All Chapters of The Rogue Luna's Secret : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“What’s getting more serious?” Marcus repeated, his shadow stretching long across the porch as he stepped into the light. He looked between me and Elias, his eyes landing on the carved wooden wolf in my hand. He didn't wait for an answer before he snatched it. “This smells like Vane. Why do you have a toy that smells like our supervisor?”I looked at Elias, who gave a sharp, subtle nod. The secret was out. We couldn’t keep this between the two of us anymore, especially not when the threat was literally sitting on our doorstep.“Inside,” I whispered, my voice sounding brittle. “We need to talk to everyone. Now.”We walked into the living room, the floorboards creaking under our weight as we walked. Gage and Thorne were still by the fireplace, talking in hushed tones about Finn’s reflection, while Kira was seated over an armchair, scrolling through her phone. Lena was just coming out of the kitchen with a tray of clean glasses.“Is everything okay?” Kira asked, sitting up straight as

“I’m telling you, it’s a setup,” Renn growled, pacing the length of the living room rug. He kept glancing toward the stairs where Mia was currently blasting music and Theo was likely Triple-checking his reflection. “We have an unidentified SUV circling the school and a four-ton beam falling on people at the library. Letting them go to a public carnival is like putting a ‘Free Meal’ sign on their backs.”Gage looked up from the wooden chair he was repairing, a bored expression on his face. “Renn, for the love of the Moon, sit down. You’re giving me a headache.”“He’s not wrong to be cautious,” Liora said, though she looked torn as she watched Thorne sit peacefully by the fireplace.Thorne adjusted his spectacles, his voice calm and grounding. “Give them a break, Renn. The boy is fifteen, the girl is fourteen. They’ve spent four years acting like ghosts. The fair is going to be packed with hundreds of people. No hunter, no matter how bold, is going to trigger a mass shift or start a k

Mia remained huddled behind the canvases, her heart was beating so violently against her ribs she was certain it would shatter them. The scent, that cold, iron-like wolf musk was from Leo's dad right? She was sure she had gotten that scent immediately when he passed her. Besides, the scent still lingered in the air, clashing with the scent of citrus and sandalwood from the Cologne Leo had sprayed earlier.Leo waited for sometime, his body was as rigid as a statue, before he finally moved. He pulled the closet door open, his face pale and eyes wide with a frantic sort of relief."He’s gone," Leo whispered, reaching a hand out to her. "Mia, are you okay? I’m so sorry. I didn’t know he’d be back so soon."Mia didn't take his hand. She stepped out of the closet. She didn't look at Leo, she couldn't. The thought in her mind then was to leave as soon as possible. She needed to be in any other place but here, not in the same space with Leo. Not when Leo wasn't who he seemed he was or when h

There was silence all over the greenhouse and the only sound heard was Mia’s own jagged breathing. Leo stood right in front of her, his dark eyes fixed on hers, waiting for the truth he had already guessed."How come you are a hybrid?" Mia finally asked, her voice steadying as she realized there was no point in lying anymore.Leo let out a long, heavy sigh and leaned back against a rusted table. "My mum was human," he said simply. "She died after giving birth to me. My dad is a wolf, a high-ranked one, as you noticed. He moved us here to this human town because a hybrid doesn't exactly fit into a pack of 'pure' warriors. To them, I’m just a half- wolf. Someone who has the senses but is still wolfless. So I was just like an extra weight to them.”He looked down at his fingers. "It’s a lonely way to live, Mia. I’m not wolf enough for the packs, and I’m definitely not normal enough for the humans. That’s why I keep to myself. I seek solace in my art because the canvas doesn’t care about

Silas walked through the industrial part of town. He had been playing a game of hide-and-seek for the last hour, turning corners and doubling back just to see if that black car was still following him. He couldn’t see it anymore, but that weird, he still had the heavy feeling at the back of his neck told him he wasn't alone.When he reached the old textile mill, he looked at the long way home and then at the dark, narrow alley right next to him. He knew it was risky, but he wanted this to end. He stepped into the alley, his boots crunching on broken glass and old soda cans as he walked.He was halfway through when the shadows at both ends of the alley started to make a move.Four guys stepped out from the darkness. They were dressed in all-black tactical gear, wearing masks that covered everything but their eyes. They didn't look like regular street thugs; they moved like they were well-trained and meant business."Give it up, Vane," the one in the middle said. His voice sounded weird