All Chapters of The Unwanted Plus-Size Luna: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

A girl named Fenna found Wren mending a strap outside the armory, dropped onto the bench beside her without asking permission, and got straight to the point without any of the usual preamble people used when they wanted something from her."Someone saw him leaving your house last night," Fenna said. "Late. After the moon had already turned."Wren's needle stilled mid-stitch. "Leaving my house.""That's the story going around this morning, anyway." Fenna picked at a loose thread on her own sleeve, not quite meeting Wren's eyes. "I'm not repeating it to hurt you. I just thought you'd rather hear it from someone who doesn't enjoy watching you flinch.""Who's saying it.""Does it matter? By midday it'll have come from three different mouths, and each one will swear they saw it firsthand." Fenna finally looked at her properly, something careful and kind in her expression, an expression Wren wasn't used to receiving from anyone her own age in this pack. "I've heard three versions already. I

"We're not training at the ring today," Darius said, already walking past it, past the well, past the last scattered houses at the edge of Ashmoor."Where are we going.""Somewhere you'll actually have to use more than your fists."She followed him past the border markers into the trees, the packed dirt giving way to root and moss underfoot, the ordinary noise of camp fading behind them until all that was left was birdsong and wind moving through the canopy. Weeks of training had changed how her body moved through terrain like this, quieter now, more deliberate, but she still felt clumsy next to him, every one of his steps landing without sound while hers snapped the occasional twig despite her best effort."You're thinking about your feet," Darius said, not turning around. "Stop doing that.""How do you even know that.""Because you've gone quiet in the specific way people go quiet when they're concentrating too hard on something simple." He glanced back at her, unhurried. "Walking i

Wren was sitting alone on the low wall behind the lodge, doing nothing in particular, when Selene rounded the corner and stopped directly in front of her, none of her usual softness arranged on her face."We need to talk," she said. "Now."Wren didn't move from where she sat. "About what.""About you making a spectacle of this family every single week since the ceremony." Selene didn't move aside, didn't soften her stance, something about the way she stood having changed entirely, no performance left in it, no careful warmth. "The training. The rumors. Now apparently you're asking Ilsa about bloodline myths like you're some kind of chosen wolf out of a children's story.""How do you know about that.""It doesn't matter how I know. What matters is that half this pack thinks our family has completely unraveled, and you're the reason why, over and over, week after week.""I didn't unravel anything. Kade rejected me in front of everyone. That's where this started, if you want to talk abou

It took Wren the better part of an hour to find her. The woman had gone to ground in the small house near the eastern gardens, door shut, curtains drawn against the afternoon sun, and didn't answer the first two knocks at all."I know you're in there, Yara," Wren called through the door. "I just want to talk."A long pause. Then the latch turned, and the door opened only wide enough to show half a wary face."You shouldn't be here.""You said a name. I need to know what it means.""I said nothing. You misheard me.""I didn't." Wren kept her voice steady, patient, refusing to let the door close on her. "Please. I'm not trying to cause trouble for you. I just need to understand what I saw on your face.""You're persistent. I'll give you that much.""I've had a lot of practice lately.""Practice at what, exactly?""Refusing to be talked out of things that matter to me."Something almost like approval crossed Yara's expression before she smoothed it away again.Yara studied her for a long

The training grounds were empty by the time Wren finished her last set, dusk settling purple over the tree line, sweat cooling fast against her skin in the evening air. She caught herself glancing toward the fence post before she'd even set her weapon down, the same spot he'd taken to leaning against most evenings this past week.Nobody was there.She told herself it meant nothing. He'd missed evenings before, called away by something or other, and she'd never once thought twice about it. Tonight felt different, though she couldn't have explained why if pressed, some low, persistent unease settling into her chest that had nothing to do with the argument in the armory two days ago.She waited longer than she meant to, sitting on the low wall where they usually ended up, watching the tree line for a shape that never appeared. Eventually the waiting itself started to feel foolish, and foolish turned to something sharper, and sharper sent her walking back toward camp with a question she h