All Chapters of When the luna stops waiting : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

POV: JadenI could not sleep.After leaving Lyra by the creek, I returned to the cabin. Everyone was asleep. The fire had died. The air was cold.I lay on the pullout couch, staring at the ceiling. My mind raced. Lyra's words echoed in my head.You knew. You stayed silent. You lost everything anyway.She was right.I had been a coward. I had watched Ravenna destroy Lyra's marriage for years. I had watched Colt choose Ravenna again and again. I had said nothing.But that was over now.I was going to make it right.I reached for my phone. I needed to check something. Something had been nagging at me for weeks. Liliana had been distant. She was always on her phone. Always disappearing.I opened her location history.My blood ran cold.She had been at Rake's apartment. Multiple times. Late at night. Early in the morning.I scrolled through the dates. My hands trembled.Three months. For three months, she had been sneaking around with my best friend.I sat up slowly. My chest ached. My wol

POV: ColtI found the phone in the study.It was Ravenna's. She had left it on the desk when she went to take a call from her father, and the screen lit up with a message from Rake before I could look away.The OriginalsI knew the chat. I had been part of it for years. It was where Rake shared jokes and Ravenna shared gossip and Liliana shared whatever cruelty she had thought of that day. I had never paid much attention to it. I had laughed at the messages and moved on.But something made me pick up the phone now.I opened the chat.The first message was from Rake.Rake: She actually thinks she can threaten us. The Omega has lost her mind.Liliana: She will be gone soon. Then we can celebrate.Ravenna: I cannot wait. Five years of pretending to like her has been exhausting.I scrolled up.The messages went on and on. Years of them. Years of jokes and insults and plans I had never noticed because I had never wanted to look.Then I saw the photos.I stopped breathing.They were of Lyra

POV: LyraI was sitting in the garden when Becca found me.The morning sun was warm on my face and the air smelled of wildflowers and fresh earth. I had come here to think. To breathe. To be alone with the power that still hummed beneath my skin like a second heartbeat.But I heard her footsteps on the stone path before I saw her.She was running.Her hair was loose and wild around her face and her chest was heaving and there were tears streaming down her cheeks. She stopped a few feet away and stood there shaking with her hands clenched at her sides.I stood up."What happened?"She opened her mouth but no words came. She just shook her head and pressed her hand against her ribs and winced.I crossed the distance between us and gently pulled her hand away.Her sleeve was torn. Beneath it, a bruise was already forming. Purple and black and shaped like fingers where Rake had grabbed her.I looked at her face."He did this."She nodded."He found out I have been spending time with you.

POV: ColtI stood in the hallway outside her room and listened to the silence.Three days had passed since the night her power shook the pack house. Three days since I had seen the silver fire in her eyes and felt my own wolf cower inside me. Three days since she had told me to leave and I had obeyed because I did not know what else to do.She had not spoken to me since.She had not looked at me.She had moved her things out of our bedroom and into a smaller chamber at the end of the hall, and every time I walked past that door I felt something twist in my chest.I knocked.No answer.I knocked again."Lyra."A long pause. Then her voice came through the wood, flat and cold."What do you want?""To talk.""We have nothing to talk about."I pressed my forehead against the door."Please."Another pause. Then I heard footsteps and the door opened and she stood there looking at me with those empty eyes that used to be so full of warmth.She was wearing a simple grey dress and her hair was

POV: Lyra Three days had passed since I left Darkhall territory. We had found shelter in an abandoned cabin at the edge of the neutral lands, a place Jaden knew from his years of patrolling the borders. It was small and drafty and the roof leaked when it rained, but it was ours. No one could reach us here. No one could hurt us. Becca had spent the first day cleaning every corner until the dust was gone and the windows sparkled. Jaden had repaired the door and patched the roof and chopped enough wood to last us through the month. I had walked the perimeter and marked the boundaries and felt the power hum beneath my skin with every step I took. For the first time in five years, I was free. But I knew it would not last. Colt would come. I felt it in my bones. I felt it in the way my wolf stirred whenever the wind shifted and carried a familiar scent. I felt it in the way the bond we had broken still ached somewhere deep inside me, a phantom limb that refused to accept it was gone.