Alle Kapitel von The Luna they rejected : Kapitel 31 – Kapitel 35

RivenThe candle on the desk had burned down to a stub, wax pooling like old blood across the grain. I hadn’t moved in hours. The report Kane dropped in front of me sat open, edges soft from how many times I’d flipped the same goddamn pages.A girl who was sixteen years old from the Bloodmoon pack. She suddenly went feral one night, tore through half the pack, then vanished into the wilds. The official record stated she died out there as rogues finished what the moon-madness started. There was no body recovered and the case was closed early this year. Except the pages didn’t line up. Ink changed halfway down the third sheet—different pressure, different slant. Whole paragraphs blacked out with a heavy hand. Dates that jumped like someone had ripped months out of the calendar and dared anyone to notice.I dragged a thumb across one of the redacted blocks. The paper underneath was thinner. Someone had sliced the original text out and glued a blank strip over the wound.Kane stood by

LyraThe rain didn't wash the stench away; it just hammered it into the mud until the earth itself smelled of old copper and rot.My boots sank two inches into the soil with every shift of my weight. My chest heaved, pulling in damp air that tasted like sulfur and iron. Around us, the forest was far too quiet. The birds had given up hours ago, driven deep into the roots of ancient oaks by the relentless storm. Nothing moved except the grey, heavy sheets of water sliding down the trunks."Split up," I whispered, the words barely clearing my teeth.Jax’s head snapped toward me, water dripping from his chin in a steady, maddening rhythm. His grip on his axe handle was white-knuckled—the leather wrapping slick against his palm."Are you out of your goddamn mind? We need to stick together and break through their line together. You want to divide us right in front of their men?""I want us alive," I snapped back, keeping my voice low enough to drown in the downpour. My fingernails dug in

RivenThe name hit the clearing making all of us freeze. Lyra.My breath caught hard in my throat, a sudden, violent knot forming behind my ribs. The rain didn't feel cold anymore; it felt like grease sliding over my skin. My boots squelched in the blood-soaked muck as I stared down the slope.Jax had frozen twenty yards away, his axe hanging limp at his side, his chest heaving like a broken bellows. Kade’s back was rigid, every muscle in the bastard's frame coiled tight enough to snap. But neither of them was looking at the assassins anymore. Their eyes—and mine—were locked entirely on her.Catherine stood amid the mud and the carnage, her breath coming in ragged, steaming gasps. And then, the air around her began to twist.It wasn't a trick of the rain. The space outlining her body started to ripple, blurring at the edges like heat rising off a summer road. The heavy, mud-caked cloak she wore began to shred into ash, dissolving into black smoke that whipped away in the storm. T