All Chapters of The Luna He Rejected Is The Millennium Wolf : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Damien's POVMy body locked mid-motion, muscle answering half a second late to every command I gave it. Whatever Morrigan had done to me wasn't finished yet.Across the room, Sienna knelt with blood at her mouth, her eyes gone pale silver, hair carrying the same color through it now. The numbers ran themselves before I let myself feel anything else. If she died here, the bond took me with her."Morrigan. Let her go." The words came out louder than I meant them, loud enough that glasses cracked on the nearest table. "Whatever you think you're owed tonight, you'll get it from me. Not her."Morrigan's mouth started to curve into something clever, and then it didn't finish. One hand caught at empty air, her feet resetting a half-step wider, like the floor had shifted under her without warning. Gone almost as fast as it came, replaced by that same flat calm. But I saw it happen."Struggle if it helps you feel something's still yours," she said, voice a little too even now.What was she pla

Sienna's POV"Mom. You called me?"My hair was still half-tangled from sleep, one shoe on, my bag already packed by the door. At sixteen, this was the day I'd waited for since I understood what wanting something meant. My mother always told me a woman with my mind could pass the trial without a wolf standing behind her. Most mornings I believed her. This one my stomach wouldn't settle. I still hadn't shifted, and the trial didn't care whose daughter I was."Come sit with me first." Her voice drifted up the stairs soft, slow, dressed up like good news.Upstairs, my father coughed, one long pull that didn't finish clean, and stopped. He'd been sick two weeks now, since the fight with Alpha Adrian. Making him proud today mattered more than it ever had. Down the stairs fast, hand sliding the rail the whole way.She was already at the table. A cup sat in front of her, untouched, no steam left rising off it."Sit." She nodded at the chair across from her."Mom, I'm going to be late." I stay

Rienna's POVI had counted four hundred rings in the bark of the Golden Orb tree by the time Riven called my name. Four hundred, and I still couldn't say whether that made today longer than the birthday before it, or shorter.I marked each ring with my thumbnail so I wouldn't lose count past three hundred. The bark had gone soft in places, worn down by however many years of my own thumb dragging over the same grooves.Twenty-three. The same age Sienna would be now, if the years still counted the same way for both of us.I stayed where I was, at the roots. There was no reason to hurry toward a conversation I already knew by heart. I'd asked him the same question every year since I was old enough to understand what a wall was, and every year he gave me back the same seven words, said like they still meant something new.You were never meant to see the world.Some nights I lay still and repeated those words until they lost their shape. It never worked. They always came back whole, every

Damien's POVBlood ran down my jaw from a cut too clean for a blade. A single leaf had done it, drifting past my cheek and opening the skin like paper. I didn't understand how, and I didn't have time to work it out.She sat above me on a low branch, legs swinging, turning another leaf between two fingers like she'd already forgotten the first one had drawn blood at all.I healed the cut walking toward her, slow, watching the pink of her dress catch against the snow. Her expression gave nothing away.Then it hit.Pain tore through my skull. My knees found the ground before I decided to let them. Blood came up in my mouth. My vision split red and green, bleeding into each other until neither made sense, and my sword hit the dirt hard enough to crack it."Argh."What's happening to me?You've taken in too much, my wolf said.Her voice arrived before my vision cleared, and the pain doubled the second I heard it."Little wolf." Soft, almost fond, the tone of someone speaking to something s

Sienna's POVI hadn't slept in days. Every hour I lay there the same thoughts came back around.Was tonight the night? Could I trust what Angela told me, or was I about to chase something into the forest that wasn't even real?What if it went wrong out there? What if she'd lied to me?I needed to decide before I lost my nerve.I checked the clock. Past midnight. Everyone asleep.I sat up and crossed the room. Lydia lay in the corner bed, one arm over her face. Angela curled near the door, breathing even."I won't leave either of you," I said, quiet, mostly for myself. I pulled a duvet off the hook and stepped outside.Cold hit me the second the door shut. I wrapped the duvet tighter and stood there, breath fogging in the dark.Then I saw him.Damien, walking toward me out of the trees. A faint light sat around him, like something had been lit under his skin.My chest went tight before I understood what I was even looking at."Damien?" His name broke coming out of me.He kept walking,