Alora Luna Heartsong Werewolf Novel Novels & Stories

*KINCAID'S P.O.V* THE COLLAR Of his shirt suddenly felt tight and chuffed against his skin as his gaze was locked with the witch's. Then she looked away and stood in front of the podium. She cleared her throat once and said, "My name is Arlana," She said in a husky voice. "I am the Luna of A****n River Wolves, Brazil. And I am the last descendant of the great Coven." Her gaze washed over the room. It was deathly quiet as the man waited to hear what she wanted to say.

Its silver eyes were calm. Lexi turned back immediately, stumbled backward until her back hit the wall. "W-What..." The wolf smiled. Or at least...it looked like one. "Hello, Lunara." Its voice echoed inside her mind. Then it tilted its head. "...Or should I call you Lexi?" Lexi's lips parted. "You..." The wolf gave a small nod. "I'm glad we finally meet." "My name is Luna." "Your wolf." Lexi could only stare. Nothing made sense anymore.

The roofs also catch rainwater as a backup, and there’s space with a giant firepit and grill where we all gather as a pack every night. I finally feel so whole being Luna of Emerald Moon. And it turns out we’re not the last wolf pack anymore. After the Council was destroyed and the vampires became our allies, many people emerged from all over the country. Not every wolf pack had been completely destroyed. There were remnants surviving, shifters who had been in hiding, enough of them that they’ve all begun rebuilding just like we have. So, I’m not the Luna of the last wolf pack anymore. I’m the Luna of the first pack to be rebuilt for our new future.

Leah Darkwood. Her presence was impossible to ignore. She stood tall and poised, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders like waves of molten gold. Her piercing green eyes were sharp and unyielding, and the smirk on her lips was anything but welcoming. Even from across the room, I could feel the searing intensity of her hatred. My wolf stirred uneasily, sensing the hostility radiating from her. “Luna Alora, welcome,” the teacher called out, her voice breaking through the tension. She gestured for me to step forward. “Everyone, this is Luna Alora of the Darkwood Pack. She’ll be joining us starting today. Please make her feel welcome.”

Everything I was before was gone. So who was I now? I wasn’t Luna anymore. That title belonged to Nyra. I wasn’t Corvin’s mate anymore, the bond was broken or replaced or whatever. I wasn’t even a full wolf anymore without Lyric. I was just Rael, nothing more. Just a broken woman with scars, pain, and no place in this world.

Duncan slammed his hand on the table again, breaking off that part of it. " Enough!" He thundered. " Mind your tongue. Or I will mind it for you. You are not my father. And I am not your son. You will never be my father! And I will never be your son!" Alpha Lahey of Ezra said nothing yet. He just watched everything with thoughts going through his mind. Ezra was the second most powerful wolf kingdom, thanks to Azra. Though, Ezra had secured their place through a bargain. " What do you want, Duncan?" Alpha Lahey finally spoke, rubbing his hands together.

His voice dropped low, aching. “Why?” he asked. “What is this really about, Mira? Why do you keep rejecting me?” She writhed in his grip, like his touch burned through her bones. Her wolf , Isla wanted him—recognized him. But Mira didn’t care. She wouldn’t let her heart steer. Not when power was at stake. “Because I don’t want you, Alpha Kenzo,” she said, spitting the words like poison. “I don’t love you. And I never will. I’m too good to be your Luna—too good to be tied to an alpha without a throne.”

Her voice was quiet, but it carried through the silence like a blade. “I was not born wolfless.” No one interrupted. No one dared. Mira turned back to Cassia, her gaze dropping to the silver eyes that did not belong to the woman wearing them. “The false Luna has my wolf.” The words settled over the corridor like a verdict. Cassia’s face twisted in anguish. Maera went perfectly still. Darius looked at Mira, and this time, he did not look away. Behind the sealed Moon Rite door, the trapped wolves began to howl again.

Water swirls up to our shoulders. His voice is the only anchor I have left. “You are not dying,” he says fiercely. “You are shifting.” My vision turns white. Silver light erupts from my skin. The cavern shakes violently. Kaelen pulls me closer, whispering against my hair: “Let her out, Luna. Let your wolf awaken.” My scream rips through the cavern— The water surges. The crystals explode with light. Power blasts from my body— And everything goes black. To be continued…