Alle Kapitel von The Luna’s Trial: Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 8

Tamara’s POVI sat across the manager’s table, my résumé clutched so tightly my knuckles ached, fingernails pressing little scars into my skin. I forced a brave smile, adjusting my posture to look more confident than I felt. For a moment, my eyes caught a glimpse of a shadow outside the window, tall, hairy, oddly animal‑like.“I’m definitely seeing things,” I muttered under my breath.“Miss Tamara?” the manager prompted, raising a questioning eyebrow. “Why do you want to work here?”Blinking, I dragged myself back to reality. “I… I need the experience,” I stammered, my fingers tapping nervously on the résumé as if answers would magically appear. “I’m hardworking, and I–”The manager glanced at the clock above my head, irritation creeping into his voice. “We don’t have all day, Miss Tamara.”A whisper brushed against my ear, low and haunting. My eyes darted to the window, then back to him. Get yourself together, Tamara, I pleaded inwardly.“I love reading and–“A low howl echoed faintly

Tamara’s POVThe ringing from my faint still echoed in my skull as Tati’s brush glided through my hair, steadying me while she fussed over how important today was for me. I blinked, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My voice came out hoarse. “Tati… can I ask you something?“Of course, dear. What more do you want to know?” she affirmed warmly, carefully brushing through my full thick long brown hair, its luscious strands relaxing past my shoulders.“I’d only seen him once, just a glance before my… you know.” My hand brushed the scar on my shoulder, memories flooding back. “I didn’t even know his name. But at the hospital, half-conscious, I remember calling out for him. Percy. How?”Her comb stilled. Her eyes flicked up, sharp and knowing. “The bond doesn’t wait for introductions. Your wolf sensed him the instant your paths crossed his name etched itself into you before words could.”“What about in the alley?” Our stares met in the mirror. “How did they find me? I was half-consci

Tamara's POVJenna tilted her head in confusion, first at the café mirror and then back at me. Worry etched deep lines across her face as she shook me, forcing my gaze to meet hers. My heart hammered like a drum inside my chest, and I was grateful she wasn’t a werewolf, grateful she couldn’t hear the rhythm that betrayed me. A part of me wondered if I had finally accepted that title: wolf.Anxiety surged through me. “Jenna, I have to go.”Her brows furrowed. “What? You can’t leave. Leave where? This café is your home, remember?”“Sis, there’s a lot I need to explain, and I owe you that. But right now, if I stay, I’ll put you in danger.”She scoffed, anger rising with every word. “Danger? I saw my half-conscious sister dragged away by strange men when I thought she was dying. Then you vanish for weeks, and now you appear through the back door dressed like this? Do you expect me to fold my arms and let you walk out again, as if the past few weeks haven’t been hell?” Her voice cracked at

Jenna’s POVI’ve learned life has a way of piling surprises on me. Never knew our dad, then mom disappeared. I dropped out of school to work, just to keep Tamara’s bills paid. And now? Turns out my little sister is a werewolf. Not even a witch to make things easier, but a wolf. Life’s sense of humor is cruel sometimes.“Pass me the sugar, please,” a customer’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I slid the jar across, forcing a smile.I turned back to finish the orders when a hand clamped around my wrist. I spun, still smiling like the perfect hostess. “Do you need anything else?”A bearded man among four others leaned back, voice rough. “Been a while since I spotted your little nerd. Is it Tamina? Tamika…?” He glanced at his men, waiting for the right name.I answered firmly, still sweet. “Tamara.”“Thank you for the reminder.” He sipped his tea, nodding. “So, where is she?”My stomach tightened. I sneaked a look at the clock, almost closing time. “And who might you be? You look new