Novel & Cerita Dianna The Lost Luna

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.

Just as I’m about to say something, argue that I wasn’t that good of a girl, Laura comes back into the room, this time with a line of crew members and cameras behind her. She grins at us once we’re looking back at her, clapping her hands. “Alright guys, who’s ready to film Luna’s choice?!”

" Luna '' a knock came on the door and we both stared at the doorway. It was Lydia judging from the voice and the scent I knew it was her. The door was locked inside! My eyes flickered to Ezra's who was staring at me with hunger and desires showing in his blue eyes. I knew he wanted to claim me and that was the scary part. I couldn't bare the claim of another man when my fated mate was alive. Ezra's face turned cold and deadly as he glare back at the door again." Luna, I'm here to bring you your medicine" she said and Ezra angrily pulled his pants to cover his huge swallow dick. I signed but not in relief because I knew it wasn't the end." Get ready we are living for the full moon ball in th

Every day in that first week, we lose more pack members because they can’t live without their mate. Luna Calista was one of those. I had taken it upon myself to stay with her, knowing that Aunt Cara was still in the hospital. Luna Calista's devastation at losing Alpha Anders was so great that she barely held on for 24 hours. I was there with her at the end. It was the middle of the night and it was just her and I. She had stopped crying and a smile had spread across her face. “Lily,” she had whispered. “I’m Malin, Luna,” I said to her, but her eyes had been glazed over, unseeing.

I asked, snapping him back to reality. “Luna Selene is gone,” he said. Just words. But they split the room open. Gone. Luna. His mate. The woman the Moon itself had chosen. How is that even possible? My lips parted. I didn’t speak. I didn’t breathe. He continued, voice like steady iron. “Until she is found, the pack must remain unaware of her dissappearance. Our enemies must not sense weakness.” I swallowed. My instinct was obedience. Always had been.

She smiled mischievously. “This is Daciana Whitemane. The murderer of Moana Whitemane, the Luna to be. My mate! She was killed by her own stepsister out of jealousy and now she would pay for her crimes! This is a warning to whoever wants to commit an offense that the pack won’t hesitate to punish you!” he yelled.

Daniella’s wicked grin spread as she eyed the layout of Arianna and Xavier's room. Now she needed to make her next move: seduce Xavier. She was willing to do whatever it took, no matter how risky. If it meant becoming the Luna of Winter Moon, she would stop at nothing.

For several minutes, with Andrea, while I took in the woman who I had once lost- who I had once told my dreams and shared my plans of making her Luna, I had forgotten all about Diana. Guilt shrouds me as I watched her leave. I set the glass down, ready to go after her. Diana hardly ever got angry. She never had a good relationship with Andrea that I was very aware of, and considering she and more than half a number of people present at the event were aware of the history I had with Andrea, it would be wrong to let her go alone. However, I was stopped. Turning, my eyes following the hand on my arm It fell on Andrea. The mate bond sizzles between us- and like a raging fire, it grew, uncontroll

We rode through the night. Distance between us and the compound growing. The freed prisoners struggled. Weak. Malnourished. Unused to freedom. But they kept moving. Kept pushing. Survival instinct kicking in. The gifted wolf rode beside me. Her collar glowed faint in moonlight. A reminder of her prison. "What's your name?" Had to start somewhere. "Mira." Her voice was cautious. "Yours?" "Dian. Luna of Shadowcrest." "A Luna rescuing prisoners." Something like humor flickered. "Draven would've hated that."

Lucy “Where is my daughter?” The question burst from my lips, raw and desperate. My hands trembled as I clutched Diana’s arm, my fingers digging into her flesh. “Do you perhaps know where she is?” Diana’s eyes softened with understanding. She nodded slowly, her expression gentle. “Yes. She is the Luna of the Crescent Pack,” she replied, watching me carefully for my reaction. I should have felt relief—my daughter alive, safe, respected, powerful even.