Their Warrior Luna By Lisa Thomas Novels & Stories

Why is he reacting this way? “Oh, Dira, you don’t want to go there. You don’t know what you are saying,” he says. His breath was fanning my face. “You also don’t know what you are saying or what you are implying I will be forced to do,” I clap back. “You don’t understand that you are my Luna, and you need to be by my side,” he is almost pleading with anger still very much present. “You don’t know me, Ryker, and I mean it,” with renewed strength in my voice, “You fuck around, and you will find out. I am a Warrior first before I am someone else’s Luna,” I say firmly.

~~~ ~Callum's POV~ I lay in my bed, and heavy pants fell from my lips. The work of training the warriors for battle has made me an exhausted man. The warriors we had available were trained harder than every other warrior we've had in the history of the Moon Crescent pack. —there, we have to pay for losing good men in battle. I continued laying on the bed, about to drift off into a beautiful sleep w, when the door to my bedroom cracked open, and the woman who had made herself known to me, and a sigh left my lips.

he apologized, lowering his body. Lisa chuckled slightly, placing herself In front of him, “I insisted on treating you. Why are you covering up for me?” she asked, obviously directing her question to the pack warrior. He rubbed his wrists nervously, staring at the ground, “I..” Frustrated, I grabbed Lisa's hands, dragging her away from the pack warrior, “You really don't understand anything about staying put, right?” I asked, looking ahead, and Lisa chuckled, sending a fluttering feeling to my belly. My grip on her hands tightened, a strange feeling in my heart, “I mean, you shouldn't be seen caring for a pack warrior. That's the Luna's job. You're a guest here.”

“You’d go to war for her?” “I’d burn the world.” --- That evening, Luna walked the training field alone. The air crackled with whispers—some curious, others fearful. She could feel the divide growing. Even those who’d bowed yesterday were wary now. It didn’t surprise her. Power always came with suspicion. A younger warrior approached. Barely twenty. Eyes wide, voice shaking. “Luna?” She nodded. “Yes?” “I just… I saw what you did. With Dren. And I just wanted to say… thank you.”

“Believe me, you don’t want our Luna to be unhappy with you,” one of the warriors says. I glance at them, frowning. Both warriors are trying to hide their smiles. “She threatened to follow our Beta into the Moon Goddess’ realm and drag his ass back,” the other warrior says. While they’re teasing their Luna, or future Luna, there’s a huge amount of admiration and respect, even from them. It makes me even more curious about this woman. I look back at this doctor and see her roll her eyes.

Addie could see Jess among the crowd, twisting her towel in her hand and looking like she was going to cry. The Luna came out of the house holding a whip in her hand. The Luna was a pretty woman, about thirty, with short black hair cut into a trendy pixie cut. She obviously trained with the warriors. She was muscular and looked like she could take on any male warrior and win. Addie knew this was going to be bad. The warrior pulled her up on the makeshift stage and tried to pull Addie’s hands above her head. It was somewhat amusing as she was just as tall as the warrior but his arms were stubby. “Do you need a stool to stand on?” she asked, amused.

I slowed my steps and kept my distance as I watched. “Stop dragging your feet, you're too slow,” Meena sneered at one of the warriors. “Fight like this? You'll be dead before the first strike lands, don't think you can live to see the first blow.” The warrior lowered his head immediately. “Yes, Luna.” Luna? My stomach twisted. Only if they knew what darkness lies with the evil so called Luna. Only if they knew what she meant by those words she just said. She smiled at that warrior. You know that crooked evil smile.

They settled down beside me, their eyes fixed on me as I began to speak. “There once was a warrior, Luna,” I began, my voice steady despite the exhaustion that weighed on me. “She was strong, brave, and beautiful. Her people depended on her, and she never let them down. But there came a time when she was tested, when the enemy tried to tear apart everything she loved. And even though she was afraid, she fought. She fought to protect her pack, to protect the ones she loved, and in the end, she won.” I looked down at them, their eyes bright, their faces filled with awe.

No sign of her. I am Rachel Thornhill, daughter of Thomas Thornhill, who is the beta of the Winter Moon pack. I have long chestnut brown hair, almost to my waist. My eyes are a forest green and if you look closely you can see gold speckles in them. My skin is an olive tone, and I have about a dozen light freckles sprinkled over my face. My lips are full and a dull shade of pink. I am one of the shorter girls of my pack, measuring a whopping 5'3" and weighing 125 lbs. "She should have parished with the bitch that manipulated you! She is the byproduct of having a child with someone who is not your mate!" sneered my stepmother.

“We heard what Jannie did to the Luna.” I winced at the word Luna. Natalie hadn’t accepted the title, but to them… she already was. “She’s not—” “She is,” a young warrior, Kane, said from behind her. “She is our Luna. She’s the one who protected us from the rogues. She nearly died for us. Not you.” Everyone in the small crowd murmured in agreement. “She hasn’t accepted,” I tried to explain. “She doesn’t need to. She has already proven herself.” Kane said. “She didn’t run. She didn’t put herself first.”