The Luna Is Gone 소설 & 이야기

She's going to be our Luna soon! Someone nearby scoffed in disbelief. "Come on, really? It's been years since they broke up. You think he's actually going to take her as his mate?" "You don't believe me? I've got proof!" The self-proclaimed gossip expert practically vibrated with glee. She whipped out her phone and tapped open a photo. "See? This is it! Evidence that Alpha Aaron and Lily are definitely back together!" A chorus of gasps rippled through the room. "Oh, Moon Goddess…"

She clutched her dead phone, feeling a mix of fear and excitement from Maggie's news and the fact that Hansen was blocking her path. Does he hate me that much? she thought and took a few steps back, saying with unwavering determination, "I'm leaving right now." Caitlin, on the steps, looked at Alpha's handsome wolf form with excitement but was infuriated by Catherine's presence. "Alpha, she was packing to leave. I told her to stay a bit longer, but she said she didn't want to see me again and found me disgusting," she said. The butler quickly added fuel to the fire. "Alpha, I was just trying to persuade Luna not to leave. But she wouldn't listen, and even scattered her clothes everywhere. Mi

My voice was barely more than a whisper, yet my question spiraled into the threads connecting wolf to wolf. At first, silence greeted me. Then, a faint and an unfamiliar voice began to bleed into my thoughts. It’s true. Derek’s second Luna is gone. She died in her sleep. Crescent Moon is in chaos. The voice slipped away before I could grasp it. I froze. My pulse raced. Another Luna dead?

The room seems to tilt, and she has to force herself to speak slowly enough that no one can pretend they misunderstood her. “I’m Rhea Moonmere,” she says. “I’m his wife. I’m your Luna.” The silence that follows is worse than the scream. Holt looks at Darian, and Darian’s hand tightens around his blade. Elin whispers from behind them, “There is no Luna.” Rhea hears the words, but they do not fit anywhere inside her. They strike the surface of her mind and break there, useless and impossible. “That’s ridiculous,” she says. “Call Maddox.”

Ronan struggled to sit up. "Luna... she's in the Hall of Remembrance," Marcus said softly. "The funeral is tomorrow. It's our tradition." Ronan broke. "No... She can't be dead... She's waiting for me to save her..." "Alpha, I'm so sorry." Marcus held out a blood-stained white shawl. "Luna left this behind." It was Cressida's. Her blood was on it from where she'd cut her wrist. Ronan took it with a trembling hand and pressed it to his face.

“I’m Alpha Orson’s Luna. You don’t want to mess with him.” “Oh…I would rather pick my boss over Alpha Orson.” He winked at me as he increased the speed, making me bump my head. “Sorry, honey. Sit tight because it is going to be a rough ride.” I screamed, kicking his seat as he oversped. “You’re going to get us killed.” “That’s only going to happen if you don’t sit tight and keep shut.” He grunted, speeding. “You’re going to regret this. I promise you.” “I am not. We’re almost at our destination. So, smile a bit, Luna.” He replied in a sarcastic tone.

If money could buy Sterling back from a man like this, we weren't about to do anything foolish enough to risk it. "Now then." Weston finally turned his full attention toward Orion and Celeste, a slow, deliberate shift, like he'd been saving the best part for last. He let the silence stretch a beat longer than it needed to, clearly enjoying it. "This little girl's situation isn't something money fixes. Luna Celeste. Do you understand what's about to happen to you? Because I don't think you do, not yet."

Elara was Cassian's only Luna, and they had loved each other for ten years. But at this year's remembrance ceremony, Elara's name on the stone tablet suddenly split open. The Moon Goddess no longer blessed her, no longer claimed her. Another woman, Seraphina, was about to become the next Luna. And Elara had only five days left to live. What made it worse was that Cassian had known all along. Three years ago, he had led Elara up to the crown himself, and he had signed that contract himself. He knew perfectly well that being Luna had never been an honor, but an offering to the Moon Goddess. Yet Cassian kept it from her for three years. All he said was, "I want to save you." Only later did she

"What happened? Is everyone—" "Gone," Kade said. "He retreated the moment you went down. I don't know why. I don't know what that collision did to either of you, but the second your fire and his light stopped fighting each other, he just—" His jaw tightened, some remembered fear moving behind his eyes. "He looked at you like you'd surprised him. And then he left, without another word, without finishing what he came to do." Luna pushed herself up slowly, every muscle in her body aching like she'd been beaten, and looked down at her own hands. The silver light beneath her skin had gone strangely quiet, banked low like embers instead of the restless, humming fire it had been since the border st

At the Knight Tower, three floors above the city, Noah closed the last file on his desk and sat looking at it for a long moment. He should have been pleased; the quarterly reports were finished, the board’s questions answered, and the afternoon’s meetings moved. He had gotten through the whole day on four hours of sleep and a single cup of coffee. But his attention kept sliding toward the phone beside his elbow, and the text Talon had sent an hour earlier. Luna left the estate this morning with Madam Lula, and their destination was the Knight pack house. The packhouse—he read it a third time, then he stood, pulled on his coat, and picked up his keys.