All Chapters of The Scentless Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Elara's POV The forest smelled like fear tonight. Sharp and sour, the kind of smell that gets into your teeth. Everyone around me was giving it off without knowing nerves, excitement, the particular static that builds before an Alpha's visit. I could smell all of it just fine.What I couldn't do was be smelled back.Every wolf has a scent that says what they are before they say a word. rogue, omega, beta, alpha, the whole ladder written into the air, readable to anyone with a working nose. Mine said nothing. Not faint, not strange. Nothing. People had to look at me to know I was even in the room.And even then, looking told them just as little as smelling did. I'd never shifted not once, not as a pup tumbling around on four legs by age six like every other kid in the pack, not since.Nineteen years old and I'd never worn fur in my life. So there was no scent to read and no wolf to look at either. As far as the pack was concerned, I wasn't rogue or omega or beta or anything else.

The summons came before breakfast, which should have told me how serious it was.Nobody in this pack did anything before breakfast if they could help it.Mira delivered it, out of breath, hair still damp from the shower. "Thorne wants you in the long hall. Now, not whenever-you-feel-like-it now." She glanced past me, into the room, where Damon was pretending very hard to be asleep. "Him too.""Did he say why?""He didn't have to." Mira's eyes flicked toward the window, toward the direction of the guest lodge where I assumed Kael Draven and his lieutenants had spent the night. "Everyone in a five-mile radius knows why, El."She wasn't wrong. I'd barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes I kept replaying it the way his whole body had gone rigid when he inhaled and found nothing, the way he'd said it's claiming you like the words themselves tasted foreign in his mouth. I didn't understand it. I still don't, not really, not even now, looking back. But some part of me had known, lying the

Elara's POV "It's you," I said. "Isn't it. That's why you went quiet."Kael didn't answer right away. He'd gone very still against the fence, the kind of still that took effort, and I was starting to recognize that particular stillness on him, it was what he did instead of flinching."Describe it again," he said. "All of it.Every detail you can remember.""Kael...""Please." His voice cracked slightly on the word, just slightly, just enough that I heard nineteen years of careful composure straining under it. "I need to know if I'm imagining the parts that match, or if they actually do."So I told him again, slower this time, watching his face instead of my own hands. The dream never changes much.I'm on the ground, somewhere cold, somewhere with too much sky. There's blood, mine, I think, though the dream never lets me look down far enough to be sure. And there's a man standing over me, close enough to touch, and for years his face was just a smear of nothing, the way dream-faces

Elara's POV Kael left not long after, pulled away by Ronan's insistence that the council business couldn't wait any longer, but not before he found my eyes one more time and said, quietly, "Eleven days. I'll come back before then, whatever happens with the council." I believed him, which surprised me more than it should have, given I'd known the man for less than twenty-four hours.I didn't go find Damon like I meant to.Halfway there, my feet took a different turn entirely down the old path toward the healer's cottage at the edge of the pack lands and I didn't understand why until I was already standing in front of it.I hadn't been here in years. Healer Voss no relation, as far as I knew, to whatever Ronan had just spent ten minutes not fully explaining had retired sometime when I was small, replaced by a younger healer from the eastern packs. The cottage still stood, though, windows dark, door boarded.I stood there a long time before it hit me.Not gently. All at once, like a

Kael POVI woke already moving.That had never happened to me before  not once, not in twenty-eight years, not through border skirmishes or council threats or the handful of genuine attempts on my life that came with holding the largest territory above the central line. I woke to danger. I didn't wake already three steps into responding to it, boots half-laced, the wolf riding so close under my skin I could feel my own pulse change shape.I'd been given a room in the guest lodge at the edge of Thorne's pack lands a separate building entirely, a good distance from the Veyne house, close enough for diplomacy and far enough to be proper about it. That distance had never bothered me before tonight.Tonight it felt like the only thing standing between me and something I couldn't yet name.Ronan was awake too, in the doorway before I'd finished with the second boot."What is it.""I don't know." That was the worst part. I