The Lost Pack's Luna Mga Nobela at Kwento

“We can definitely offer that.” “I wouldn’t offer them shit, especially that fucker there.” Naomi said, pointing at me. “Girl, the feeling is mutual.” I huffed. “There are other women groups out there that we can get in contact with that’ll join your pack. One of the packs is known as the Luna pack. They are only women and they have been looking for an all male pack for the longest. We can join the pack as well, but only as sister warriors.” I saw Janelle’s truck pull up to Erika’s driveway.

Luna motions to the man who stands behind her with the spiky blonde hair who looks at all of us. "This is my mate, Joey, who helps run the pack with me, Luna tells me, which confuses me before I never let it click that she was the alpha of her pack. Austin told me that her pack was an ally, but it never occurred to me that he said that it was her pack. "Oh, right, you're the alpha of the.." I say, not knowing what it was called. "The spirit mountain Pack," she tells me, picking up the necklace that's placed around her neck that holds a pearly white stone that looks like it's lighting up by the way the sun hits it and I assume it's a real

“I'm so proud of you, Kitten.” Alpha Thorton walked up to the podium. “Lunas are an integral part of our packs and we are proud of all of you. None has been disqualified for this round. First, the Luna Doris of the Sacred Moon pack got eight points. Then Luna Astra of the Helium pack and Luna Bells of the Drakun pack with seven points. Luna Freda of the Tranus pack and Luna Reina of the Moonsbane pack with six points.” Several wolves cheered aloud at the announcement made, their Lunas made them proud by starting well.

Once again, everyone starts trying to speak over one another. Holding my hand up again, “Where is your Luna?” The same young man answers, “We tracked her here and lost her scent.” My gamma looks at me and frowns. He steps forward, raising his hand for quiet, “Okay, let’s try this. What pack are you from?” A different young man steps forward, “I got this Mark. Alpha, we are from the Moon Touched pack.” I noticed my gamma’s complexion became pale. “There is no such pack. What pack are you from?”

At border training, she stood at Adrian’s right side. At pack dinners, she sat beside him. Before the winter hunt, she wore his spare cloak and smiled like the real Luna. And I always stood nearby, smiling too hard, trying to prove I was the one chosen by the Moon Goddess. I opened my pack feed. Almost every post was about Adrian. The first training badge he gave me. The first pack gathering we attended side by side. The day the old Alpha acknowledged me before everyone as Frostpine’s future Luna. There were blessings beneath those posts.

Feeling Brett’s body stiffen with anger from Orla’s tone, I place my hand on his arm and quickly change the subject. “So what now for the McCoy pack?” I looked to my Father. Sipping on his cup of coffee he looked back at me. “Well that is kind of up to you now Willow.” “What do you mean?” I asked looking between Dad and Brett. Brett placed his arm around my lower back. “The pack is ours now. We are their Alpha and Luna. We have a lot of work to do retraining them, appointing a beta and delta, trying to trust the pack and also trying to rehome the rogues, if they wish to be.”

I don't want to lose the chance to be the Luna. All of my friends already know that I will soon be the Luna of the pack. If they find out that I lost it because I was sleeping with some other wolf, they are definitely going to laugh at me. I will be the laughingstock of the entire pack. I really don't think that I'll be able to stay in the pack anymore if that happens to me. "Please.... please, it was just a one-time thing ... Please just forgive me. It won't happen again. I wasn't going to do it after I became the Luna," I begged.

” “Just tell my wife that I’ll be back before the sun sets,” “Luna?” the woman in the red cloak exclaimed after reading the what she seems— absurd news from the informant in the Lycan castle. She kicked the werewolf they captured last night to appease her anger. He was not shouting anymore— “Tsk. get me a new one. This one’s broken already,” The hunters looked at each other. The head had been so out of it since the last base transfer that the organization did. “Did you not hear me?” “We hear you, head, but—” The man that stood in front and was about to say something had his head rolling on the floor after the woman in the red cloak swang her sword.

After ten minutes of flying, Cain’s obnoxious babble is heard through the headphones. I barely pay attention to his asinine conversation, but word keeps breaking through his drowning. “Luna” and “Willowa Pack”. The very thought of being Luna of this pack making me bristle. I want to be Luna to a group of unruly rogues, painting beautiful murals on the walls of our tiny cabin.

Watching to see my reaction. “I can’t be Luna.. have you seen me” I say standing up and putting my hands on my hips, I look at him. My heart thunders, he must only be saying this because he’s going to reject me. He doesn’t want me as his Luna. “Your pack isn’t going to want me Jax, I’m scarred. Broken, and not the ideal candidate..”