All Chapters of DISGUISED LUNA COME BACK : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Kallos’s POVThe room was still, heavy with the scent of stone, faint blood, and Helena’s quiet presence. Aria lay motionless, her chest rising and falling shallowly, every breath fragile. I couldn’t rest, I wouldn’t. She was poisoned subtly and every moment that went without doing something lessened the distance between life and something much darker. Moving toward the window, I let the moonlight cover the space. Though its silver light was quiet, I felt it sharpening my senses and strengthening my will. Since I had found her, the dream had gotten louder, it was now a voice, clear and insistent. This path was prepared and Ignoring it would be impossible for me. However, beyond basic first aid and instinct, I lacked the information to act. I left the room quickly, wandering the hallways to listen, breathe, and plan. Aware of my inner turmoil, my pack crept silently. They did not challenge my actions, they didn't need to. They had watched how I reacted when the moon spoke, when th

Aria’s POVThough there was a faint silver and warm light behind it, like a softest caress, the darkness pushed against my eyelids like a thick curtain. My brain was thick, slow, like the feeling of swimming through water, but beneath it there was a humming, subtle and relentless, something that drew me upward. I blinked, gradually pushing the boundary of my consciousness. My chest moved unevenly, a faint rise and fall that let me remember I was still living. I was alive. The word kept rolling in my head, delicate but amazing. I tried to lift my hand, and it moved a little, then more, a reminder that my body still obeyed. That there was a part of me remaining under the mist, under the poison meant to claim me. As I completely opened my eyes, the silver light intensified. I blinked against it then saw him. Kallos. Hands hovering over my wrist, eyes sharp yet cautious watching me from my bedside. When I saw him watching me, he didn't look away, instead, I saw comfort, amazement, and

Aria’s POVSoftly creeping through the little window, the morning light brushed gentle golden streaks across my face. Though Kallos would come in a bit, I woke up before him. And even though every muscle and joint reminded me of the poisoning attempt to kill me, my body no longer felt like fragile glass. I moved carefully, checking the stiffness in my limbs and letting Helena move and press against me for direction and comfort. Rising onto my knees, I let my hands lie on the stone ground. It was chilly, stable, and grounding. Helena's movements in me were muted yet persistent as she softly insisted for me to move, assess, breathe. Though I did not grasp this pull, this awareness, I believed her intuition. For months it had kept me from dying on the streets. It seemed to have become sharper now, nearly predatory, as though she were sensing power in ways I couldn't yet comprehend. At first I was unstable and rested my hands on the edge of the bed. My legs trembled as the room swayed

Aria’s POVPale gold streaks of first morning light poured through the tiny window, illuminating the room. Rising gently, I noticed every muscle, every lingering pain that had previously made the simplest action appear impossible. Helena now radiated an unfamiliar confidence and warmth. Her instincts were sharper, but I still couldn’t define what had changed. She had developed greater strength. I only felt it in the soft pressure around me, in the way she seemed to interpret moves before they happened. Before I even considered getting to the door, Kallos was there. He had arrived as usual, yet this time his presence was more weighty, more intentional. His dark eyes retained that same intensity, yet beneath it was a softness that caused my heart to pound quicker, uncertain. "You went further yesterday," he said, voice low, with purpose, bearing authority without command. "Today, we test coordination, awareness, and balance." I nodded, swallowing hard. Though I totally trusted my in

Aria’s POVThe evening was silent, a low breeze caressed the borders of the chamber, shaking the thin shutters and bringing scents of the city I had once known. Helena snuggled inside as I sat on the edge of the bed, her warmth stabilizing me. Kallos was still across the room, watching, silent yet present, patient in that way only an Alpha could be. Though small but certain, the thread between us hummed softly, determined, living, and I could feel its tug even now. I said in a whisper, my voice low, cautious, "About Eden. About… all that happened before this." Helena twitched, and I felt a faint throb of her acceptance under my palm. Kallos only nodded once, eyes black and intent, and neither moved nor spoke. There was just a presence, not judging. It was odd, this peaceful understanding, this careful waiting. Letting the stress melt only enough for me to speak, I took a breath and let it settle into my chest. I started, uncertain at first, "I was born into it, wealth, the position