All Chapters of A Packless Luna: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The oldest records in Moonfall had been buried for a reason. I stood in the darkest corner of the fortress archives, staring at rows of dusty shelves that looked like they had not been touched in decades. My fingers tightened around the small lantern in my hand. If the Council had destroyed the records about my family, then the official archives were useless. But they could not have destroyed everything. Not if someone had been careless enough to leave pieces behind. I pulled another old book from the shelf. Dust rose into the air. I coughed and wiped my face. “Come on,” I whispered. “Give me something.” I opened the book. Most of the pages were useless. Old pack laws. Trade agreements. Names of dead Alphas. Then I saw it. A family name. Except someone had scratched it out. I leaned closer. “Why would someone erase a name from a record?” I ran my finger over the damaged page. There were deep marks across the ink. Whoever had done it had not wanted anyone to read the

“Little heir.” The voice came from nowhere. Yet the moment I heard those two words inside my mind, my entire body froze. I was no longer standing in the archive. I was somewhere else. Somewhere warm. Somewhere that felt like home. “Little heir, you have to listen to me.” I blinked. A man's voice. Deep. Familiar. My fingers tightened around the old page. “Nyra?” Kael's voice sounded far away. I couldn't answer him. The memory pulled me deeper. I saw a large room. Wooden walls. A fire burning in a stone fireplace. Someone was kneeling in front of me. I couldn't see his face clearly, but I knew his voice. “You must never tell anyone about your blood.” I shook my head. “Why?” The man's hands held my shoulders. “Because they will come for you.” “Who?” “The Council.” My heart slammed against my ribs. I gasped. The vision disappeared. I stumbled backward. Kael caught my arm. “Nyra.” I looked at him, breathing hard. “I remembered.” His expression changed.

The moment I broke the seal, I knew I had found something I was never supposed to see. My fingers trembled as I stared at the dark mark stamped into the old parchment. The Council's authority seal. My heart began pounding. "No," I whispered. I looked around the archive. Nobody was there. The candles flickered against the stone walls, and the silence suddenly felt dangerous. I lowered my eyes to the document again. The first few lines were damaged, but enough remained for me to understand what I was reading. An order. An official order. And it was dated the same night my family died. My throat tightened. "Authorized for immediate execution..." I stopped breathing. I read the line again. Then again. My fingers tightened around the parchment. "This wasn't a rogue attack." The words barely left my mouth. Someone had ordered it. Someone had planned the deaths of my family. I continued reading. "All members of the household are to be eliminated. No survivors are to be

The moment Elder Magnus walked into Moonfall, I knew he was dangerous. I could not explain it. He smiled politely. He walked slowly. He spoke calmly. But something about him made every instinct inside me scream to stay away. Kael stood beside me as Magnus entered the room. "Alpha Kael," Magnus said. His voice was smooth. Too smooth. "Elder Magnus," Kael replied coldly. Magnus's eyes moved toward me. For one brief second, his expression changed. Shock. Recognition. Then it disappeared. "Your Luna," he said. I held his gaze. "Yes." Magnus studied me like I was something he had not expected to see. "I have heard quite a lot about you." "I'm sure you have." Kael glanced at me. Magnus smiled. "You speak boldly." "I've learned that staying quiet doesn't always keep you safe." His smile faded slightly. "Interesting." I felt Kael's arm move closer to mine. Not touching me. Just close enough for me to know he was there. Magnus noticed. Of course he did. "I came

The symbol on my mother's necklace was the same symbol I had seen in the burning village. My hands went cold. I stared at the mark on the old portrait, unable to look away. The same shape. The same strange lines. The same symbol that had appeared in my vision. "Kael," I whispered. He looked at me. "What is it?" I pointed at the necklace in the portrait. "This." His eyes narrowed. "What about it?" "I've seen it before." "Where?" "In my vision." Kael became still. "The burning village." "Yes." He took a slow breath. "What did you see?" "I saw warriors surrounding the village. I saw fire. I saw a family being dragged from their home." His face tightened. "And this symbol?" "It was carved into a stone." Kael stared at the portrait. "Nyra, we need to be careful." "I've been careful my entire life." I folded the portrait and held it against my chest. "And it still didn't save me from losing everything." Kael didn't answer. I looked toward the shelves. "I need