Novel & Cerita Alora Luna Heartsong Werewolf Novel

I gulped hard of my saliva, waiting to hear the piercing words that had always been hinted to me, but the next word I heard sparked me into an Imagination I couldn't describe. “Here comes Luna!!” I heard a voice scream, not lowly but in a high tone. No! I was just imagining that to myself. “Luna!” Another voice said. I raised my head slowly to see if it was actually coming from the hall, only to see numerous wolves waving at me. My emotion can't be described because I was shocked out of words. I remembered these words a few days back when I shifted to my wolf form. The accusation of killing Talia, and wanting to take Rhys from her, hits me again. Suddenly, they are calling me Luna and waving

*Eighteen years later* Luna rocks anxiously in her chair, while knitting a dress. Rora watches out the window. Jolene is sixteen and this year's full moon will be the one that unleashes her inner wolf. Every spell they’ve ever had put on her, will be broken. They will no longer be able to protect her. Rora suddenly Jumps up in excitement, and spins around nearly shouting, “ he’s here! Alice is here!” Luna jumps out of her chair so fast that the chair goes flying backwards. Neither of them take the time to acknowledge it. They are too busy running to the door to greet their guest.

My wolf lifts up her snout, elongating her spine as she howls up to the moon. I was no longer just a human, I was now a werewolf too. I was a Luna. THE END

Zara bit her lip, glancing nervously at Julian, who stood a few feet away, watching us with guarded eyes. "I... I’m sorry, Luna. I wanted to tell you. I really did," she stammered. "Julian is part of the Pack. He’s a wolf." She looked back at him, a shy, adoration-filled smile touching her lips. "And I’m his mate." I didn't smile back. I felt cold. "Since when?" "Huh?" "Since when did you know?" My voice rose, attracting the attention of the nearby guests. "Since when did you know about the wolves? About Liam? About me?"

he said. Wolf? Power? I have none, what he is saying. The sky darkened violently. A red glow spread across the horizon. Blood moon. The word slammed into me. The red light swallowed everything. My mate’s face began to blur. My daughter’s laughter turned into a distant echo. “No!” I screamed, reaching for them as they dissolved like smoke. “Aluna, wake up!” the voice urged again, but now it sounded desperate. The little girl’s fingers slipped from mine. The warmth vanished.

*Aria* Rumors had a way of making everything louder. Every glance lingered a little longer. Every whispered conversation seemed to cut off a heartbeat too late when I walked by. The letter from Reynold’s Crossing sat folded in my pocket like a hot coal, its words burned into my brain. *Two Alphas circle the same moon.* *A cursed Alpha. A human Luna. A Nightfang wolf who wants her for himself.* Some itinerant traders had put our lives into a tavern story, and now strangers were drinking to it.

“Then the pack will fear you. And fear makes wolves dangerous.” When When Ella left the chamber, when Ella stepped from the chamber, the world felt changed: edges sharper, shadows deeper. The sound rang louder. Every scent seemed to whisper secrets. In a forced marriage. She wasn’t just an unwanted Luna. She was something ancient She was something ancient now, awakening beneath her skin. And somewhere within the compound, Alpha Rylan Wolfe felt it too: the pull he would not name, the power he fought to resist a curse. It was a key.

The pack house was huge. So many werewolves flitting about, betas and omegas busy with one job or another in one vast, overwhelming community. Sometimes they would pass by me, quiet down, and give me a low respectful bow, saying; "May the Moon Goddess illuminate your path, Luna, and may her favour forever be upon your royal blood." Then they would wait patiently until I acknowledged them before going right back to their regular loud business. It was so bizarre, I felt like Daenerys Targaryen from Game of Thrones.

"Do you think I can do this? Do you think I can be Luna of this pack? After all, I am a human, and I wasn't raised here. I'm a stranger to this place and this world." "And yet you embraced this new word with an open heart. You and your father took care of a wounded werewolf with two pups and gave her a home and love, although running away or killing her would have been a more reasonable choice. You were brought here against your will, and yet not even once seen us as monsters. You made this place your home and never demanded pity from any of us. You showed care and consideration, and I can see it, and I assure you that the pack sees it too. Why do you think everybody is so clingy toward you