All Chapters of THE SHADOWBORN LUNA: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

We were two days from Blood Moon territory when the messenger arrived. A young wolf from our pack, barely old enough to have completed his warrior training, stumbled into our camp at dawn. His clothes were torn, blood matting his hair.He collapsed at Draven's feet. "Alpha," he gasped. "Attack. Blood Moon is under siege." Ice flooded my veins. Draven knelt beside him, his hands gentle despite the fury radiating through our bond. "Speak. Who attacks?" "Rogues. Hundreds of them. But—" The boy coughed, spitting blood. "But they are organised. Led by someone who knows our defences. They hit the western gate three hours after you left. We have been holding them off for two days, but—"Casualties?" Garrett demanded, already moving to break camp."Thirty dead. Maybe more. Maya sent me to find you. Said to tell you—" He looked at me, his young eyes filled with fear and awe. "Said to tell the Luna that we are holding. That we will not fall. But hurry." Draven was already shifting, his black wol

We rode out at first light, twenty warriors and one Luna riding toward almost certain death. The journey to the Hollow Mountains would take all day if we pushed hard. No time for rest stops, no time for doubt. Just mile after mile of increasingly hostile territory as we left Blood Moon lands behind. I rode Nightshade at the front, Lyra on my right, Garrett on my left.The others formed a protective formation around us—not that it would matter much if we were ambushed. Viktor's forces outnumbered us ten to one.But we rode anyway. The mate bond was my compass, pulling me north like a fishhook embedded in my chest. With every mile, I felt Draven more clearly. His pain. His exhaustion. His stubborn refusal to give Viktor the satisfaction of breaking. He knew I was coming. Knew it was a trap. And he was furious with me for walking into it anyway. "Turn back," his voice rasped through our bond around midday."Kaia, please. Do not do this." "I am already halfway there," I responded. "Beside

The Sacred Grove looked different from how it had during my Luna trials. Where before it had felt ancient and powerful, now it felt ominous. Threatening. The stone pillars marking each Alpha's territory seemed to loom over us as judges had already decided on their verdict. The Council had assembled in full—all thirteen regional Alphas, their Betas, advisors, and witnesses. Hundreds of wolves filled the clearing, come to witness Viktor's trial and, I suspected, mine.Because that was what this really was. Viktor was on trial for betrayal, but I was on trial for my very existence. Elder Silas stood at the centre, his ancient face grave as he called the proceedings to order. "We gather to judge Viktor Bloodmoon, formerly Beta of Blood Moon pack, on charges of treason, murder, and conspiracy to commit regicide." His voice carried to every corner of the Grove."The evidence will be presented, testimony heard, and judgment rendered according to werewolf law." He gestured to where Viktor sto

Sebastian found the first one three weeks later. I was working with Maya in the infirmary when he burst in, his violet eyes wild with urgency and something that might have been excitement. "I found one," he said without preamble. "A Shadowborn descendant. Young. Untrained. Completely unaware of what she is." My heart stuttered. "Where?" Northern territories.Small pack called Frost Peak. She is seventeen, about to undergo her first shift ceremony." He grabbed my arm. "Kaia, we need to leave now. Tonight. Because tomorrow night, when she tries to shift, she will not manifest as a wolf. She will manifest Shadowborn power. And Frost Peak will kill her for it." Ice flooded my veins. "How do you know?" "Because I saw it. Saw her standing in their ceremony circle, power erupting, wolves screaming. Saw them drag her to an execution pyre before she even understood what happened." His grip tightened. "We have thirty-six hours to get there, convince her to come with us, and get out before she m

Six months after Astrid's arrival, Sebastian found three more. Two sisters in the Southern territories—twins who had been experiencing "episodes" since childhood. Power surges, they did not understand, labelled as seizures by pack healers who had no frame of reference for Shadowborn magic. And a man, mid-thirties, who had spent twenty years suppressing abilities he thought made him insane. We brought them all to Blood Moon within a month.The Deep was no longer just a training ground. It had become a small community—living quarters, common areas, a library of Shadowborn texts Sebastian had accumulated over centuries. Still underground, still isolated from the main pack house, but no longer oppressive.A sanctuary, just like I had envisioned. The twins—Mira and Cara—were sixteen and terrified. They clung to each other, speaking in hushed whispers, flinching at sudden movements. "They have been abused," Maya said quietly after examining them."Not physically. But emotionally. Told they