All Chapters of Luna Of The Lost And Forgotten : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Cassian The quiet inside Marcus’s guest residence was almost unsettling. Most of the other Alphas had returned to their territories hours ago, and the corridors that had been alive with voices earlier now felt hollow and distant. Even the wind outside seemed quieter tonight, brushing faintly against the windows like a restless thought. I stood in the small kitchen, leaning against the counter while the kettle finished boiling. Tea wasn’t something I usually bothered with, but tonight my mind refused to settle, and the familiar rhythm of preparing it felt easier than lying awake in bed staring at the ceiling. The mysterious woman from the council chamber had been lingering in my thoughts since the moment she was escorted out. Strange. I hadn’t even seen her face. She had stood there among dozens of powerful leaders with her features hidden beneath a veil, completely out of place in a room where most people either boasted about their territories or quietly calculated who

Lyra We had left Warden’s Pass after gathering information on the dens of mercenaries. I didn’t ask how Kael had managed it in only a few days, and he didn’t offer. I felt no need; the results spoke for themselves. Two places had already crossed our path—one where we struck a tense, uneasy deal, and another where we had barely escaped with our skins intact. Now, we were headed toward a territory called the Fangbound Clan. I joked lightly about how ridiculous the name sounded as I ticked it off the mental list. Kael shot me a look but didn’t comment.“They’re probably the best at gathering intelligence,” he said. “Martial artists, skilled marksmen. Very precise.”I arched an eyebrow. “We’ve got skilled marksmen too.”He shrugged, the faintest smirk touching his lips. “Fair point. But they’re still worth a visit.”The road stretched ahead, quiet under the pale streetlights. Slowly, I felt it—a subtle pulse under my skin. At first, it was just a whisper, but it grew, like a storm ri

KaelWhen Lyra’s hand settled over mine and she whispered for me to trust her, something inside me fractured in a way I had not felt in years.For a moment, I wasn’t standing in front of armed soldiers.I was somewhere else entirely.A smaller hand clutched mine, fragile but warm. Tear-filled eyes looked up at me with a smile that tried too hard to be brave.“Trust me… I’ll be watching over you from up there.”My daughter’s voice echoed through my mind, clear as the day I lost her.The memory struck like a blade.My gaze locked with Lyra’s, and the resemblance in that moment—the quiet resolve, the acceptance—was enough to make my chest tighten painfully. This was the same girl I had sworn to protect. The one person who had unknowingly filled the hollow space my daughter had left behind.And yet… I was about to let her walk into danger.She pulled her hand from mine gently, and I let her.That alone felt like a failure.I watched her step forward, each movement steady despite the storm

MirandaThe chime of my phone cut through the silence, sharp enough to draw my attention but not enough to rush me.“Mission failed.The girl still lives.”The message sat there, blunt and unimpressive.I lifted the teacup slowly, the warmth pressing into my fingers while thin strands of steam curled upward, delicate and unbothered by the shift in atmosphere.Then the cup left my hand.It struck the wall with a violent crack, scattered across the floor as tea streaked downward in uneven lines. The sound echoed briefly before silence returned.The Longbow unit had never failed a mission, not once, not under any circumstance. And yet a single girl had undone them?!Another chime followed.I picked up the phone and opened the message immediately.“The Veil Guards were present.”My gaze dropped to the file attached beneath it, and after a brief pause, I pressed play. The footage trembled at first before stabilizing enough to reveal her. Lyra Blackwood stood at the center of it, the chao

LyraFor a few days, things felt… different.I didn’t know how to explain it properly, but I could feel it. My father had been leaving more often, called away for meetings that lasted longer than usual. Sometimes he returned late, and other times not until the next morning.When I asked my mother about it, she only smiled and brushed it aside, telling me he simply had more responsibilities to attend to.But it didn’t feel that simple to me.The whispers had started too.What happened at school didn’t stay at school. It spread—fast. Faster than anything I had ever seen. By the next day, everyone seemed to know.Some said my eyes had turned silver because I had been touched by the moon itself. Others said I had done something worse—that I had gotten inside the minds of the children and changed them somehow.And then there were the ones who suddenly wanted to be close to me, who watched me with wide, curious eyes like I was something fascinating instead of someone they used to ignore.E