Their Warrior Luna By Lisa Thomas Mga Nobela at Kwento

I fell into a rhythm of waking beside Damon, spending my days exploring the edges of the territory, occasionally watching the warriors train, though I never trained. No one here pushed me. No one expected me to be anything more than Damon’s… companion. At first, it felt like freedom, but sometimes, Just sometimes It felt like something else. “You don’t train here?” The question slipped out before I could stop it. We were sitting outside, watching a small group of warriors train lazily in the distance. Damon barely glanced in their direction. “They train enough,” he said with a shrug. “It’s not the same,” I said.

He yelled , curiosity taking over him. " The kingdoms of Baduk and Yarna have fallen into the hands of Azra. " The words hit alpha Lahey like a bolt of lightning. His senses sharpened and his eyes dilated in shock. " What?" " Baduk and Yarna fell in one night. " The chief guard pressed further. " In one night?" Alpha Lahey asked , still in shock. " Yes. They both fell to Azra just in one night. As I speak to you right now, Alpha Lowell and Alpha Hadulf have been forced to submit to Alpha Duncan. "

Warriors fell before they could shift. The air thickened with wolfsbane, choking them, killing them. “IT’S AN AMBUSH!” someone screamed. Nicolas barely had time to react. A silver net landed on him, burning his skin on contact. He screamed, his wolf howling inside—but the silver held him down. “NICOLAS!” Zaiya screamed. She shifted, her sleek black wolf leaping at the enemy. Her claws tore through armor, her fangs found flesh. One down. Then another.

I threatened back and he seemed moved. “I can’t believe you are choosing to condemn something so many women are fighting for.” He said but I didn’t care. “Stop thinking any of the things you said would move me because the won’t change the fact that you would be the Luna of this pack in two days.”

The moon light shone clearly forehead as I looked up to it. *Help me mother. Luna derascio jermana hetero jui.* My wolf said silently and my eyes widened at my glowing fur. Blue fire blazed through it making all the wolves to stare at me in awe. Even I was surprised. The pendant on my neck shone and connected to the moon. I stared surprised and tried to convince myself that this was all from me. * I am Luna. The first warrior to the moon goddess. We, Adriana are the Liberation. We are The Light and we are headed to clear the darkness from the supernatural world that the moon goddess watches over.*

Let them accept her challenges and step onto the mat. She'd end them. All of them. And she'd do it legally. Properly. In full accordance with pack law. And when it was over, when seven conspirators lay defeated, broken, taught the lesson they desperately needed, pack would know. Everyone would know. Luna wasn't just Pakhan's mate. Wasn't just omega. Wasn't just pretty face or political alliance. Luna was warrior. Protector. Someone willing to be brutal, absolutely brutal, to protect family.

Oliver came forward. -"To be honest, I wouldn't mind, Luna, but what if we hurt them with our brute force? I wouldn't feel comfortable fighting with a female." The warrior, who first answered me, spoke once again. -"I see. What's your name?" I ask the warrior. -"My name is Luke Heidelberg, Luna." -"Do you all feel the same way as Luke does?" I asked the group, and they all nodded in agreement. I see the girls approaching the training grounds through the corner of my eyes, so I let the boys be for now. Charlotte leads a group of ten females as I walk away from the boys, further into the clearing, and wait for the girls to catch up.

My command still held him locked in submission, his wolf recognizing an authority older and deeper than physical strength. "As for my place in the natural order," I continued, rising from my chair with fluid grace, "I am Luna. I am the mother of the next generation, the keeper of pack law, the voice that speaks for those who cannot speak for themselves. I have earned that title through sacrifice and suffering and strength that none of you can imagine." I turned to face Darius directly, letting him see the woman I'd become in the years since I'd fled his territory.

The funerals lasted three days. Nineteen wolves from four different battlefields. Warriors and civilians, young and old—all who had died defending the right to choose reform over tradition. I attended every single one. I stood beside grieving families, spoke words that felt inadequate, and watched coffins lowered into earth that seemed to be swallowing too many good people. Luna came to most of them. She insisted, even though each one visibly broke something inside her. At the funeral for Thomas, the warrior from Stone's pack who had questioned her age and then died using the shield she taught him, Luna stood silently beside his mate and three children. The youngest couldn't have been more t

"There is a true Luna in the Storm Pack." The warriors let out a fierce cry. But I knew in my heart It wasn't over yet. Not quite yet.