All Chapters of DISGUISED LUNA COME BACK : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I stretched slowly, the muscles in my back and legs protesting. Lysa’s lessons were harder, sharper. The older woman stood, already outside the cabin, her silhouette cut against the pale dawn light. She waved to me silently. I breathed in deeply and stepped outside. My head swirled with strategies of who might hunt me now, and those I had left behind. “You’re early,” Lysa said, not looking at me. “Can’t sleep,” I answered her with a rough voice, hoarse even. “Good,” she said. “The world doesn’t wait; neither should you.” I followed her without any questions, today felt different somehow, no staff in hand for some reason, but more important was that look in her eyes, business time. We walked toward an opening previously unnoticed by me until now. "Today," finally she spoke after what seemed like ages of silence, "we shall move within the shadows." I frowned at this shadow thing and she gave me a demure smile and explained further, "Not just dark places but more importantly the shad

The cell smelled of smoke and something else I could not quite identify. At least I was not entirely alone, Helena's warmth beside me was a comfort. My wrist bindings were not particularly tight, but they felt achy nevertheless, like the memories of hands that had once sought to bind me.I had spent months on the run from Eden to keep Lysa safe, learning the city streets, the smells of men and wolves, how to slip into shadows and hide in corners. I had been careful, wary, and patient. And now? Now I was caged like an animal. I had surrendered my freedom to strangers.Perhaps they did not know who I was or perhaps they did not care. They had called me rogue, dangerous, unknown. That was enough for them to lock me away.I sat on the cold floor with my hands in my lap and listened. Sounds from the city filtered in through the cracks between the stones, footsteps, distant voices, water dripping somewhere. I took them all in with my ears and nose. Each sound and scent told me something.Th

The Eden Pack's corridors had gotten colder over the several weeks since Aria's disappearance. Where once the air had been humming with noise from familiar faces, the hallways now held a tension pushing against the walls, heavy and suffocating. Knowing exactly which whispers to push, and which goals to guide, Darius glided through it like a shadow. Every look he gave, every muted chat he started was meant to reinforce the terror of weakness and the image of strength under his own control. Kaida accompanied him that evening, her well-worn shoes tapping against the marble floors to reverberate in the empty halls. She had embraced the Luna designation as though it had been waiting only for her, carrying the weight with trained simplicity. Each smile was deliberate, each nod was a silent order for onlookers. She was the very picture of order and elegance to the pack. She was a precisely sharpened knife for Darius, used when and where he required her. "Your influence grows," Darius sai

Greg’s POVI sat at the head of the council table, staring down polished wood that reflected the light in soft patterns. The hall was quiet, too quiet, but the stillness pressed against me, heavy and insistent, like the memories I had tried to lock away. The elders murmured among themselves, subtle looks cast in my direction, waiting for the Alpha to speak, the Alpha to act. Still here I was, hollow, as if I had already stepped into a trap I couldn’t see. Darius moved with the unease he always carried, like a shadow impossible to outrun. Every word he spoke, every small glance, made me question myself. I could sense its weight, the gradual shift in influence, but still I did nothing to stop it.I wanted to, gods, I wanted to, but fear anchored me to the chair, killing my better judgment. Kaida sat beside him, gracefully perfect, her smile restrained but keen as though every move was calculated. Just seeing her tightened my chest. I had allowed her to step into the Luna part I had d

Aria’s POVThe stone under me felt colder than normal, or perhaps it was the way the shadows had changed in the hallway just outside my room. I had grown to read the subtle changes in the world, the weak vibration in the air, and the smells that weren’t quite right. Helena turned in me, ears twitching, nose twitching, and I knew she too felt it too, something was moving, watching, waiting. The past couple of nights had been disturbed. Along the halls, footsteps came and departed, whispers that were not intended to reach me, faint scratching sounds, the l click of a lock, but nothing obvious, nothing that would be clearly harmful.Still, I sensed it, in the core of my stomach, a tightening that suggested danger was nearer than it first seemed. I breathed deliberately and pressed my back more against the wall, allowing Helena to curl more closely. Her kindness was a little consolation, yet I couldn't shake the impression that the outside world beyond my stone prison had become worse.