All Chapters of Twin Moon Luna : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The auction block was made of black oak, stained dark with old blood and older tears.Sena stood on it with her wrists bound behind her back. The blindfold had been removed an hour ago, and the morning sun was cruel, too bright, making her squint. She had not seen the sun in three months, not since the slavers had pulled her from the ruins of her pack's village.She was twenty years old. She was wolf-less. She was alone.The crowd before her was a sea of faces she did not know, wolves from a dozen packs who had come to browse the merchandise. Some looked at her with pity. Most looked at her with hunger.The auctioneer, a fat man with yellow teeth, climbed onto the platform and grabbed her chin."Healer's daughter!" the auctioneer boomed across the square. "Trained in herbs and poultices! Wolf-less, yes, but pretty enough to warm any alpha's bed!"The crowd laughed. Sena's face burned with shame."Who will start the bidding?" the auctioneer called out.A hand shot up from the front row

The years that followed were a blur of hunger and cold and fear, but Lyra grew anyway, bright and curious and full of questions that no one wanted to answer. By the time she was five years old, the other children in the kennels called her bastard and wolf-less and curse, words she did not fully understand but that made her chest ache like a bruise that would not heal.One night, huddled together on their thin straw pallet, Lyra turned to her mother and asked, "Why do they hate me?"Sena's arms tightened around her daughter. "They do not hate you, little one. They fear you.""Why would they fear me?" Lyra asked. "I am just a girl. I have no wolf. I have nothing.""Because you are different," Sena said softly. "And wolves always fear what they do not understand."Lyra did not understand either, but she nodded and closed her eyes.Sena visited the kennels whenever she could manage it, sneaking down the narrow stairs with scraps of food hidden in her pockets and tattered books tucked bene

The great hall of Aldrian's fortress was packed with wolves from across his territory, all of them dressed in silks and furs and jewels that glittered in the candlelight. The air was thick with the smell of roasted meat and expensive wine, heavy with laughter and gossip and the clink of goblets. Tapestries depicting bloody hunts and triumphant battles covered every wall, and the central hearth held a fire big enough to roast an entire deer.Lyra moved through the crowd with a heavy pitcher of wine, her head down, her shoulders hunched, her coarse linen dress marking her as a servant. She filled cups, wiped spills, and stayed out of the way, just as her mother had taught her. The wolves inside her paced and snarled, their senses reaching out to touch everything in the room. She could smell things she had never noticed before, the fear on the youngest wolves and the anger simmering beneath every conversation.And beneath all of it, something else.Something that made her wolves stop and

They walked through the forest for hours, putting as much distance between themselves and Aldrian's fortress as their legs would allow. The moon guided their path, silver light filtering through the canopy of ancient trees. Sena stumbled several times, her body betraying her after eighteen years of abuse, but she refused to slow down. Every time Lyra reached out to help her mother, Sena waved her away and kept moving.Kael led them to a shallow cave hidden behind a curtain of hanging vines. The entrance was narrow, barely visible unless you knew where to look, and the space inside opened into a small alcove with a floor covered in soft moss. The walls were damp and cool, but the cave offered shelter from the wind and hiding from any wolves who might come searching for them."We rest here until dawn," Kael announced, his voice low to avoid echoing off the stone walls. He leaned his gnarled staff against the rock and scanned the entrance one more time before turning back to them. "Aldri

Dawn came slow through the trees, pale light filtering through the bare branches. Lyra's body still ached from the night before, but it was a good ache, the kind she never knew existed. Kael walked ahead of her, his hand never leaving the small of her back, possessive even with no one around to see. Sena kept pace behind them, her grey eyes watching the tree line."The northern border," Kael said, his voice low and rough from sleep. "We cross it by nightfall."Lyra looked ahead at the endless trees and shadows. "What is on the other side?""My territory," Kael replied, glancing at her with those golden eyes still hungry. "Lycans."She had heard the word before, whispered in the great hall, but no one had ever explained what it meant. "What is the difference between wolves and Lycans?"Kael stopped walking and turned to face her. His scars caught the morning light, white lines on tan skin. "Wolves shift under the moon. Lycans shift whenever we want. Wolves live sixty or seventy years.