Lunar From The Krew Novels & Stories

I said at once with a small smile. His third-in-command followed us to the office whereas Jade, Eli and Tyler spoke to the warriors, who were handling the luggage and whatnots. Luc, who had been arranging papers, soon proceeded to explain the situation in a flat tone, “As you know, our beloved Luna is a born healer, and that seems to be creating tension already among the packs. Crimson Moon Pack, the luna’s former pack, is already making threats. Midnight Moon Pack is making preparations but has yet to issue any kind of threat, though that’s not necessarily a good thing.”

The way I believe in my own hands, which are stronger than they were, which have learned what they can build and what they can hold. Luna is seven months old. She has silver eyes and a loud voice and her father's stubborn jaw and a laugh that Mara says can be heard from across the pack grounds, which Mara says with enormous satisfaction. She has never been afraid of anything that I can tell. She arrived in the world furious and curious and has maintained both qualities consistently. She has two packs who know her name. The forest that borders her home glows silver at night, and the Moon Goddess's light is steady above it.

Dawn howled beside her, her golden fur ruffled, the moonlight reflecting in her amber eyes, the clearing a sanctuary, the warmth a shared renewal. The crescent moon above glowed brighter, its light bathing the clearing in a silver sheen, the pack’s chants fading into a soft hum, the firelight crackling, the warmth of the clearing a sanctuary for their ritual, the Dawn Pack’s unity a radiant flame in the dark, their love a legacy that burned eternal, the Lunar Legacy a tale of victory, unity, and renewal that would echo through the ages, carried forward by the crescent moon’s light.

The drive home felt like years. Tamara sat in the backseat, staring at nothing. Her mother's screams echoed in her head. Twelve years. Twelve years of endless pain. And Tamara had to leave her there. Lilith drove. Jeremy sat shotgun, texting Marcus updates. Nobody talked about Smith. Nobody talked about how Kai's brother was now their enemy. They reached pack territory as the sun came up. But even daylight couldn't hide it anymore—the crack across the moon. Black like someone had split the sky with a marker.

Not entirely. Downstairs, Kieran and Jenson lean against the railing like they own the world, casual as ever, but their sharp eyes miss nothing. "How's it going with the new girl?" Jenson asks, unbuttoning his shirt like the morning is his to command. "Lara's staying. Moonshine doesn't do pack runs," I mutter, rolling the words around in my mouth. "You're joking," Kieran frowns. "That's standard everywhere. Full moons empower every Wolf.

His eyes, which were once hollow whenever he looked at me, were now lit up, completely ablaze with a warmth I haven’t seen or felt in years. This was the same warmth I used to pray for, the one that had never come back. As I watched all of this happen, I should have been furious. But all I felt was clarity and conviction. Even though I was practically invisible, the whispers themselves never stopped. “She’s so beautiful… so powerful, unlike our current Luna.” “Our pack finally has a real Luna.” “Poor Elena. She should step aside gracefully and hand over the position back to Sloane.” All of their words sliced through me until one of the elders – an old man with white hair, who was also Trent’

Inés turns pale and doesn't take her eyes off Connor and Selene's joined hands, while Clarisse covers her mouth in astonishment. "Connor, what...?" Carla tries to say something, but the alpha interrupts her. "Mother, Clarisse, Inés, this is Selene, my mate and future Luna of our pack." The word "Luna" rings in Inés' head, while Carla looks Selene up and down before shaking her head in evident disapproval. She doesn't even try to hide it, and Jackson mentally laughs at the scene. However, he wouldn't want to be in Selene's shoes right now or in the coming days.

Like we both knew there were things left unsaid. I cleared my throat. "So, tell me more about your pack. You said you’re Beta now?" He nodded. "Yeah. In Crescent Moon Pack. Been there for the past five years. It’s... different. But good." "Crescent Moon?" I frowned slightly. "That’s Alpha Daxton’s pack, isn’t it?" Kyle smirked. "Look at you, still keeping up with werewolf politics." "Please," I waved him off. "I’m Luna. It’s literally part of my job."

“Unique abilities… like what? I mean I know that I have powers but I don’t know what are they except producing light from my hands.” “Powers tied to the moon,” he explained, his voice steady. “Healing, control over other wolves, manipulating lunar phases… and who knows what else. Each Moonbound is unique, but their lives are never easy. They’re destined to face struggles, pain, and loss—it’s almost like a curse that comes with their power.” I shivered, the weight of his words settling heavily on my shoulders. That definitely explained my life so far. “Yeah, Moon Goddess mentioned that in our conversation. And it was necessary to lose all those people and face the betrayals from them to shape

“I’m not impressed by what’s happening,” the Moon Goddess said to me with a frown on her face as I still tried to wrap my head around the fact that we were here again. “Neither am I,” I replied. “The humans have destroyed their own plans on accident. They wanted to use those herbs gotten from the witches to destroy your pack, but they made a mistake. Their lab exploded, and all the herbs have been destroyed.” At her words, I sighed in relief and closed my eyes for a moment. “Oh, thank you. You have no idea how—”