All Chapters of Redemption Of The Rogue Luna: Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

Mara taught Korra how to braid bread dough, how to light the hearth without choking on smoke, and how to laugh without glancing over her shoulder first. Once, Mara gifted her a pale blue dress. Korra stared at it for a long moment, fingers trembling. “This is too much.”“It’s just cloth,” Mara said with a grin. “But sometimes the right cloth makes people look twice and see a person instead of a story.”She didn’t know what to say. That night, when she put the dress on, she barely recognized herself; her reflection caught in the mirror, eyes glimmering faintly silver.Mara gasped softly. “You look… different. The moon suits you.”Korra smiled shyly. “I think it likes me better now.”Still, not everyone welcomed her. One afternoon, as she carried a basket of folded laundry across the courtyard, two young wolves blocked her path. Their grins were all teeth.“Look what the Alpha dragged in,” one sneered. “A drowned stray playing house.”Korra said nothing as she stepped aside. But they fo

Kael hadn’t planned to stay long. The Spring Hearth Gathering had always been a lighthearted affair, a day when ranks blurred and wolves forgot the burdens of command. But this year, something in the air drew him in, a pull that had nothing to do with duty.He had been in his study, going through the endless reports that cluttered his desk, when the laughter reached him from the kitchen courtyard. For a long time, such sounds had grated against him, reminding him of all that could so easily be lost. But now, it made him pause. A scent drifted through the air: flour, honey, and something faintly wild. Not the wild of the woods or blood, but gentler, like rain on warm skin.Without thinking, he followed it.The great hall had been transformed. Long wooden tables stretched in every direction, covered with bowls, doughs, jugs of milk, and wild herbs. The space pulsed with noise and wolves moving, laughing, singing off-key. And there, among them, stood Korra.Her sleeves were rolled up,

The second morning at Moonhowl Academy began with a gray sky and air that smelled faintly of rain. Korra stood before the mirror in her room, adjusting the stiff collar of her vest for the third time. No matter how she tried, it never seemed to sit right. The fabric still felt foreign, too fine for her calloused hands, too clean for a girl who once scrubbed floors and fetched firewood before dawn.Mara, already tying her boots, caught her staring. “You will be fine,” she said with an encouraging smile. “You survived day one.”“Barely,” Korra muttered.Mara chuckled, tossing her an apple wrapped in cloth. “Eat. You will need strength. The second day’s always worse, they start calling on people.”Korra frowned. “Calling on people?”“You will see,” Mara said, winking as she slung her bag over her shoulder.By the time they reached the Academy gates, the courtyard buzzed with noise from the students. The same groups clustered together as yesterday, the confident upper years, the murmurin