All Chapters of The Rogue Luna's Secret : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

LIORA'S POV I woke to the sound of laughter, Serena’s high-pitched, melodic chirp followed by Mom’s softer, amused chuckle. It was the sound of a "real" family starting their day. I lay still under my worn wool blanket, staring up at the cracked, flaking white paint of the ceiling. Another morning in the Voss pack as an outsider, always someone else. In the Voss pack, I was the girl found in a storm, the "miracle" the Hale family adopted before their own blood daughter came along five years later. Then this miracle became a burden. I swung my legs out of bed. The floorboards were ice-cold against my feet, sending a prickle of goosebumps up my legs. I dressed quickly in a pair of faded jeans and a gray t-shirt. I pulled my hair into a messy ponytail, I caught a glimpse of myself in the crooked mirror at the corner. My blue eyes looked back, they were sharp but tired. I traced the faint scar along my jawline, a souvenir from a fall I had when I was ten. Dad hadn’t hug me or check f

I didn't stop walking until the sun started to peak over the trees. My legs were heavy and my feet were sore, but I kept moving. I kept looking back, half-expecting to see a patrol or hear the sound of a familiar howl, but there was nothing. Just the wind. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Ronan’s face from the ceremony, the way he looked right at me before he grabbed Isolde’s hand and held it up for the whole pack to see. I pushed the images away. I knew that if I stopped to rest, the reality of what I had lost would finally catch up to me. By noon, I was starving. I had a small piece of bread in my bag, but my stomach felt like it was tied in a knot. Being pregnant was a constant weight in the back of my mind. I had no plan and no place to go, but I knew I couldn't go back to a place that saw me as a second choice. I found a small stream and knelt down to drink. The water was freezing, but it helped clear my head. Just as I was about to stand up, a low growl came from the bushes

I sat by the dying fire, staring into the dark. Even though the others were asleep, the image of those black wolves on the ridge wouldn't leave me. Their yellow eyes felt like they were still burning holes in my back. I tucked my hands under my thighs to hide the shaking. When Kira glanced at me, I forced a small, tired smile. "Just exhausted," I whispered. She didn't look like she believed me, but she let it go. She stayed awake, her hand resting near her blade, keeping watch over me all night. Months Later The seasons had shifted, it was a rainy season now. A steady rain drumming against the roof of our shelter. I sat huddled in my old wool blanket, my back aching in a way that made it hard to sit still. I rested a hand on the heavy curve of my stomach. Usually, the little one was a constant kicker, but today, he was quiet. I felt a strange, heavy warmth settle in my belly. My throat felt tight as I leaned down and whispered, "We’re going to be okay. I promise I’ll keep you safe.

The shadow in the fire light was unmoving at first. It was standing perfectly still, staring at us. My heart felt like it was beating my ribcage open, I could practically feel it beating in my throat Renn stood like a statue, his spear pointed at the dark. "Show yourself," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Now. Kira's dagger was already out, its blade flashing in the dying fires. Renn stood with his spear raised up, his muscles tensed and narrowed eyes fixed on the shadows. Gage was still grumbling as he awoke, clearly unaware of our situation. Lena, jolted awake and fumbled for her small bag of herbs. Marcus, took his fighting standing of course with a dagger in his hands. Lena held the kids and moved back as Kira gave them a sign to hide and stay quiet. "Who's there?" Renn growled, his voice low and gravelly. "Show yourself, come on out or we'll do it ourselves." But he was answered with silence. Then the shadow at the edge of the fire light stepped out and gradually s

The rain wouldn't stop. It turned the forest floor into a swamp of slick mud and tangled roots that tripped us at every turn. We took refuge under some trees with large branches and leaves. We were with a newborn after all and with kids, we couldn't afford them getting soaked. My legs had started to ache from how far I had traveled holding Finn in my arms and my back was aching all over. But every time I felt his soft breath against my chest, the pain didn't seem to matter. I rocked him gently as we walked, whispering, "It’s okay. We’re almost there." Kira walked at my side, her braids dripping water down her back. "We need a roof, Renn," she called out, her voice tight. "We’re out in the open. If the Shadow Pack is tracking us, we're as well as dead.” Renn was a few paces ahead, his hand gripping his spear and he was still on high alert. "There’s an old stone overhang about a mile up. I stayed there once when I first went rogue. It’s hidden, and it’ll keep the rain off us for a