All Chapters of Twin Alphas' Rare Luna : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

SebastianHe found her in the training yard at midnight.He had not gone looking. He had woken with the particular restlessness that had nothing to do with sleep and everything to do with the bond pulling his awareness toward her the way it always pulled his awareness toward her, and he had followed it without arguing with himself about whether he should.She was running the perimeter track alone in the dark.Not training. Just moving, the way she did when her mind needed her body to be in motion before it could settle. He had learned the difference weeks ago. He stood at the edge of the yard and watched her for a moment and felt his wolf go to the particular stillness it reserved for her, the complete and unhurried certainty of something that had long since stopped searching and was simply present.She slowed when she felt him there.She always felt him.She came to a stop a few feet away and pushed her hair back from her face and looked at him in the dark, her breathing evening out,

MylaElder Maren did not reach for the assessment form.That was the first thing Myla noticed. It sat closed on the table where the older woman had pushed it at the end of Chapter 62, and in the silence that followed the three of them sitting down it stayed closed, and neither of Maren's enforcement wolves moved to open it either.Whatever this conversation was going to be, it was not going to be a registration assessment."The stone," Elder Maren said. Her eyes were on the carved piece sitting between them on the table. "Where did you get it.""It was found in the ruins of my birth pack," Myla said. "After the battle.""Who found it.""Darius of Bloodstone Ridge."Something moved through the older woman's expression. Brief and controlled and entirely insufficient to tell Myla what it meant."And he gave it to you.""He kept it for twenty three years," Myla said. "He gave it to me last week. As a bargaining tool."Maren was quiet for a moment. She looked at the stone the way people lo

AlecHe found her on the balcony outside her room.Exactly where he expected.Her forearms rested against the railing, shoulders straight, gaze fixed on the dark sweep of Crimson River territory below. She was not looking at anything. Not really.Alec stopped in the doorway.He had come to talk about Rowan.The ledger. The runners. Thornfield knowing about the mandate before Crimson River’s own message could have reached them.Someone had moved faster than official channels.Someone wanted the fear spreading.Those were facts. Facts could be examined. Sorted. Contained.Myla turned her head slightly.“You’re standing there very loudly.”“I haven’t said anything.”“You don’t need to.”He crossed the room and stepped onto the balcony.The night air was cool. Cedar smoke drifted from the lower chimneys, faint beneath the sharper scent of rain somewhere beyond the northern ridge.Myla looked back over the territory.“Rowan first,” she said.Alec came to stand beside her.“He confirmed Thor

DariusThe report from Thornfield arrived before breakfast, and Darius read it twice before he allowed himself to feel anything about it.The runner had done exactly what he'd been paid to do. Word had reached the Beta two full days ahead of Maren's party. Enough time for questions to start circulating through three neighbouring territories before the Council's own delegation had finished making its case. Fear moved faster than procedure. It always had.What he hadn't planned for was Maren.He set the report down on his desk and looked out at the training yard below, where his own fighters ran drills in the grey morning light, and thought about the particular way the old woman had looked at him the last time they'd spoken. Elder Maren had never been easy to manage. She asked questions procedure didn't require and remembered answers longer than was convenient.He had expected her to file the assessment. Expected a clean, bureaucratic verdict that would let the Council act without anyon

AlecMyla was laughing when Alec reached the kitchen door. Not loudly. The quiet kind, the kind that came out through her nose because Seb had said something ridiculous and she hadn't wanted to give him the satisfaction of a real one.Seb was still holding a mug he'd finished drying two minutes ago. Alec knew because he'd been standing in the corridor that long, letter in hand, telling himself he could give them another minute before he ended it.He couldn't."Sorry," he said. "This can't wait."The laugh dropped out of her face immediately. She looked at the letter before she looked at him."What is it?"He put it on the counter because he did not trust his fingers not to shake when she took it."Ashwood Hollow. They've suspended the winter agreement."Seb set the mug down hard enough that it rattled. "The grain and medicine exchange?""Yes.""Our grandfather signed that. The year after the skirmish that nearly cost us the eastern ridge, when nobody else would risk the road to bring