All Chapters of Becoming Luna: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

KIERAN’S POV Two weeks. Two weeks since the hell of that hut, since the wind and the illusions, And yet… nothing feels like it did before. I walk through the pack grounds and I see it instantly. The soldiers moving with precision, their heads held high, their eyes sharp—but there’s something different in the way they glance at me now. Respect, yes… but tinged with a subtle awe, a cautious reverence. And then there’s Chester. He walks beside the elders like he owns their attention, and in a way, he does. Three months… three months while I was gone, and the same people who spat on him, mocked him, questioned his place—they follow him now. Laugh with him. Seek his counsel. Hang on every word he says. I grip the edge of the railing, my knuckles whitening, my jaw tight. I should feel relief. I should be proud that my family’s bloodline has produced someone capable. But no… what I feel is fire. Rage. A warning flare in my chest. I am still their Alpha.. I led them through dark

KIERAN'S POV Miranda was starting to rest my patience.. yes, I need her help,but that doesn't give her the right to dig into what doesn't concern her. I had enough of the endless back-and-forth. My mother’s eyes wouldn’t leave Aria, and every second she lingered only made my patience fray. “Mom, please,” I said, trying to keep my tone calm but firm, “I need you to leave us alone for a while.” She shook her head stubbornly, hands pressed together as if steeling herself. “Kieran… I can’t just leave her here with… with her.” Miranda tilted her head, her lips curling into a faint, almost mocking smile. “And yet here I am,” she said lightly, her voice like silk over steel. “Still alive. Still able to help. But it seems your maternal instincts are stronger than reason.” “I don’t need your commentary,” I snapped, stepping closer to her, my wolf rising beneath my skin. “This is my Luna, My pack. And my decisions. so will you please trust me and just leave?” My mother opened her m

KIERAN'S POV Miranda didn’t speak for a moment after the candle nearly died. The room stayed tense, heavy with everything she had just said. Her eyes were still on Aria, but there was a new seriousness in them now — not just fear, but calculation. Finally, she looked back at me. “If we do this,” she said slowly, “you listen to me. No interruptions. No sudden reactions. No trying to pull away if something you don’t like appears.” I raised a brow. “You’re assuming I scare easily.” “I’m assuming you’re reckless,” she replied. “And whatever is in there… is watching.” My wolf shifted again at those words, but I ignored it. “What do we need to do?” Miranda exhaled softly, then glanced at the candle as if making sure it was still burning. “A mind bridge requires focus,” she said. “And trust.” I almost laughed at that. “Trust between a wolf and a witch. That should be interesting.” “I’m serious, Alpha.” “So am I.” She studied me for another second, then nodded on

KIERAN'S POV The moment her voice cut through the fog, my blood ran cold. "Run!" The word tore through the space, sharp and desperate. I froze. My heart slammed against my ribs, my wolf growling low, warning me. The fog around Aria thickened violently, coiling like dark smoke with a life of its own. I could see her — just barely — standing there, her dark hair whipping as if caught in a storm. But the shadows behind her… they moved. Tall, indistinct, twisting in ways that didn’t make sense. I reached for her. My hands sliced through the fog, but it was like trying to grab smoke. No matter how close I got, she remained just out of reach. My frustration flared. “Aria!” I shouted, stepping forward, my voice cracking with raw need. “I’m here! Don’t—” A surge of darkness shot from behind her, curling toward me like a living thing. My body jerked back instinctively. She turned her face toward the threat, then back at me, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Run!" she screamed again, h

KIERAN'S POVI finally stopped pacing, letting my hands fall to my sides, though every muscle in my body screamed with tension. My jaw was tight, my fists clenched, and my wolf growled low, restless in my chest. I could feel the pulse of my frustration vibrating through my veins. Miranda, calm as ever, moved quietly around the room, packing up her tools—the candles flickering faintly, the herbs releasing their bitter, earthy scent, the silver bowl catching the light. Every movement of hers, measured and deliberate, felt like a provocation, like the universe itself was taunting me.Her gaze finally met mine—unflinching, unnervingly steady. “You want the truth?” she asked, voice smooth and measured, the kind that made my blood boil because she sounded so… untouchable.I did. I needed it. My lungs burned with every ragged inhale, my wolf was coiled and snapping inside me, my chest pounding as if it wanted to burst. “Yes,” I ground out, voice low, thick with anger and desperation. “Tell m