A Luna's Last Goodbye Novels & Stories

The last thing I saw before the grey darkness took me was Killian’s wolf being tackled by four Exo-Shifters, and a gloved hand reaching for Luna. "Mama..." Luna’s voice was the last thing I heard.

"Come. Sit." I sat. She looked at me the way she always did, like she could see straight through whatever face I had decided to wear tonight. "How was the ceremony?" she asked. "Wonderful," I said. "Very glamorous. Very expensive. Very not us. Elder Mara wore her good robes. The ones without the gravy stain. So you know it was a special occasion." My mother's mouth curved. "And?" "And Victoria Hale is going to be Luna." I kept my voice light. "The whole pack is very excited. Someone released actual flower petals into the air Mama. With their hands. Like they had nothing better to do with them."

Not like that. Still, I smiled. Because I had to. Because that’s what a good Luna did. He took my hand. His fingers were ice. No warmth. No spark. Nyra whimpered. “Damon Voss,” Kael announced, voice ringing clear across the ceremonial grounds, “do you accept Selene Winters as your fated mate and Luna of this pack?” Silence. My heart started to pound, and Nyra growled—low and warning. The crowd shifted, murmured, unease rippling like a storm through the sea of onlookers.

Jackson mind-linked to me. “I love you too,” I replied, wiping away my tears. We were ready for the second part of the ceremony. Elder Johanna was leading the ritual. She approached us, placed her hand over our joined hands, prayed to Selene, and nodded to Jackson. “I, Jackson, Alpha of the Silver Moon pack, declare you, my mate Loreen Liira of the Silver Moon pack, our Luna—the Luna who will stand beside me to lead and protect our pack,” Jackson proclaimed. “I, Loreen Liira, born of the Lunar Eclipse pack and now a member of the Silver Moon pack, accept the title of Luna to Alpha Jackson and to our Silver Moon pack,” I said, locking eyes with him.

"No sad faces. We're going out. You've been cooped up in here doing what? Crying? Planning world domination?" I sighed. "Just... processing." Elena surveyed my apartment—the empty wine bottles,the stack of resignation paperwork,the half-eaten takeout containers. "Well,you've processed enough. Get dressed. We're hitting Crescent Moon." "The nightclub? I don't think—" "Not a request." She was already rummaging through my closet. "You need tequila,dancing,and possibly a deliciously bad decision with a handsome stranger." Two hours later,we were ensconced in a corner booth at Crescent Moon,the bass pulsing through my bones as Elena pushed another shot toward me.

It was just a thought. "Last night there was a lunar eclipse. Maybe its effect is still there." Everyone saw him, "I mean because of the lunar eclipse, our source of power was cut off and we reverted to the state of normal humans. Though this phase lasts only 10 to 20 minutes, it is still a very vulnerable period for us." Ultima Wolf Drik gave his explanation while seeing an unspoken question in everyone's eyes.

I closed my eyes and tried to sleep but aunt Tess's words were still swimming in my head. This is a game changer for Seth. I am a Luna. He thought he could break my heart and get away with it but he can't . I won't let him. He will regret the day he had left me. Vengeance crept into my heart. I did not know how I was going to make him pay, but I was going to. " Breakfast is ready," I heard aunt Tess's jovial voice from the dining hall.

*3rd POV* Grandma Flora glanced at her grandson lying on his mother's lap. "Is he asleep already?" she asked. Luna Alicia nodded her head. "Yes. I already put him in a deep sleep." "Good! Let's finish this! We need to dispose of Lauren once and for all," Grandma Flora said in a calm voice. Lyn rubbed her mother's back. "Mom, everything will be alright. We will survive this," she said in a dispirited tone.

I open my mouth—to stop this, to plead, to beg for a promise. Be different this time. Don’t leave me. Don’t kill me. But the words catch in my throat. A sharp knock at the door slices through the moment. Damian slides off me with an annoyed grunt, his body still heavy with want. My gaze dips, betraying me, and a flicker of excitement coils in my stomach at the sight of the tent in his jeans. He notices, of course. His smirk is lazy, teasing. “Eyes up, Luna,” he murmurs, clicking his tongue in mock disapproval.

Aquilo choked for a few seconds before he said, “Luna may leave the entertainment industry, but it has to be her own decision. Get Joseph Hansford to withdraw the statement!” Tonight, Grand Empire Entertainment had suddenly announced that they would never work with immoral artists. To make sure that everyone knew who he was talking about, he went and liked the marketing account that exposed Luna’s indecent photos. Luna had not been doing well for a while. Tonight’s incident was the final straw. She had sent him a long heartfelt message and tried to end her own life. Fortunately, Aquilo had suspected something and managed to save her in time. Luna told him that as long as she was alive, that