All Chapters of Reign of the broken Luna : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Chapter One“Dirt belongs on the ground, Mia, not walking around pretending to be a wolf!”Isabella’s laughter echoed off the cold stone walls of the pack kitchen as she slammed a heavy wooden bucket of dirty washwater against my shins. The sharp pain shot straight up my bone, but I did not cry out. Crying only made them hit harder. I bit down on my lower lip until I tasted iron and kept my head bowed, staring at the muddy slush pooling around my bare feet.In the Silver Moon pack, weakness was a crime punishable by endless cruelty. Everyone in the pack had an inner wolf that howled at the moon, shifted into heavy fur, and carried the fierce strength of predators. Everyone except me. They called me a StillBlood. My wolf was fast asleep, trapped in endless silence, leaving me completely human and completely helpless in a world ruled by fangs and claws.“Pick it up before I break your other leg, useless trash,” Isabella sneered, wiping a smudge of soot off her pristine white blouse befo

Chapter Three:The morning light crept through the grimy cabin windows in thin, pale rays that did little to cut the biting chill of the mountain air. I woke up shivering violently, my muscles stiff and aching from sleeping on the hard wooden cot.Across the room, the fireplace was completely dead, filled with cold gray ash. Alexander was already awake. He sat at a small wooden table near the back window, sharpening an old hunting knife with a rhythmic, grating sound that set my teeth on edge. He hadn't changed his clothes, and the heavy dark shadows under his steel-gray eyes showed he hadn't slept a wink all night.I sat up slowly, rubbing my cold arms, and looked around the cramped space. There was no food, no water, and no firewood left. If we were going to survive out here at the edge of the woods, someone had to do something.“I’m going out to find firewood,” I said, my voice cutting through the quiet room.Alexander paused his knife-sharpening, lifting his head slowly to look at

“What in the name of the ancestors are you?” Thomas’s voice shook violently as he dropped his sword into the slush on the cabin floor, his eyes wide and bloodshot with absolute terror. He stared at me as if I were a ghost risen from the dead, his hands trembling at his sides. I stood frozen beside the stone hearth, my right hand still tingling faintly from the blinding explosion of golden light that had just sent Thomas's guard flying through the door. My chest rose and fell in heavy, ragged gasps as the adrenaline slowly ebbed away, leaving a strange, vibrating hum beneath my skin. I looked down at my palms, terrified of what I had just done. For eighteen years, everyone in the Silver Moon pack—including myself—had believed I was a useless StillBlood, an empty vessel with no wolf and no power. But the glowing light that had burst from my fingers was real, burning hot and impossibly powerful. Alexander didn't say a word. He stood motionless only a few feet away, his steel-gray eyes