True Luna Cast Novels & Stories

' I ran with all my strength, and in just ten minutes, I saw the familiar sight of our family's villa in the distance. Even though I was still around three thousand feet away, I could already hear voices coming from inside. I hadn't awakened my wolf yet, but my hearing was sharp enough to pick up the conversation. It was my Alpha father, Tyler Northcutt, and he seemed to be on the phone. "Honorable Beta of the Snowmoon Pack, tomorrow is your 60th birthday 'Snowmoon Pack's Beta? Was Dad talking to Joshua?' I instinctively slowed my steps. Snowmoon Pack was our neighboring pack, and their beta was Joshua Quinn.

I had to talk to Ashley to clarify everything alone, not when that so-called stick breathed down her neck and without an army of guards watching us like hawks. Goddess!I needed answers, and I wasn’t leaving this pack without them. Trying to shove the doubt of my head, I scrubbed a hand over my face as Carson returned with a file in his hand. He came back within an hour as I had ordered him to investigate Ashley. He closed the door behind him and said. “Luna is a medicine student here!” He reported seriously. “She is also a researcher and a healer.” He then told me about the Miller family’s stay here, but the next part of his explanation swiftly caught my attention.

“Back off. You ruin this, and I’ll end you myself.” Luna watched the tension between them build. A crack. A weakness. She clung to one truth—Grayson’s love was real. From their first kiss to the night he promised to face her past with her. She wasn’t a possession. She wasn’t a pawn. She was Luna Vaughn. As Roberts turned to leave, her heels echoing up the stairs, Luna’s fingers found a loose knot and pulled. “You’re wrong,” she said quietly. “Grayson’s stronger than you think. And so am I.”

Nine of the most powerful Lunas in North America, each one radiating authority that makes my skin prickle. I recognize a few from research-Luna Victoria Sterling from the East Coast packs, Luna Helena Blackwood from the Southern coalition, Luna Diana Frost from the Northern territories. The others are equally formidable. And in the gallery behind them, I spot the Conservative Alpha block. Alpha James. Alpha Marcus. Alpha Richard. All watching with undisguised hostility. Kael’s hand finds the small of my back, a possessive, grounding touch. “You’ve got this,” he murmurs. “Mr. Thorne,” Luna Victoria speaks, her voice like silk over steel. “Please take your seat in the gallery. Luna Sage will p

Elena asks, grinning. I nod. “Let’s do this.” The podcast begins. “Welcome back to Moonstruck Confessions, everyone,” Elena says, leaning into the mic as she owns it. “Today is special. We’re coming to you live from Revenant Pack territory with none other than Sienna Hart — the Hybrid Luna herself — along with her best friends Isla and Tabitha. Ladies, thank you for being here.” Tabitha waves at the camera. “Thanks for having us! Also, the venison last night? Ten out of ten.”

“Luna Emma is a mole. She tricked us all to an old treehouse with Aria. Averie got shot and Aria is unconscious.” “That is not possible, how can you say that?” Anderson growled and stepped forward. “That is my Luna. You can actually be the mole, pretending to be clean.” “It's okay, Anderson. We'll still get to know the truth. Take her to the infirmary for treatment. Keep guards on her.” I then turned to Stephanie. “Please just stay there. I'll come later for us to talk further.” She nodded at me. “You can head there, I'll join you.” Anderson quickly said and picked her up in his arms.

Her lips curl into a weak smile. Luke had turned back into his human form, grabbed the pair of shorts he tied to his leg, and positioned himself in front of us, bending the knee. -"Long live Queen Luna Naomi!" His voice thunders through the silent arena. -"Long live Queen Luna Naomi!" Another member shouts, and soon after, the whole pack is exalting her name. -"Thank yo-u, Matt." Naomi lets out a soft sob, bringing my attention to her. Tears trace her beautiful face.

The next day, Luna arrived at Celestial Enterprise early in the morning. She wore a dignified black suit with delicate makeup on her face. She dressed up exceptionally beautifully and wore a white flower on her head. Her eyes were swollen, indicating that she had not slept well last night. “Ms. Timberland...” Luna’s voice was hoarse, but she went straight to the point. “I want to know if the news circulating online about the Wolf King is true.” She could not help but feel her nose sting at her own words. Her eyes instantly watered, but her gaze fixed on Sonia, waiting for the latter’s answer.

Rula chuckled. Rula pointed at herself. "I am the pure Luna, and you are the alter Luna. You are a fake Luna." Yarusoyya grumbled. "Isn't that right, fake Luna?" asked Rula with a sharp grin. Next

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.