The Lost Pack's Luna Novels & Stories

“You’re not even going to ask what happened?” “I already tried to kill you once,” I reply, smiling coldly. “Why would I care if Cassian beat me to it?” “I figured you’d say that,” she says, rising to her feet — the fake sweetness gone. “Which is why I came here weeks ago and brushed up on pack law. According to it, I have every right to be here.” I laugh. Arms crossed. “Do explain.” “I’m still the Luna of this pack.” The words hit like a punch to the gut.

"The luna banished three of the pack members." "Astra!"

Antheia answered, her voice breaking as she spoke, not wanting to utter such a nightmare of her to anyone ever again, yet she could not refuse to answer the question of the Luna and celebrant. “Muggar Pack” Luna Elena repeated with a little interest for she barely had knowledge about the pack, though she had heard about it already before, it was just a small pack she gives no importance nor attention to especially since she and her pack has no business with the Muggar Pack.

"We watch for the return." "Return of what?" Eleanor pressed. But Thomas would say no more. On her fifth night, Eleanor broke the rules. She hid behind the church wall with a high-quality audio recorder, determined to capture any sounds the villagers might make during the six o'clock gathering. The recorder was her best — a professional model that could pick up a whisper from fifty yards. She positioned it carefully, checked the battery, and waited. At six sharp, the villagers gathered as always. They stood in their circle. They stood in silence. For ten minutes, nothing happened. Eleanor began to feel foolish. Then, at exactly six-twelve — three minutes before the ritual was supposed to end

Luna's heart swelled with a sense of purpose as she looked out at her pack, knowing that she had found her place and her purpose among them. In the days that followed, Luna and Ethan poured their hearts and souls into rebuilding the pack. They worked tirelessly, drawing upon their strengths and talents to ensure the pack's success. Luna's natural leadership and determination inspired the pack members, while Ethan's strategic mind and combat skills ensured their safety and prosperity.

Just watched, calm and dangerous. “I didn’t stutter.” Kendrick turned, jaw clenched. “That sword holds the balance, Mira. You remove it, and the protection over the pack—the entire kingdom—weakens. You want war at our doorstep?” She swung her legs off the bed slowly, her nightgown clinging to her curves. “I want Seraphina out of my way. Permanently.” “Then use your damn Luna power. Talk to Nicolas. Pull strings. Don’t ask me to commit treason.”

“It’s so beautiful. How wonderful it would be if I also had the time to get involved in the pack’s palace garden. One day, I will make the pack’s palace as beautiful as this.” I walked slowly, following the path to the center of the park where an old oak tree stood majestically, its branches forming a natural canopy. Beneath it, a group of Luna were gathered, sitting in a circle on a curved stone bench. Their laughter floated lightly in the air, adding warmth to the atmosphere despite the gentle breeze. Luna Meyra from the Glimmerhowl Pack spotted me first. Her wavy black hair fluttered gently as she waved. “Luna Lyara! We’re discussing the new coffee from the west. Want to join us?”

By sunset the rumors would be flying to every neighboring pack, and by tomorrow the whole territory would know. Auren whimpered softly against me. “I’m so tired, Mama.” “It’s alright, my love. Let’s get you to bed.” I carried him to my own bed, wrapping him carefully in my old quilt that still smelled like home and safety. Within minutes, his tiny wolf body started glowing with a faint silver light. It grew brighter and brighter until I had to shield my eyes. When the light finally faded, my little boy lay curled up beneath the blanket, completely human again and fast asleep like nothing extraordinary had happened.

Perhaps I should have had more security to guard her. “Listen carefully, my son. We are a great pack, we are still contemplating whether to make the disappearance of the Luna public. But then, what happens when the other pack learns that the Luna of our gray pack has gone missing from our very eyes? Doesn't this mean we've lost our touch? Do you think they would respect us as the great pack we are known to be?” We all shook our heads speechlessly.

Luna identified them as members of their adversary's organization. Luna's pulse knocked as she overheard their chat, hearing Anna's voice as she disclosed the pack's flaws and secrets. Luna realized she needed to act quickly to protect her pack, but she couldn't do it alone. She approached a group of powerful witches she'd met on her travels, thinking they'd be willing to assist her. They decided to help her, much to her astonishment, and they devised a strategy together. But just as they were about to launch their attack, Luna received another communication, this time from a traitor within their pack. The message stated that they were aware of Luna's plan and had set up a trap for her and h