Todos os capítulos de No Longer Your Luna: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

"Get off my land."Rowena's voice cut across the tree line before she'd even fully stepped into the clearing, and it silenced whatever the rival warriors had been saying to each other in low, mocking tones.She hadn't planned the words. They'd simply risen out of her, sharp and certain, the moment she saw them. Dozens of wolves in half-shift, standing in loose formation across the northern boundary stones as if they already owned the ground beneath their boots.A broad-shouldered man near the front turned toward her, unbothered. His eyes swept over her, over the barracks rising behind her, over the outcasts already spilling out of the training yard with weapons in hand."This land hasn't belonged to Moonfang in years," he said. "You've just been squatting on it.""Funny," Rowena said. "The stones say otherwise."She nodded toward the worn boundary markers half-sunk into the earth behind him, markers older than every pack currently posturing over this dirt. The man smiled like she'd to

"How many men do you need?"Bellamy asked it while strapping a blade to his thigh, already moving before Rowena had finished pulling her boots on. Bellamy was one of the newest wolves introduced into the group. A young, vibrant wolf. "Not an army," Rowena said. "An army is slow. An army gets noticed."She stood in the dim light of the barracks armory, her hands steady despite the storm raging beneath her ribs. Three children. Taken from their beds while the rest of the camp slept, while she'd spent the evening replaying Varek's offer instead of standing guard over the people who actually needed her..She wouldn't make that mistake twice tonight."Five," she said finally. "Fast. Quiet. In and out before Varek realizes we're moving."Mara was already strapping on her own weapons, her earlier panic hardened into something sharper and more useful. "I'm coming.""I need you here," Rowena said. "If this goes wrong, someone has to hold the barracks."Mara's jaw tightened, but she nodded. Tr

What kind of fool walks toward the one place she's supposed to be hiding?Rowena asked herself that question the entire run back from the ridge, her lungs burning, her legs aching from the hours she'd spent deliberately leading Ashfall scouts on a wide, winding loop through the eastern hills. It had worked exactly as she'd planned, draw their attention away from the barracks, let them think she'd be careless enough to wander alone, pull every hungry eye in Varek's army toward her instead of toward the children, the outcasts, the home she'd spent weeks building out of nothing. And it had worked too well.She'd realized her mistake only when she doubled back toward the cottage to collect the supplies she'd stashed there before cutting north again and found the forest around it already thick with scent that didn't belong there. Ashfall, dozens of them. Not scattered scouts anymore. A siege. She broke from the tree line at a dead run, snow kicking up around her boots, and the sight that g

What does a wolf become when there's nothing left to lose?.Rowena found out in the span of a single heartbeat, standing in that doorway with silver burning behind her eyes and Dean's blood soaking into the snow at Varek's feet. She didn't remember deciding to move. One moment she was held down by Varek's warriors; the next she was a blur of motion, closing the distance between herself and Varek's raised blade faster than his warriors could react. Her claws caught his wrist before the strike could fall, and the crack of bone beneath her grip was the first sound to break the clearing's stunned silence.Varek howled, staggering back, his blade falling useless into the snow. And then the barracks arrived. Bellamy burst from the tree line first, a dozen outcasts behind him, weapons raised, faces set with the particular fury of people who had finally found something worth fighting for and refused to lose it. They weren't soldiers. Rowena knew that better than anyone, most of them had held

How long can a man live outside the walls of a life he isn't allowed back into?Rowena found herself asking that question more often than she wanted to admit, usually in the quiet hour just after dawn, when she'd step outside the barracks and find evidence of Dean's night scattered across the clearing like proof of a ghost who refused to leave. He'd been there for weeks now. He'd taken up residence beneath the same old oak tree where he'd once knelt and laid his cloak in the snow, and there he'd stayed; through rain, through the bitter early-spring cold, through nights Rowena knew dropped well below freezing. He built himself a crude lean-to from branches and bark, nothing more than a child might construct, and he slept beneath it with nothing but his own coat for warmth.He hunted his own food. She'd watched him once, from the window, bringing down a rabbit with a patience that looked nothing like the Supreme Alpha who'd once had an entire kitchen staff at Moonkeep catering to his e