All Chapters of Twin Alphas' Rare Luna : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

MylaElna closed the last jar and set it back in the crate. "At the current doses, we reach day forty. If Poppy's fever comes back before then, we start choosing between her and the elders. There isn't a version where everyone gets a full dose."Myla wrote the number down. Day forty. Not six weeks anymore. A date.A date that would arrive whether they found another source in time or not. Elna didn't say anything else. She just started re-sorting the jars by how many days each one held, as if arranging them differently might buy back time neither of them actually had.The door opened, and Seb came in stamping snow off his boots, a slip of paper in one hand."Hensley remembers a stand of feverroot near the old northern watchtower. Past the ridge, past where anyone's patrolled in years.""How sure is he?""Not very. He was a boy the last time he saw it. Could be gone. Could be smaller than he remembers. And it's two days out and two days back, through ground nobody has properly mapped i

SebastianSeb noticed the change before Rowan finished pinning the morning rotations to the board.Myla’s name had been removed from the eastern shelter inspection.Tessa’s had been written in its place.He read the line twice, as if the ink might rearrange itself into something less obvious.“Did Tessa volunteer for this?” he asked.Rowan glanced at the board. “Myla changed it last night.”“Of course she did.”“She said Tessa needs experience with the outer shelters.”“Tessa has experience.”“That’s what I said.”“And?”Rowan gave him a tired look. “She asked whether I disagreed with the assignment strongly enough to overrule the Luna.”Seb almost laughed.That sounded like Myla. Calm, reasonable and already holding the answer she expected you to give.“Where did she put herself?”“Western records. Supply reconciliation.”A task that required no partner and kept her indoors for most of the day.Convenient.The side door opened before he could decide whether to confront her. A young p

MylaThe gate wolves called it before Myla saw them.Two riders on the north road, moving slow.She reached the courtyard as Rhea and Corin came through the gate. Rhea was walking her horse the last stretch on foot, favouring her right leg. Corin sat his saddle like he had forgotten how to get down. He was holding a leather satchel against his chest with both hands.Elna crossed the yard before anyone said anything."Give it to me before you fall on it."Corin blinked at her. Then he handed her the satchel with the careful, wide-eyed slowness of a man who had walked four days holding one thing.Elna opened it on the nearest supply table. She did not gasp or cry. She looked. Then she said, quietly, "Some of it's viable.""How much?" Alec had come up behind Myla without her hearing him.Elna sorted the roots into two piles with quick hands. One pile was the size of both her fists. The other was smaller."Enough for Poppy. Enough for the elders. Enough for the trainees to finish their co

MylaWord came in from the southern rider before breakfast.Thistlebrook’s wagon was two hours from the border.For the first hour after the news, Crimson River moved the way it had not moved in weeks. Elna sent two apprentices ahead with clean crates and inventory lists. Rowan pulled the cold-storage keys and had them ready at the gate. Seb assigned an escort of six wolves to meet the wagon at the last river crossing. Tomas came down to the courtyard with his coat on and did not sit down.Alec put on the heavier coat he only wore for formal business. Myla saw him check the seal at his belt twice.“You want me to stay behind,” she said.“I want you visible. So does the pack.” He did not soften it. “Thistlebrook is doing this because I asked personally. They should see who they’re doing it for.”She nodded and went for her own coat.The border road ran along the river for the last half mile, then climbed a low rise to the actual boundary stone. The wagon came into view just as they cre

AlecDena and Luis rode out inside the hour.Alec stood at the study window and watched them clear the gate. Two riders in dark coats, moving fast because the ground was still hard and the snow had not started again yet. Rowan had told them exactly what to look for and exactly what not to do if they found it. One of them would turn back the moment the trail left the main road.Alec turned from the window.He needed to draft a message to Thistlebrook that did not sound like it was drafted by a man whose wife had ridden out of her own gate at first light. He needed to write it precisely, because Thistlebrook was already halfway between suspicion and disengagement, and one wrong sentence would lose the alliance entirely.He sat at the desk.He picked up the pen.He began the salutation. He crossed it out. He began it again. He crossed it out again. He set the pen down and stared at the sheet of paper.His hands were steady. That was the part he could not quite forgive. His hands were ste