All Chapters of The Unwanted Plus-Size Luna: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The joint patrol left at first light.Bren had set the pairs himself. One Ashmoor, one Ironveil, no exceptions. The board listed the east stretch and the low ridge beyond the marker stone. Quiet ground for the last three days. The kind of walk that usually produced nothing worth reporting.Tallen of Ashmoor found himself matched with Rourke of Ironveil.They had shared a wall once during the last probe and spoken less than ten words. Tallen was lean, quick with a blade, used to Ashmoor’s tighter formations. Rourke was broader, quieter, the kind of Ironveil fighter who watched the ground before he watched the sky. Neither had asked for the pairing.“East stretch,” Bren said as they checked the marks at the post. “Out to the ridge and back before the third bell. If the scrub moves, you call it. You do not split. You do not chase past the ridge line.”“Understood,” Tallen said.Rourke only nodded. He checked the strap on his forearm

The captive from the ridge was still alive when they brought him in. That alone made him valuable.Tallen and Rourke had left him bound and walking. By the time the healer finished the first pass, the man was weaker, blood loss and shock settling in, but conscious enough to answer if pressed. Bren had him moved to the small stone room behind the east post, no windows, one door, a single lamp on a wall hook. The kind of place used when questions needed answers and the yard did not need to hear them. No one outside the room would know what was said inside it.Darius arrived with Corwin. Bren was already inside, standing near the door with his arms crossed, watching the captive the way a man watches a problem that might still turn dangerous.The Black Fang fighter sat against the far wall, wrists secured in front of him, one shoulder packed with cloth that had already darkened through. His breathing was shallow and uneven. His eyes tracked the three men when they entered, but he said not

The idea built itself slowly, the way useful plans often did, out of repeated observation rather than sudden inspiration. It required patience and a clear view of where the board was already weak. Selene had both. She used them carefully.Selene watched the patrol board for three evenings in a row. Wren’s name sat beside the eastern stretch that used the low shelter near the second marker. Inside that shelter were spare blades, rolls of binding cloth, and three tins of signal powder. The cache was only opened before a run. No one counted it every day. Whatever went wrong there would stay hidden until the moment someone already under pressure reached for it. That single fact made the rest possible. She did not need a dramatic act. She needed a quiet one that would only speak when it was already too late to answer it.That delay was the entire advantage. A mistake noticed in the yard could still be corrected. A mistake noticed on the ground could not. She needed the

Sella found her near the evening board just as the last of the day marks were being closed. The yard was thinning into its night shape. Most of the heavy traffic had already moved inward.“Take this to the Alpha,” she said, holding out a dark glass bottle sealed with wax. “He has not taken his portion since yesterday. He will be in his space. Do not leave it with anyone else. He will be expecting it.”Wren took the bottle. The glass was cool and heavier than it looked. She did not ask what was inside. Sella did not offer. The instruction was simple and already finished. Wren turned toward the inner wall without further question. The path was familiar enough by now. She had walked it for other reasons in the weeks before.The path to Darius’s private rooms ran along the inner wall, quieter than the main yard. Lamps were lit at intervals. The noise of the camp stayed behind her as she walked. A ranking wolf on the late circuit glanced her way and continued.

The preparations continued without him in the centre of them. The yard had shifted into the work of a night under threat, and the work did not wait for anyone who had stepped outside the main current. The noise of it stayed at a distance from where he stood. The distance was not accidental. It was the shape the evening had taken after the public argument closed. Kade checked the straps on his own gear at the edge of the eastern stores. The main planning had moved to the inner posts. Bren and the Ironveil ranking wolves were there with the Alpha’s second and the map. He had been given a combat role. He had not been given a place in the circle that decided how the line would be held. The difference was quiet and complete. No one had announced it. No one needed to. The shape of the evening had already decided it for him. A ranking wolf from his own files stopped long enough to confirm the night rotation and then moved on. The exchanges were sho