Todos los capítulos de The Gifted Luna : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Mud clung onto Tiara’s feet as she walked through narrow path in the woods, her basket heavy with different herbs. The scent of pine and the damp soil grounded her—one of the few comforts left in her world. She leaned down to gather a spring of yarrow when a twig snapped behind her."This would fetch me more money at the market," she beamed with smiles, carefully placing the herb into her basket."If only I could..." She was saying when she heard a sound."Who is there?" She called, stiffened, clutching the basket tightly. But it was only a rabbit, scampering away.“Tiara!” a voice barked from the direction of the village. Vanessa.She sighed and quickened her pace.Back at the house—a crumbling old structure on the edge of the pack’s territory—Vanessa stood on the porch, arms crossed, sneer in place.“You are late, and what is this?” she questioned, snatching the basket. “Useless weeds? We need meat. Strength. Not flowers!”"Ouch....." Vanessa pouted."How did I forget that you are a

My lord,” the man that had earlier been watching Edwin and Tiara from the woods called, running towards Edwin.“As anyone made a catch?” Edwin questioned, looking around, clearly indicating that he did not want to talk about anything else.“Yes, my lord,” the man replied.“Everyone has caught at least one animal—some even caught more than one. they are gathered at the usual spot where you decide who the winner of the hunt is.” he replied, adding so much details.“Wow!” Edwin exclaimed. “That was very fast and way beyond my expectations,” he said chuckling lightly.“I guess everyone came prepared this year, ready to do better than the previous years just to win my favor,” he commented, walking ahead of the man.“You are absolutely right, my lord,” the man replied, running a little to keep up with Edwin.“You need to see the fire that burns in their eyes,” He added.“It makes the hunt even more interesting, and competitive. And I am sure it would be a little tight for you to just decide

Tiara twisted hard, trying to wrench free, but the spy’s grip only tightened."Let go!" she hissed, her voice low and desperate.He laughed, dragging her deeper into the corridor. "The Beta will be so pleased to see that I caught a nosy little rat who deserves special punishment."" Think, Tiara, think!" She urged herself.The pendant pressed warm against her ribs, but she didn’t dare reveal it yet. Not unless she had no other choice.Her elbow shot back, catching the spy in the ribs. He grunted but didn’t let go.Before he could recover, Tiara slammed her foot down hard on his instep.He yelped, and loosened his hold just enough.She tore away, sprinting down the hall, heart hammering."Run now. Survive now, only then can you find Edwin later." Her unconscious mind said.Shouts erupted behind her. Heavy boots thundered in pursuit, she was being chased by more people than she had thought."This is really bad, Tiara......." she panted.Quickly,she observed and scanned her environment,

Tiara’s cloak was soaked. Mud clung to her legs. She had not eaten in two days.The town ahead looked more like a sprawl of crumbling roofs than a haven, but it was the only place left before rogue lands began.Flashback_____"Why didn't you two wait for me?" an old woman asked the gossiping ladies."Forgive us, we totally forgot to branch by your house," one of the women apologized, biting her nails.A wave of relieve washed down Tiara's body, happy she had not been discovered.---------------Back to the present,When she arrived, she was met with narrowed eyes, muttered slurs—stray, packless, omega garbage.A butcher refused to take her coins, a baker threw stale bread at her feet, the people in the new town where she had just arrived were as mean as hell.She spent the first night huddled behind a stall, and the second day, she was all curled up near the market stables, surviving on remnants.The pendant pulsed gently under her blouse—warm, as if it were trying to comfort her.On

Eventually, Tiara managed to secure a house in the unwelcoming pack she had wandered into.It was barely more than a shed—a forgotten cottage that was nestled behind the pack’s old arena, almost worn by time and molds. The windows in it were so rusty and would barely shut as they threatened to come off if too much pressure was applied.The floor creaked with every ounce of wind that passed through, and the roof leaked without caution when it rained. But it was all hers, her comfort zone and shield.After countless rejections and spiteful stares, after sweeping stables, scrubbing hearths, and drawing water in exchange for discards and coins, she finally had a place to lay her head in peace, away from the scorning and judging eyes.Just like every other day, her hands were badly bruised, her knees were also blistered from having to clean the public bathhouse. Her body ached badly, weak and frail, her stomach a hollow drum. She took the last edible she had, it was a hard, stale loaf of