All Chapters of The Luna He Gave Away : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Lyra's POVThe watcher gave me a location, a key, and no explanation.Just those two things, and then they left me alone in the corridor outside the archive, which told me whatever was inside was something they had been waiting to give me for a long time and couldn't watch me receive.I went in by myself.The oldest section of the archive was at the back, behind the records everyone used and the records nobody used anymore, and then a final section that nobody had catalogued in forty years. The numbers on the spines used a system I didn't recognize a notation style from before the current Alpha's records began.I counted shelves from the back wall the way the watcher had described.Third from the bottom. Behind a set of territorial survey volumes so old the bindings had gone soft.A sealed case. Small. Not much larger than the kind used for important correspondence.I put the key in. I opened it.The first thing inside was a dress.Infant-sized, faded pale yellow from years in the cas

Isolde's POVThe palace was quiet at midnight.That was when I worked best. Not because the silence helped me think I could think through anything, anywhere. But midnight was when the palace stopped performing. No visitors. No councillors. No one is managing what reached my desk.Just the truth of what was happening.Venn had left the reports in the order I had trained him: least urgent at the top, most urgent at the bottom. Six years. He had never once deviated.I started from the top.The first report was the Alpha convening confirmations.All twelve responding Alphas had accepted. Blackthorne's acceptance had come through his official channel, which meant Kael had read the summons and accepted it as legitimate.That was correct. The summons was legitimate. The authority behind it was genuine.I set it down and picked up the second.Venn appeared in the doorway at ten past midnight with the expression he wore when he had something to add."The northern contact's transfer came in an

Lyra's POVI found them at dawn.They were in the small corridor outside the welfare coordination room, seated against the wall with their back straight and their hands in their lap, as though they had stopped to rest and simply hadn't gotten back up.I called their name once.Nothing.I crouched down and put my hand on their shoulder and already knew, before I touched them, that it was too late.The healer came within five minutes of my call.She checked everything she was supposed to check. She asked me to step back while she worked, and I did. I stood in the corridor and watched her face and understood what she was going to say before she opened her mouth."Not illness," she said. "Whatever this was, it was fast. And it was designed to look like a heart that simply stopped."She looked at me when she said it."Designed," I repeated."Yes," she said.I looked at the watcher—at the person who had spent eight years protecting my maternal line without me knowing, who had fed Isolde fal

Lyra's POVKael's message arrived at dawn.One line. I need you here. If you're willing. Come.Gareth brought it to my chambers. He found me already pulling clothes from the chest at the foot of my bed.He looked at the bag on the floor. Then at the message in his hand."You were already packing," he said."Tell the scholar we leave in an hour," I said.We rode out before the keep was fully awake.Gareth. Four wolves. The scholar, who had said the night before that she was coming and had not asked permission. Elara, who had slept for four hours and come down to the courtyard before I did.And me.Eight people on the northern road before the morning light had settled.I had the empty case in my bag. I don't know why I brought it. I just couldn't leave it behind.The bond pull started almost immediately.Not romantic exactly. More physical than that. More like direction. Like my body had grown a compass that only pointed one way and was now telling me, constantly, that I was moving towa

Lyra’s POVThe capital inn was quiet in a way that made every creak of the old floorboards sound louder than it should. Outside, the city still moved—carriages, distant voices, the occasional shout from the street—but in this room the air felt held, like the night itself was waiting.We had one room. Not by plan. By the kind of unspoken agreement that had stopped needing words months ago. The threat outside made the space feel smaller and more honest at the same time. Two beds had been pushed close enough that the gap between them was only a suggestion. The single lamp on the table threw soft light across the worn floorboards and the heavy curtains drawn tight against the glass.Kael stood near the window for a long minute, listening, then turned and sat on the edge of the farther bed. His shoulders were still tight from the day, but his eyes found mine and stayed there. The look alone made heat pool low in my stomach. I had felt that heat for months—every time he stood too close in a