All Chapters of THE BROKEN LUNA’S REVENGE : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The silk of my ceremonial gown whispered against the stone floor as I took another slow breath, trying to calm the frantic beating of my heart. Standing before the tall mirror in my chambers, I barely recognized the woman staring back at me.Aria Nightshade, Luna of the Silver Moon Pack.Tonight, the title would become official. Tonight, I would complete the mating bond with Alpha Logan Blackwood before the entire pack, under the watchful eyes of the Moon Goddess herself."You look beautiful, Luna." My handmaiden, Mira, adjusted the silver pin in my hair, her fingers gentle and sure. "Alpha Logan will not be able to look away."I offered her a soft smile, though inside I trembled with a mixture of excitement and nerves. Logan and I had been mated in the eyes of the Moon Goddess since we turned eighteen, our souls tethered by an invisible thread that pulled us toward one another. But the ceremony tonight would make it official before the pack. Tonight, I would stand at his side as his

The forest swallowed me whole.I walked through darkness so complete that I could not see my own hands before me. The moon had vanished behind thick clouds, as if the Goddess herself had turned her face away from my shame. Branches clawed at my ceremonial dress, the fabric I had not bothered to change, tearing holes in the silk that had taken weeks to embroider.But I could not stop.Behind me, the lights of the Silver Moon Pack grew smaller and smaller until they were nothing but distant pinpricks in the night. Ahead of me lay only wilderness, the untamed lands that existed between pack territories where rogues hunted and lone wolves rarely survived.I had walked for what felt like hours when exhaustion finally forced me to stop. My legs gave out beneath me, and I collapsed against the rough bark of an ancient oak, sliding down until I sat among the roots. The cold seeped through my torn gown, through my skin, into my bones.The pain of the rejection still ripped through me in waves.

The stranger released me slowly, as though afraid I might bolt like a frightened deer.I did not move. I could not move. My eyes remained fixed on our joined blood, crimson meeting crimson, glowing with a light that had no place in the natural world. The sight held me frozen, caught between terror and wonder.What are you? The words escaped my lips before I could stop them.The stranger smiled, and in the moonlight I saw his face clearly for the first time. He was young, perhaps my age, with sharp features and eyes that held an ancient knowing. His hair was dark like mine, and something in his bone structure echoed features I had seen only in my mother's old portraits.My name is Darian, he said. And the question is not what I am, but what we are. What you are, Aria Nightshade.How do you know my name?I have been searching for you since the moment your blood awakened. The Crimson Line calls to its own across any distance. When you were rejected and exiled, when your pain and desperat

The mountain tested me from the first breath of dawn.Elder Lyra wasted no time on gentle introductions or gradual transitions. The morning after I claimed the blade, she appeared at my cabin door with Darian at her side and something like anticipation in her ancient eyes.Training begins today, she announced. Dress warmly and eat well. You will need both.I obeyed without question, pulling on the warmest clothes I had been given and forcing down a breakfast my stomach barely accepted. Nerves twisted through my gut, but beneath them lay something else, something that had been growing since the moment my fingers touched the crystal blade.Anticipation. Hunger. The desire to become something more than the broken Luna who had crawled into these mountains.Darian led me away from the settlement, away from the cave of ancestors, away from any landmark I might have used to navigate. We walked until the sun stood directly overhead, then kept walking until it began its downward arc toward eve

Dawn broke like a blade across the mountain, sharp and unforgiving.I stood in the training ground behind the settlement, a flat stretch of rock worn smooth by centuries of use. My body ached from the night before, from the touch of the first, from the power that still hummed beneath my skin like a second heartbeat.Mentor faced me across the stone, his ancient eyes missing nothing.You have carried your wolf since birth, he said. But you have never truly known her. The rejection damaged her, wounded her, made her afraid. Today, we begin the healing.I frowned. My wolf is part of me. I know her as well as I know myself.He smiled, and there was no cruelty in it. You know the version of her that was safe, contained, acceptable. You do not know the wolf that existed before the mate bond, before the pack, before the expectations of others. That wolf is still inside you, waiting to be freed.I felt something stir at his words, a presence that had been quiet for so long I had almost forgot