All Chapters of A Packless Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CHAPTER 1Nyra’s POVI learned how to run before I learned how to trust anyone in this world, and that feels like a sad thing to know about yourself when you’re only a kid. The night they killed my family, the whole sky burned red, like someone had set the clouds on fire, and even now, years later, I still hear their screams in my head when it gets quiet. I still smell the blood, that thick, metal smell that gets stuck in your nose and won’t leave, and no matter how far I run across dry lands or through dark forests, that memory follows me like a second shadow.“Run, Nyra!” Those were the last words my mother ever said to me, and her voice was desperate, sharp and breaking all at once, like a stick snapping under someone’s foot. I didn’t understand what was happening back then because I was only a girl, too young to know that monsters didn’t always look like monsters with fangs and claws. Some of them wore the faces of wolves, our own kind, and that was the scariest part. I remember

CHAPTER 3Nyra’s POVI laughed and I could not stop it, it came out sharp, bitter, almost broken, and it startled me even as I did it because it was not a laugh I wanted to feel inside me but it was the only thing I could do, and when I looked at him again I realized he was completely serious, his face calm, his eyes steady, and it made something twist in my chest because seriousness like that was dangerous, the kind that carried weight and knew exactly what it wanted, and I could feel it pressing against me even though he had only just stepped into my life, and I told him, “You just met me, you do not even know my name” and he only looked at me like he knew enough, and myChest tightened because people who think they know enough usually know too much and that made every hair on my body rise, and I asked him, “And what makes you think I would agree to this” and he answered simply, “Because you are tired of running,” and those words hit harder than I wanted them to because he was right

CHAPTER 5Nyra’s POVThat night, everything changed again. I woke to a sound so soft it could have been mistaken for nothing at all, but my instincts screamed at me, sharp and urgent, a warning too loud to ignore. My body moved before my mind fully registered, rolling just as a blade slammed into the space where my chest had been only a second ago. A low curse, “Damn,” cut through the dark, and every muscle in me coiled instinctively, senses alive, heightened, razor-sharp.“You picked the wrong night,” I said, voice steady but low, and the assassin lunged. We collided with a force that made the room shrink around us, fast, violent, and silent, each movement precise, measured, and deadly. My hands moved almost on their own, twisting, disarming, slamming him to the ground, every strike controlled, purposeful.“Who sent you?” I demanded, chest heaving, heart pounding like a war drum in my ears. He only smirked at me, eyes glinting with challenge, defiance, arrogance. Then, a flash—poison

CHAPTER 7Nyra’s POVI shouldn’t follow him but the first thought in my head as I walk behind Kael is that I must not. The second thought is that I do not stop. The training grounds fade behind us but I can still feel their eyes their whispers their fear clinging to my skin like dust. Yet something else lingers too respect small fragile but real.Kael does not say a word as we move through the long stone corridors of Moonfall Fortress. His silence is heavy not empty like there are things he wants to say but will not. That irritates me more than anything.If you are going to stare I say finally not looking at him at least say what is on your mind. His footsteps do not falter. Hold still. I frown. What. Before I can react his hand wraps around my wrist and pulls me into a room. The door shuts behind us with a soft click. I turn sharply. What are you— Sit. I blink then laugh. Do I look like one of your soldiers. No he says calmly you look injured. That shuts me up for a second. I have ha

CHAPTER 9Nyra’s POVSomething they’re afraid of. His words stay in my head long after the Council leaves. Long after the hall empties. Long after the whispers begin. Because they don’t stop. They never do.The Council will strip him of his title… This is madness… He chose her over everything… Every word follows me like a shadow as I walk through the corridors. But I don’t react. I don’t slow down. I don’t show weakness. That’s how you survive.Still… something feels different. They’re not just whispering about me anymore. They’re whispering about us. And that’s more dangerous than anything else.I push open the doors leading outside. The cool air hits my face instantly. Sharp. Grounding. Good. I need that because my thoughts are too loud. Then I fall. I clench my fists. Why would he say that? Why would he choose that? It doesn’t make sense. No one has ever chosen me before. Not my pack. Not my family. Not anyone. So why him?You look like you’re about to break something. I don’t turn