All Chapters of Rejected Luna: Awakening Her Silver Wolf: Chapter 241 - Chapter 249

Drake's P.O.V The morning mist clung to the damp woods of the forest, making it appear like rogues waiting to attack. Curled around the moss-covered trunks. They groaned through the leaves, as if the forest itself was holding its breath. The scent of pine laced with the cool winter air mingled with a darker, heavier scent I have now grown accustomed to over the last few months. Mistrust in a blink. Days had turned into weeks that had now turned into months. Walking out, I stood in front of the dilapidated cabin Mira had so generously assigned. To me and my warriors three months ago. Now, even worse, the roof slumped like a weary spine. The wooden walls were now even riddled with more mold, cracked and groaning like they might fall if I so much as exhaled wrongly. The windows aren't even better. They were so caked in grime, not even the pale sunlight dared to peek through. It was barely fit to house rats. Yet here we were. An Alpha and his guards treated like nothing but refuse.

Mira's P.O.V . No, it was not like me. I've had everything under my control, but why is my pulse racing beneath the flesh of my neck? What are you doing? Mira, came Jefferson's voice, which seethed with anger and impatience through the mind link. It's been over three months, and moreover, didn't you want them to leave? So hurry up and agree. Tell them to leave. I stared at Drake. My jaws clenching hard. Somehow, his gaze was intense and challenging, unlike how I'd known him to be before. It felt like something in him changed. Or was I pushing him too hard? Have I pushed him to the brink and he couldn't stand me anymore. You said you were here to protect us. I finally said. Hating how the situation was turning, how I was no longer in charge. I felt that's correct. Then prove to me that you're going to protect us, and maybe I might start looking at you in a new light. I've been trying every day. It's just a shame that you've been so blinded by vengeance that you couldn't see it.

Mira's P.O.V A bundle. Where did he manage to get those roses? Because we're a species that is always cold. We tend to settle in cold places, which are disadvantageous to growing roses. Did he go all the way to find my mother a bunch of roses. Now that I looked at him thoroughly, he looked sleep deprived. His eyes that only sparkled with radiance are now beginning to lose their light. His skin was becoming pale. Dark bags were sitting ugly beneath his eyes. For a brief moment, guilt clawed at my chest, ruthlessly twisting. It was the withered roses his doing too. How long had he been coming here for? I clenched my hands that rested on my lap so tight, my knuckles turned white. My heart can't be swayed because of a simple gesture. He wouldn't have brought the flowers in the first place if my mother was still alive. With that thought, came another wave of fresh pain. So you think

Mira's P.O.V It was my father's voice standing opposite me. His face was set in cold defiance. His eyes fixed on Drake and glaring daggers at him. We will not submit to wolf training. We are not your kind, and we will not be molded into them. At his words. The clearing went silent, and all eyes slowly turned from my father to Drake, and then to me, a refusal in moments like this could ignite war within seconds. My pulse thundered in my ears. I took a deep breath. Wasn't my father stepping out of line at this point? You don't speak for all of us, father. I said. Finally, I didn't even know how steady my voice was, despite the way my pulse thundered in my ears, his facial features scrunched up in disbelief. You would betray us so easily after what his kind did. Your mother. Father's voice was venomous, searing through the silence. I am not betraying her. I am protecting us. If you

Mira p.O.V Arrows flew, some hitting the rogues, others vanishing into the wild. Screams tore through the clearing. I drew my blade, the crude sword Drake had helped us forge. Its weight steadied me. I darted forward, slashing at a rogue that lunged too close, while the wolves from afar dropped dead the moment my inner venom stung, the ones from afar. I would take it upon myself to make sure they regret ever picking on us, and worse still, foolishly choosing the time of the night to attack. The blade slashed through its chest. And crimson liquid gushed out, but then another wolf crashed into me, sending me sprawling. I slammed into a tree, and pain flared, exploding through my back. Before I could absorb the pain, I heard it—the tiny voice of a child's cry. I turned, my heart hammering against my ribs when I finally saw him. A small boy, no older than seven, stood frozen as a ro