บททั้งหมดของ The moon rocks lost luna: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Lyra woke to a smell that made her stomach twist. Smoke. Sharp, choking, wrong. Her small chest heaved as the scent filled the room, curling into her lungs like it wanted to burn her from the inside.At first, she froze, unsure if she was dreaming. But then came the sound. A howl — not the familiar welcome of Emberclaw under the moon, but something jagged, urgent, angry.Her hands tightened into fists. Cinder? she whispered in her mind.Something is wrong, Cinder replied immediately, tense and coiled around her awareness. Stay quiet.The bedroom door shivered. A crash somewhere outside sent a tremor through the floor beneath her. Her heart pounded like a drum in her ears. The blankets tangled around her legs, but she didn’t have time to think about them.Then her parents burst in, eyes wide and glowing faintly. Her father’s claws had already broken through his fingertips. There was blood on his shoulder.“Lyra!” Her mother’s voice shook, but there was steel beneath it.Lyra’s little b

Lyra’s POVLyra stepped carefully through the frost-dusted underbrush, each footfall measured. Her legs were stiff, her small body still aching from the run through the town and the forest beyond, but Cinder’s presence burned inside her, steady and urgent. Keep moving. Step by step. You can do this.The scents of the forest shifted as she moved north. There was the faint tang of pine and wet earth, but beneath it, sharper, subtler, she detected it: wolf. Not one, but many. The scent was layered, distant yet undeniable. Lyra’s nose twitched involuntarily as she crouched behind a low log, inhaling. Cinder flared with excitement inside her chest. We’re close. This is the pack.Her legs carried her cautiously toward a small rise in the terrain. From here, she could see the faint outlines of movement among the trees: shapes sleek and gray, brown, and black, slipping between trunks and over roots. The howls came next, rolling across the clearing in waves, confirming what she already suspect

The crisp September air carried a faint bite as Oscar padded along the ridge overlooking the main clearing. The pack was stirring below, preparing for what should have been a celebration of milestones, but the wind… the wind didn’t feel right. Something under it moved, something shifting in the forest that wasn’t quite there, and his muscles tensed despite the morning chill. Even the leaves seemed sharper today, rustling against one another with an edge that made his fur bristle. He exhaled slowly, forcing himself to focus. The pack would notice if their alpha showed unease, even a flicker, and he could not allow that.He had grown up believing that he would never bond for life, that his bloodline bore a curse designed to deny the Moon Rocks Pack a luna. Love was a foreign concept, a dangerous indulgence. Yet now, standing there and scanning the edge of the trees where shadows moved in subtle patterns, he realized how much he had come to rely on Lyra. Ever since she had arrived as a f

Lyra woke to a stirring she could not explain, a sudden tension coiling in her chest like a live wire. The crisp September air slipped through the partially open window, carrying scents she could not name, yet something about them felt familiar, intimate, and urgent. Her heart thumped with an unfamiliar rhythm, and Cinder, coiled deep within her, screamed—not in fear, not in anger, but in a voice that cut straight through the mundane awareness of her morning. It was a scream of need, insistence, and recognition. Lyra bolted upright in her bed, the sheets tangling around her legs, emerald eyes wide, scanning the empty room.It was then she heard it, faint yet unmistakable—a mirrored urgency, a roar from somewhere outside her consciousness. Solstice’s voice, piercing and raw in her mind, echoing through her own wolf. Oscar’s wolf, calling to her, insisting she find him. Her breath caught. A sensation unlike anything she had ever felt before pulsed through her veins, a magnetic pull that

The candlelight flickered softly against the walls, casting long, warm shadows across the small room Lyra now called her own. Outside, the Moon Rocks Pack slept fitfully, warriors and scouts patrolling the borders, the forest quiet but never fully at rest. But inside, the world had shrunk to the two of them. Lyra lay on the bed, blankets pulled up to her chin, Cinder coiled protectively beneath her skin, a low, content hum vibrating through her consciousness. Oscar sat at the edge of the bed, long legs stretched out, hand resting lightly over hers. For a long moment, neither spoke. They simply existed in the space between, letting the connection pulse and thrum in a rhythm only they could feel. Solstice echoed Cinder’s soft hum, their wolves aligned in a harmony that resonated through mind and heart. Lyra finally broke the silence, her voice small but steady. “I… I don’t know how to do this,” she admitted, green eyes fixed on the wavering candle. “Being Luna, being… you. Being… us.”