Runaway Luna Novels & Stories

Like killing people was just another Tuesday. “So,” he said, switching back to being business-like “Tell me, what news do you have for me?” I swallowed hard. This was it. The moment. “The Luna,” I said, my voice shaking. “She's planning to run.” His eyes narrowed. “Run where?” “I don't know. She didn't say. But I heard her talking to one of the women, and she seemed serious about it. She thinks she's too much of a burden on the pack. With Jordan's threats and everything. She wants to leave so the pack doesn't have to fight over her.”

I'll never forget his words that almost brought me to tears. "My Alpha, we do not mean to disobey. But our Luna has been taken from us. Now that you have found your mate, our pack is incomplete until she has been returned to the safety of our walls. You cannot expect us to stay here and wait for you to return. Our Luna needs us. We may not be as strong as some of your warriors anymore, but we are capable and willing to fight. Please do not make us stay behind when our Luna needs us. The dishonour of not being able to do our part for our pack would put us in an early grave."

Dad questions for more information above her frantic panicking. “Rogues…they are threatening to kill her.” “I don’t understand, what that has to do with us.” I say harshly. Alicia is part of one of the Waterbow northern packs, as far as I am concerned this is now an internal pack issue. “She is Brett’s chosen mate.” Luna Amelie shouts at me hysterically. Both Father and I growl at the idea, for Luna Amelie disrespecting our Willow. “Amelie…Brett has a fated mate and has made it very clear he ended things with Alicia.” Dad firmly replies.

New plan. _*]:min-w-0"> Luna ran. _*]:min-w-0"> The creature chased. _*]:min-w-0"> She could hear it behind her. Crashing through undergrowth. Faster than she was. Gaining. _*]:min-w-0"> Her wolf rose without permission. Instinct taking over. _*]:min-w-0"> Luna's hands shifted. Claws extending. Her vision sharpened further. Her speed increased. _*]:min-w-0">

Patrol reports carry fewer red marks. “And Luna,” Lira says suddenly. Rylan smiles faintly. “She sends a postcard from her trip to Africa.” “Again?” “She claims the sunsets there look better each time.” Lira imagines her friend standing at the edge of distant shores, wind in her hair. “She always wants to see the world,” she says. “She is seeing it.” Beta Damon accepts leadership of the LunarStrike pack, and Beta Hale is his beta. His guidance brings stability there as well. Luna travels freely now, sending letters filled with sketches and stories of cities and forests far beyond their borders.

Zach’s eyes scanned the invite and a familiar scent hit him. This year, however, was different. Whispers had reached his ears, whispers suggesting that a certain runaway might make an appearance. His runaway. The thought sent a thrill of anticipation through him, a dark excitement that bordered on mania. He had spent five long years tracking her, his anger simmering just below the surface, and his obsession only growing stronger with each passing day. Now, the hunt was about to end. He called for his Beta, Damon, a massive wolf with a scarred snout and a loyalty that ran as deep as the earth. "Damon," he said, his voice low and dangerous, "Prepare everything. We leave at once."

"I cannot believe that two of my most dimwitted soldiers captured the Highridge Pack's Luna!" It was an unfamiliar voice. I was relieved that it was not Gretta, though. I chastised myself for that awful thought. Of course, Gretta won’t hurt me. She would never put her niece and me in danger. I had to remind myself that I was still in huge danger, though. Knowing they could kill me anytime they wanted. As the only candidate to become the Highridge Pack’s Luna, killing me means it will weaken Caden. And that will give them a huge opportunity to attack my mate and his territory.

she said, "I'm done running. And I'm done hiding. And I need him to see —" "See what?" Luna smiled. It wasn't a nice smile. "See what he threw away." --- Later that night, after the pups were asleep in their rented room above the pack house tavern, Luna sat alone by the window. The moon was full. The same moon that had watched her bleed in the forest. The same moon that had watched her give birth in a cave. The same moon that had watched her crawl, and struggle, and survive. Five years, she thought. Five years, and I'm back.

A week ago, Luna Avy was determined to take revenge on the crescent moon pack. To punish those who wronged her.... But now.... Her heart felt pity. If the revelation hadn't unfold before her, she might have been the victim or wrongdoing till her last breath. The wheel of time changes without anyone's concern. Who knew what secrets the face of a caring and responsible leader might be hiding. In her bathroom, she watched her reflection. Water dripped down her chin slowly as her red, weak eyes focused on space.

"Doesn't that mean more of your pack members will learn my secret?" "I plan on getting together my most trusted members." Mason explained. "This way I know that word won't get around to everyone. One day these will be your most trusted people too, don't forget that." Blushing Danica took in Mason's words. These people would be her most trusted people one day. He was referring to when she became Luna they would work under her as well as Mason. Still not sure how great of a Luna she would make Danica tried to keep her thoughts from going downhill, especially with how much faith Mason had in her.