All Chapters of THE BLOOD MOON LUNA: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

The candles had burned down to their last inch yet Selene didn’t move.She sat at the head of the dining table she’d spent three hours setting... White cloth, silver cutlery, the good wine Victor kept locked in the cellar that she’d broken into with a hairpin because tonight was supposed to mean something. But instead, she watched the wax drip onto the cloth and thought about nothing at all.The clock above the fireplace read 11:47.Her phone screen lit up and she grabbed it so fast, she nearly knocked her glass over.It was a text from Mira, the only person she found confidence in, after the incident."You still up?"She set it face-down.Across the table, Victor’s plate sat untouched. The food had gone cold at nine. She’d covered it at ten and at eleven she’d stopped pretending she was going to reheat it.After Five years of marriage, She’d learned to stop counting the disappointments. But anniversaries, she’d told herself anniversaries were different. Anniversaries were the one nig

The bar was loud enough to drown in which was why she’d chosen it.Selene had driven for twenty minutes with no destination, just headlights and dark road and the windows down because the house had started feeling like a closed fist, and she’d ended up here — Revel, a wolf bar on the edge of neutral territory, the kind of place where Lunas' didn’t come alone and nobody asked your pack name if you didn’t offer it first.She’d taken a stool at the far end of the counter and ordered something she didn’t know the name. All she did was point to the bottle. The bartender, a young, smart man was sensible enough not to make conversation. He simply poured the liquor without comment and moved away.That was forty minutes ago.The glass in front of her was her third. Or fourth. She’d stopped being precise about it.Around her, the bar moved and breathed like a living thing. Bodies were pressed close, music was too loud to think over, laughter cut through the bass in bright irregular bursts. Here

She wore red.Victor had laid it out on the bed before she woke up. He got her a gown the colour of something expensive and attention-commanding, cut to make her look like exactly what he needed her to be tonight.His decorative perfect doll.She’d put it on without a word, because the fight from two nights ago was still in the walls of this house and she didn’t have the energy to start another one, and because somewhere between the bar and the dawn and three hours of shallow, broken sleep, she had made a quiet decision to move through today like water, finding the path of least resistance, causing no disruption, drawing no attention to the thing sitting in her chest that still hadn’t fully resolved into a feeling she could name.Cedar. Rain-soaked cedar.The banquet hall of Ashfang’s diplomatic residence was already half-full when they arrived. It was a neutral ground, technically. The kind of building that belonged to the inter-pack council rather than any single Alpha, used for exa

She found him in the east corridor,or he was already there. She couldn't exactly say which came first— whether she'd walked that direction with a reason, or whether something older than reason had simply moved her feet and let the rest of her catch up later, making excuses.Either way, there he was.He was standing at the window at the corridor's end, still in his dark shirt... His sleeve now rolled up. She couldn't help but notice the gel in his hair, how mature he looked from behind, how she found herself walking towards him, like there was this invisible magnetic force between them. "Fuck! What am I doing?" She made a fist, stoping seven feet away from him. He heard her coming, he'd always heard her coming, some old animal part of him had never stopped listening for her.Her heart was doing something violent and unglamorous behind her ribs, yet he remained calm while she fell apart from the inside out? This isn't fair, none of it is."Everyone's in the reception room," she said. H