All Chapters of The luna’s misery: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Their gaze was fixed on me, but it was strange because I didn’t feel seen. Their eyes followed me like shadows, yet no one answered, no one blinked, no one moved as if I truly existed. I waved my hands, shouting, but my voice was like wind lost in the desert. Was I invisible? Was I a ghost in this strange land? My heart pounded, confused, restless.The desert stretched endlessly, dry winds cutting through my skin like knives. Heat burned, and yet my body felt cold. The air tasted like dust, and every breath I took seemed heavy. Why here? Why me?Suddenly, I saw a group of wolves rushing past me. They weren’t like Limene or the wolves I had seen in my pack. These were different fur in colors I had never seen before: silver burning with light, deep red that glowed like embers, black darker than shadows, and even white wolves that shimmered as though they carried the moon inside them. They ran as if something chased them. Their paws shook the desert floor.“They are coming!” I screamed,

“Are you okay, Nora?” Ellias’ voice came gently, almost cautious. He was already in his human form, his body bare, his skin glistening with drops of lake water. But I wasn’t paying attention to him. My whole body was tense, my fur stiff as though every single strand carried fear.My eyes refused to leave the other end of the lake. Something, no, someone was there.The water shimmered under the faint glow of the moon, silver light stretching in thin broken lines across the surface. And then I saw her. A face. Familiar. Her long black hair fell like a curtain, part of it brushing over her face. My heart skipped. My paws froze in place.That face. I had seen it before. Somewhere. But where?I wanted to speak, to ask her who she was, but my throat couldn’t make words. I was stuck in my wolf form, trapped inside this body where my voice couldn’t escape. The only place my questions existed was in my mind.She smiled faintly, though her eyes carried something deeper, something heavy.“You re

The air thickened around us like smoke. Sophie’s voice wove through it, low and steady, a rhythm older than time itself. Her lips moved fast, but the words made no sense to me. Each syllable felt like it carried weight pulling the air, twisting it, bending it. The ground beneath my paws trembled faintly, and the leaves in the nearby trees rustled though there was no wind.I stared at her, frozen. Her eyes were closed, her palms lifted slightly, and a dim blue light flickered between her fingers. I could only hear the beat of my own heart.“Why is she doing that?” I whispered in my mind, my gaze locked on her. “What is she trying to do?”Limene stirred uneasily inside me. “I don’t like this, Nora,” she said. “This feels wrong. Too heavy. Too quiet.”“Maybe she’s protecting us,” I said, trying to sound brave, though my voice trembled inside.“Or she’s trapping us,” Limene snapped back.I flinched. I didn’t want to think that way. Sophie had saved me once. She’d warned me. She had no rea

The shadow came towards us fast, too fast for my eyes to follow. At first, I thought Limene was right that it was something strange, something beyond the world of wolves. But when the figure finally stepped into the light that fell across the lake, I saw it clearly.It was a wolf.A rogue wolf.His fur was dark, darker than any I had ever seen. It wasn’t the kind of black that came from nature; it looked like something that had been burned by evil, a color that swallowed the light instead of reflecting it. Even from where I stood, I could feel the hatred rolling off him like heat. His eyes glowed red, sharp and wild, and for a moment I couldn’t breathe.Limene’s voice trembled inside me.“That’s not a normal rogue.”The rogue lowered his head, lips curling back to reveal sharp, stained fangs. His breath came out in short bursts, rough and animalistic. There was blood already dripping from his mouth—someone else’s blood.Before I could even think, he lunged.His body hit mine with such

When I was getting close to the border the pull in my chest increased more. It started small at first a soft tug under the ribs but as I moved it grew until it was almost a weight. I felt it like pressure, like someone pressed a palm against my heart and would not let go. I had to fight that pressure. I am the alpha. I must not be seen as weak. Not in front of the pack members, not in front of the guard. I kept my face calm though the inside of me knocked like a drum.I wanted, for a second, to have signed the rest of this morning’s orders to my beta. If he had them, I could have turned away and let him handle the paper mountain. A part of me even wished I had. It would have been easier. It would have let me focus only on the run, breathe deep, and use the motion to smooth the ache. But I was already here. I had chosen to run. That choice had led me to this moment. I could not take it back.The forest kept its voice low around us, trees bent close, leaves whispering. The path had the