All Chapters of The Sacred Pack Of The True Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

RaeJulien Bennett’s hand remained extended between us, steady and patient despite the entire courtyard watching.For a moment, I stayed where I was.Accepting his help would have been easier than getting up alone. It also would have turned a humiliating fall into something everyone would discuss for the rest of the day.Julien wasn’t simply another student offering a hand.He was Ravenwood’s future Beta.People noticed what he did, who he spoke to, and where he chose to stand. If I accepted, the gesture would stop being kindness the moment someone repeated it.I planted my palm against the stone and pushed myself upright without touching him.“Thanks,” I said, brushing the dust from my hands. “I’ve got it.”Something shifted in Julien’s expression. He didn’t look offended or embarrassed. If anything, the refusal seemed to make him more curious.He lowered his hand without argument.I retrieved my bag and headed toward the academy doors before the crowd could decide I owed them another

RaeBy the time I reached my dorm room, the box in my arms felt heavier than its contents could explain.It carried my forgotten clothes, a few books, and the plush rabbit I had slept beside since childhood. It also carried everything that had happened in the lobby.Sonya asking whether my necklace had behaved strangely.Julien joking about becoming my boyfriend.Grant acting as though he had any right to object.All four command wolves watching me walk away.I pushed open the door and found Chrissy sitting cross-legged on her bed with a textbook open in front of her. She took one glance at my face and closed it.“Well,” she said. “That didn’t take long.”I set the box on my desk. “What didn’t?”“You becoming the most discussed person at Ravenwood Academy.”“I was already the only human here.”“That was old news.” She gestured toward me. “Now you’re the only human being followed around by Julien Bennett.”“He wasn’t following me.”Chrissy’s eyebrows rose.“He was walking to the leaders

RaeBy the next morning, Combat Training remained the one class I had been dreading since I saw it on my schedule.Every other course at Ravenwood could pretend I belonged there if everyone tried hard enough. History could be studied. Pack Law could be memorized. Strategy depended more on thought than claws.Combat belonged to wolves.The training arena sat behind the main academy building, half enclosed by dark stone walls and half open to the surrounding forest. Wide doors revealed an outdoor field marked with sparring circles, obstacle courses, and reinforced targets scarred by years of use.Inside, padded mats covered the floor. Practice staffs, wooden daggers, and dulled training blades lined the walls. The air smelled of leather, pine, and old sweat.Everyone else seemed comfortable the moment they entered.I felt as though I had stepped into territory that had already rejected me.Chrissy stood beside me, tugging nervously at the sleeves of her training shirt.“Well,” she whispe

RaeBy the time the lunch bell rang, I had lost what little appetite Combat Training had left me.Mr. Calder had spent the final ten minutes watching me as though I might perform another impossible escape if he stared hard enough. Professor Mansfield had remained in the observation gallery until we left, her attention moving between me and Ravenwood’s four command heirs with an intensity I couldn’t explain.All I wanted was twenty quiet minutes and enough food to survive the rest of the day.The cafeteria had other plans.Nearly every table was crowded by the time Chrissy and I reached the serving line. Voices bounced from the stone walls, trays clattered against wooden tables, and the smell of roasted meat and fresh bread filled the room.Chrissy collected a bowl of soup, then looked longingly toward the dessert counter.“They have chocolate cake.”“You say that like you’ve discovered buried treasure.”“I may never get another chance.”“There are at least thirty pieces.”“Exactly. A c

RaeBy the time I reached my room, gravy had soaked through my training shirt and dried cold against my skin.Chrissy followed seconds later, shutting the door hard enough to rattle the frame.“I’m going to kill her.”“You’re not.”“I’m considering it.”“You cried when you accidentally stepped on a beetle.”“That beetle was innocent.”Despite everything, my mouth almost moved.Chrissy’s anger softened when she looked at me properly. “Are you okay?”“I need to change.”It wasn’t an answer, but she let me have it.I stripped off the ruined shirt and carried it into the bathroom. Hot water faded the worst of the gravy, although a pale brown stain remained across the academy crest no matter how hard I scrubbed.Eventually, I gave up.I showered quickly without removing the moonstone, changed into my spare uniform, and braided my damp hair while Chrissy gathered my bag and checked the time.“We’re going to be late,” she said.“I know.”“You could skip.”“No.”If I hid now, everyone who had