All Chapters of THE DORMANT LUNA Book 1: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

MICAHI never had a family.Not really. My mother died when I was six. My father was too obsessed with his research to notice I existed. I grew up alone in a house full of people who saw me as Subject Four's son instead of just Micah.Then I spent three years running. Hiding. Surviving on instinct and fear.Now I have this.Neah. The sister I never had. Stubborn and fierce and protective in ways that make my chest tight. She looks at me like I matter. Like I'm not just another experiment that survived.Elena. The mother figure who told me the truth about my father and hasn't treated me differently since. She trains beside me. Corrects my form. Makes sure I eat. Does all the small things mothers do without making a big deal about it.And Sera.Sera is something else. Something more complicated that I'm not ready to examine.We train together every afternoon. Private sessions after Aldara dismisses the group work. Just the two of us in the clearing learning how our abilities complement

NEAHSomeone talked.The vault was discovered three weeks ago. We sealed the information. Limited access to inner circle only.Now Kessler knows. Knows enough to tunnel directly toward it. Knows enough to risk everything on an underground assault.Someone leaked.I pace the war room. Fury making my hands shake. The golden energy pulses beneath my skin. Hot. Unstable."Neah," Liam says carefully. "You need to calm down.""Someone betrayed us. Again. How am I supposed to be calm?""By thinking strategically instead of emotionally.""I am thinking strategically. Strategically, we have a mole. Strategically, that mole has access to our highest-level intelligence. Strategically, we're fucked until we find them."Theo stands at the table. Tablet in hand. Already working."Who knew about the vault?" he asks.I count on my fingers. "You. Me. Liam. Caleb. Micah. Sera. Elena. Dr. Sera. Jax. Gregor. Aldara. The Lycan guards who helped with excavation.""That's fourteen people," Theo says. "Too m

CHAPTER 125NEAH---The room is quiet after the war council disperses.Just me and Liam. The bond stretched thin between us. Raw. Bleeding emotion neither of us knows how to contain.He stands at the window. Back to me. Shoulders tight.I can feel everything through the bond. His terror. His rage. His absolute helplessness."Say something," I whisper."What do you want me to say? That I support your decision to bond with something that could kill you? That I'm fine watching my mate walk toward death because it's strategically sound?""I want you to say you understand why I have to do this."He turns. Eyes dark. Wild. "I understand. That's the problem. I understand perfectly. You're willing to die to protect everyone. You're willing to sacrifice yourself because you think that's what a Luna does. And I can't stop you because you're right.""Liam—""Do you know what it's like? Feeling your fear through the bond? Knowing you're terrified but doing it anyway? Knowing that tomorrow you mi

NEAH---Two scouts dead. One missing. Corrupted hybrids already deployed in the field.Kessler isn't waiting. He's probing. Testing our defenses. Eliminating intelligence assets.The twenty-day window just collapsed.I stand in the training yard at dawn. Micah and Sera already waiting. Aldara watching from the porch."Again," I say.We've been training for three hours. Pushing our energy connection to levels that leave us shaking and exhausted.But we're getting stronger. Faster. More synchronized.Micah shields. Golden energy forming a dome around us. Stronger than yesterday. More stable.Sera tracks. Her awareness spreading through the earth. Mapping everything within seven miles now. Up from five yesterday.I heal. Pour golden light into a wolf injured during patrol. Broken leg. Internal bleeding. Injuries that should take weeks to heal.The golden energy flows through me into him. Knitting bone. Stopping bleeding. Repairing tissue.In thirty seconds, he's whole.He shifts back to

NEAHI find Diane in the studio.The self-defense studio my mother founded. The place where I spent a thousand afternoons learning to fight. To protect myself. To be strong.She's sitting on the mat in the center of the room. Alone. Staring at the wall covered in photos. Mom. Me. Diane. Students over the years. Memories frozen in frames."Hey," I say softly.She looks up. Eyes red like she's been crying. "Hey yourself."I sit beside her. Cross-legged. The way we used to when I was fifteen and needed to talk about something I couldn't say to anyone else."We need to have a conversation," I say."I know.""The real one. Not the angry version. Not the one where I yell and you apologize. The honest one."Diane nods. Takes a breath. "Where do you want me to start?""The beginning. The night of the crash. Tell me everything."She closes her eyes. When she speaks, her voice is steady but strained."Elena called me the night before. Around midnight. She was terrified. Said something had happe