The Luna He Raised Novels & Stories

A roar of approval rose around me, voices lifted in defiance, in unity. I lifted my chin. “Tomorrow, we begin training. We prepare. And when the time comes—we fight.” The roar became deafening. Riven smirked. “Well, looks like you’ve got yourself a pack, Luna.” I turned toward him, meeting his gaze. “Killian won't see what hits him.”

He smiled at me with a little sadness in his eyes, trying to look as if nothing had happened. There was no one with two mates. That was simply impossible. The webs are separated into two, not three. And I did not feel that kind of connection with Izaiah. I hoped it was a good girl, someone with the patience to handle this giant. I expected him to be happy together with his mate because he deserved it. “As I said, Luna. All preparations are ready for tomorrow.” “Thank you, Izaiah.” I waited for that day. Hunter was perfect. It would not be the big celebration that the pack expected, but we had wanted both to have at least one special day. We would take advantage of it to officially celebrate

Realizing what had happened, Sierra tries to move as far away from the child as possible but the pain grows more intense with each breaking limb. “Oh! This is excruciating!” Sierra cries out: in that moment, she wished she was with her family. The transformation is slower because she lost her protective stone that controls her ability to turn on full moons. Now covered in snow-white fur, canines formed, claws clearly visible, the heightened strength and uncontrollable rage in her bright blue eyes, she howled at the moon as it reached its apex. Growling lightly, Sierra walks slowly to where her baby is sleeping peacefully. Interestingly she didn’t wake up amidst all the screams and cries. Wat

His father tried to reason. As they spoke, his mother walked into his office. His mother, the luna of the pack, Caua Wolf was a woman in her early fourties. She was only a little over five foot which made her very short compared to her husband and son. She had long brown hair and brown eyes that shone whenever she spoke. She also had very soft features. She was a caring mother and a kind luna. All the people of the pack love her for her good heart, and Rodriguez loved his mom more than anyone else.

“Their Luna.” What the fuck?

"You’re the true Luna." ***

She would have fetched a high price for our Uncle. “It saddens me to think what has happened to her parents.” Lugh says to Orla who nods her head at him. “I don’t understand why I’m being spellbound. I don’t know magic, I wouldn’t hurt anyone.” I still didn’t get it. I’m not special. I’m not even strong enough to be a Luna. Brett must have felt my emotions through the bond as he kissed me gently on the lips and whispered. “You are special to me.”

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"He kissed you. He had you. He took you from us." "I was not yours to take," Rhea said, her voice echoing with a fierce, terrible power. "I am my own. I am a Mooncrest. I am a Luna. And I will not be owned. Not by you. Not by anyone.". The pack was silent. They were waiting. They were watching. They were waiting for their Luna to order them. The order to fight. The order to spill blood. The order to start the war.

I grimaced at Castor, who was raising his head toward me. [Protect our Luna.] [No, Castor. Hold on...]