All Chapters of The Sacred Pack Of The True Luna: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

RaeThe words seemed to pulse on the yellowed page.Behind me, Brax checked the bathroom again while Linc leaned through the open window, searching the darkness below. Julien stood between me and the door, one hand already holding his phone.Chrissy’s bed remained empty.Her shoes were gone. So was the jacket she had been wearing when Jesse and I left for the festival.“Call her,” Julien said.I dragged my phone from my pocket. My fingers slipped over the screen before I managed to find her name. The first call rang out unanswered. I tried again, barely breathing until the line finally connected.“Chrissy?”“Rae?” Her voice was breathless. “Where are you?”“In our room. Where are you?”A pause followed.“What do you mean, where am I? You texted me to meet you behind the library.”“I never sent you anything.”The line went silent.Julien held out his hand, but I put the phone on speaker instead.“Chrissy,” he said, “are you alone?”“I think so.”“Do not move. Tell me exactly where you

RaeI woke still feeling Grant’s sleeve twisted inside my fist, though my hand was empty.For several disoriented seconds, the memory remained stronger than the room around me. His hands around my shoulders. His voice cutting through the panic. The bitter scent of herbs and burned resin turning into wet pine, cold earth, and smoke.Then the dorm ceiling sharpened above me.Chrissy slept in the bed across from mine, curled beneath her blanket with one arm tucked under her cheek. Morning light slipped between the curtains and caught on the silver threads woven through the new wards around the window.Two guards had remained outside our floor all night. Another had been stationed near the stairwell. Every entrance had been checked, sealed, and checked again before Mansfield finally convinced everyone to leave.Grant had been the last one out.He had stood in the doorway with his attention moving between the guards, the window, and me, as though he expected the intruder to return the seco

RaeI looked back at Jesse. “Know what?”“Whatever happened.”“They were involved.”“How?”“I’m not discussing that either.”His gaze stayed fixed on Julien, Brax, and Linc at the bottom of the history building steps.“Convenient.”My patience thinned. “What is?”“That all four of them keep finding reasons to be around you.”A spark of anger moved through me.“They do not need reasons. This is their pack.”“And that means they get to know everything about you?”“No.”“They were allowed into the meeting.”“Because they are Ravenwood’s future command wolves.”The answer sounded incomplete even to me.Mansfield had just translated ancient pages claiming four command bonds would gather around the heir of a hidden lunar bloodline.The boys had looked at me as though every instinct inside them had already accepted something none of us understood.But Jesse knew none of that.All he knew was that they had been included and he had not.“Until I leave after graduation,” I continued, “I am stil

Julien“She’s my mate.”For a moment, I thought I had misunderstood him.Not because the words were impossible.Because they explained far too much.Grant stood at the bottom of the history building steps, his attention fixed across the lawn. Rae and Chrissy had nearly reached the east dormitory, with Officer Dane following several paces behind them. Jesse was already heading in the opposite direction, his shoulders rigid beneath his expensive jacket.Linc looked past Grant toward Rae.“She stopped.”Grant’s gaze sharpened. “What?”“When you said it.” Linc nodded toward the dormitory. “She stopped walking.”I followed his attention.Rae had turned toward us. From this distance, she should not have heard anything Grant said, especially when he had lowered his voice enough that I barely caught the confession while standin

 RaeThe crack was so thin I might have missed it if Mansfield had not turned the necklace toward the light.A dark line cut through the lower curve of the silver crescent, stopping just before the moonstone. It looked harmless, barely wider than a strand of hair, but Mansfield’s fear filled the air with enough cold electricity to make my teeth ache.Grant took another step toward me.Pain tightened behind my eyes before he reached the edge of the mat.Mansfield turned sharply. “Stay back.”His body went rigid. “Is that the fracture the translation warned about?”“I cannot answer that until I examine it.”“You saw the crack.”“I saw damaged silver. That does not tell me what is happening inside the spell.”Students still crowded the edges of the gym, watching us with badly disguised curiosity. Whispers crawled