All Chapters of The Unbound Luna: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

That night, Damon stayed alone in the study until late.The wind and snow howled outside, but the desk was a mess like never before. For the first time, he carefully went through the ledgers and letters Yuna had left behind.The further he looked, the darker his expression grew.Every small issue he had thought he had handled with a single word had actually been patched up by her. Which young wolves needed medicine in winter, which salt routes should avoid the silver mines, which border leaders hated being undercut... all of it was written down in meticulous detail.Damon stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar handwriting, and his chest tightened as if something was slowly squeezing him from the inside.He suddenly realized how little he really knew Yuna. It was almost laughable.What annoyed him even more was that late at night, when he reached for the lamp that should have been refilled, he found it nearly burned out.These were the small things he had never had to worry about.

Outside the gates of Shadowthorn Pack, Damon stood in the snow, his shoulder still not fully healed.He was slightly thinner than half a month ago, and his features looked colder. But beneath that coldness was a weight of unspoken emotions, making him seem more burdened than before.Yuna descended the long stone steps in her white cloak, stopping a few paces away from him."Why are you here?"Damon's throat tightened as he looked at her.Her face was still the same, but standing at the gates of the Shadowthorn pack, she was nothing like the girl he remembered.There was an edge to her that came from deep inside, and every part of her radiated a cold, lethal strength."Come back with me." Damon's voice was tighter than he intended, even to his own ears. "I know the fire in the basement wasn't an accident. I'll find out what happened with Vera's crash too. Come back with me and heal."Yuna stared at him as if he'd said something absurd."Back?" she echoed softly. "Back to being

The moment Vera vanished, Damon felt a strange calm settle over him.If she had stayed in the main house, playing weak and innocent, he might have been able to buy some time. But her flight was an admission of guilt.The guards quickly searched her room and found a pile of things she hadn't managed to take.There were notes between her and Rowan, receipts for silver dust, and a hastily drawn map of the Northlands. Most damning of all was a half-written letter. There was only one sentence on it."Once she's dead, the Alpha will be completely mine."There was no need to guess who the "she" was.Damon stared at the thin sheet of paper, the last trace of warmth in his eyes gone.He finally understood just how long Vera had been deceiving him.It wasn't one or two lies. From the moment they met, every step had been calculated. And he had held someone like that in his arms and protected her.Damon folded the letter, his voice cold and emotionless. "Find her."-At the same time,

The moment Vera lunged, Yuna didn't hesitate. She shifted into her white wolf form and leaped to the side.The silver dust scattered in the air as the white wolf slammed into Vera from the side, flipping her onto the ground. The bag of silver dust flew from her hands, and she let out a sharp scream as she hit the rocky floor.She tried to scramble up, but a snow-white paw pressed heavily on her shoulder and pinned her down.Yuna didn't strike. She simply lowered her head, icy blue wolf eyes fixed on Vera like she was staring at a piece of trash long overdue for disposal.Vera was finally afraid. Her face pressed against the cold stone, her voice trembling. "Don't kill me. Yuna, I was wrong, I really was—"The white wolf didn't move.Damon stood a few steps away. He watched Yuna pin Vera down, his throat tight as if something were stuck.In the past, he would have instinctively worried about Vera. Now, all he felt was the weight of his own guilt.He swallowed hard, and his voi

The day after the trial, Yuna didn't leave the Northlands right away.She went first to the Frostveil Pack cemetery.Snow lay over the gravestones, a vast stretch of white that looked like silent moonlight from afar.Kyle walked with her to the edge of the cemetery, then stopped.Yuna entered by herself.She stood before her parents' stones and was silent for a long moment. Then, she slowly knelt and let her hand rest gently on the cold stone."I'm late," she whispered.The wind swept across the snowfield. No one responded to her words.Yet for the first time, Yuna didn't feel broken. She didn't feel crushed under the weight of her own pain.This time, she hadn't come bruised and broken, seeking someone to fight her battles or wipe her tears.She had taken back her justice with her own hands before even setting foot here.She looked down, her voice soft but steady. "I chose the wrong person before and took the wrong path. But from today on, I'll walk the rest of it right."