weak. I pushed myself up slowly, dragging my feet to the door. Even the wooden handle felt heavy in my palm. With all my strength, I pulled it open.The air outside my room felt cooler, but my legs didn’t want to carry me. I had curled them so long while crying that they had gone numb. Limping, I held on to the railing as I went downstairs, one step at a time. Each step was like fire shooting through my veins, but I knew I had to get food or I would faint.The smell hit me before I even reached the kitchen. Meat. Roasted, seasoned, still warm. I could also smell butter, mashed potatoes, and the sweet citrus of orange juice. My stomach tightened so hard it almost hurt