All Chapters of The Unwanted Plus-Size Luna: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

They came through the gates at midday.Twelve wolves fighters. No banners loud enough to announce a conquest. No wagons of display. Just a tight column that moved like it had practiced the same hard road in worse weather and learned not to waste steps. Ashmoor’s casual spread along the posts looked suddenly loose beside that quiet economy. Boots hit the packed earth in a rhythm that did not ask for attention and still received it. Gear sat close to bodies. No loose straps. No one craning to gape at Ashmoor’s layout as if tourism had been part of the orders.The gate ranking wolf counted them once, lips moving, and let the count stand. "Twelve. Matches the word that came ahead from the road watch.""Hold the gate open until the last clears," Corwin called from the yard. "Then resume normal watch."Wren stood with the cluster that had gathered near the inner yard when the horn from the gate post carried the word. Not a full assembly. Enough bodies t

Joint training started at first light, before the cook fires had settled into a proper heat and before the night posts had all come in.Corwin had marked pairs on a board by the posts. Ashmoor and Ironveil, one and one, across the packed yard. Familiarity, he called it when he set the board. No one was meant to win a reputation before breakfast. The yard still treated it like a test the moment the first pair stepped in and the dust lifted.Wren took a place at the edge with the unassigned. She was not on the board. Corwin had said the morning was for the fighters who would share a stretch after dark, not for private work. She did not argue. She wanted to see what twelve disciplined bodies looked like against her own pack when no one was performing for a gate or for a sealing.Darius stood off the circle with Bren, arms loose, watching the first match the way he watched a map. An Ironveil fighter broke from the line and stopped a pace short of him.

The Alpha found her at the morning board before the juniors had finished the grain count, and he did not raise his voice to do it."Wren, I want you to take the supply line between our draw and Ironveil's. What we hold. What they use. What fails if no one looks a week ahead. Will you take it."Wren set the chalk down. "Yes.""Corwin will open the boards. Harran will not fight you for the numbers. If he does, come to me before the fight becomes a delay. I want the first shared count in my hand before dusk. Not a promise of one.""You will have it."He nodded once and left the request where he had put it. The bond did not enter it. Her size did not enter it. He had asked because two packs were now eating and binding wounds off the same fence, and someone had to see the gap before it became a story told too late.Maren caught her on the path with a covered bowl and a look that asked without asking."Work," Wren said. "Stores. Not the hall.""Then eat while you walk," Maren said. "A count

The house was quiet when Wren pushed the door open. One lamp burned low near the hearth. The rest of the room sat in the soft dark that comes after the evening meal has been cleared and the last of the day’s noise has gone elsewhere.Maren looked up from the mending in her lap. Whatever she saw in Wren’s face made her set the needle down at once.She did not ask what had happened.“Come here” she said. “There’s still tea if you want it. Or water. Or nothing. Sit first.”Wren sat on the low bench opposite her mother. The wood was familiar under her hands. She had sat here a hundred times with smaller hurts and quieter silences. Tonight the silence felt heavier, as if the room itself was waiting for the shape of what she carried to settle.Maren poured water into a cup and set it near Wren’s knee without comment. Then she waited. She did not fill the quiet with questions. She did not offer soft words that asked to be answered before the per

The training yard had gone quiet between rotations. Most pairs had stepped back to the fence for water. A few juniors still worked near the far posts. The center stood empty enough that every shift of weight carried farther than usual. Wren stood near the center post. Darius stood close, not touching her yet. He had not put her through forms. He had asked her to stay locked under pressure. "Hold," he said. "Don't let it climb." The measured weight of his Alpha presence slid along the sealed bond a second later. Not enough to force anything. Just enough to test whether she would tighten, lean, or give ground. Her shoulders wanted to rise. She forced them down and kept her breath even. His hand settled at her elbow for half a breath. Two fingers adjusted the angle of her arm so the tension ran clean through the shoulder instead of locking in the joint. The touch was brief, practical, gone almost as soon as it registered. Nothing that would draw more than a glance from anyone watchin