All Chapters of Becoming Luna: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

KIERAN'S POV The great hall of the pack house was already buzzing when I entered. The chatter of the elders, the murmurs of the pack members, the low hum of anticipation—it all blended together into a tense symphony that set my nerves on edge. But I ignored it. I walked straight to the center, my boots echoing against the polished stone floor, my eyes scanning the crowd.All conversations ceased as I came to a stop. Heads turned, whispers died, and the air itself seemed to tighten around me. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, restless and alert, feeding off the pack’s anticipation. I raised a hand, a simple gesture, but one that commanded silence.“Thank you,” I said, my voice calm but firm, carrying through the hall. “Thank you for being here.”The murmurs paused, though a few skeptical glances remained. I let my gaze sweep the room, locking briefly with each elder, letting them feel the weight of my presence, my authority. I exhaled slowly, then spoke again, louder this time.“I know

Kieran’s POVThe night had finally settled over the pack lands, but sleep was nowhere near me. I stood alone on the balcony outside the hall, the cool air brushing against my face as lanterns swayed gently below. Most of the pack had already gone home after the announcement, their voices fading into the distance. Everything looked calm, almost peaceful, but my mind refused to quiet down.Marcus’ words kept repeating in my head like an echo I couldn’t silence. The man doesn’t exist. I let out a quiet scoff, gripping the railing a little tighter. “He exists,” I muttered to myself. My wolf stirred immediately, restless and irritated, pacing inside me like it sensed something I hadn’t fully grasped yet.Three months away from the pack had changed many things. I had fought battles, survived betrayal, and returned expecting to restore order. Instead, I came back to secrets, tension among the elders, and questions that refused to give me answers. And right now, the biggest one was the man wh

KIERAN'S POV The study smelled of polished wood and old parchment, faint smoke curling from a single candle near the window. I stood in the doorway, hands tightening into fists, wolf snarling beneath my skin. My father didn’t move from behind the heavy oak desk. His eyes were calm, unshakable, and that calm was the kind that made my blood boil.“Did you know?” I asked, my voice low, sharp, and dangerous.He didn’t answer immediately. Not even a blink. It was infuriating. I could feel my frustration spiraling. My wolf rumbled, pacing behind my ribs, desperate to lash out.“Did you know about the elders’ decision?” I demanded, stepping closer. “About making Chester the one to open the Moonlight Festival?”Still nothing. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t sigh. He simply sat there, as if daring me to break first.“Answer me,” I snapped, letting my impatience edge every syllable. “Don’t play coy with me, Father. I know you know.”His gaze finally met mine. Steady. Cold. And then he said it. Jus

KIERAN'S POVThe next morning found me on the training field with my men, the sun barely high in the sky as we ran through drills. Steel clashed, boots scraped against packed earth, and the familiar rhythm of combat steadied my mind. For a while, it was easy to forget everything else—the politics, the tension, the waiting. Out here, things were simple. Strength. Focus. Control.“Again,” I ordered, circling them slowly as two of the younger warriors sparred in the center. “Your stance is weak. If you hesitate like that in real combat, you’re already dead.”They adjusted immediately, sweat dripping, determination clear in their eyes. This was what I needed—movement, action, something that burned off the restless energy clawing inside me.A few of the guards stood along the perimeter, keeping watch as usual. The borders had been quiet lately, but quiet never meant safe.Then one of the warriors paused mid-movement.At first, it was subtle. Just a shift in the air. A faint rustling coming

KIERAN'S POV I left the healer’s chambers with my mind heavier than when I walked in. The corridor felt longer on the way out, quieter, like the walls themselves were listening. Maybe it was just my mood. Or maybe it was the lingering feeling those two strangers had left behind.Either way, I couldn’t shake it.So instead of heading back to the pack house, I went straight to the borders.The air was cooler out here. The kind of cold that sharpened your senses. My boots crushed against the dirt path as I walked, my wolf alert, restless beneath my skin. I kept replaying everything in my head—what Stella had said, the way she spoke about the Gwarders, the strange calm in her eyes.Something about them didn’t sit right with me.And I hated that feeling.When I reached the spot where we had found them earlier, I slowed.This was it.The ground was still disturbed from the struggle. Claw marks scratched into the soil. Broken branches. A few dark stains where blood had soaked into the earth