True Luna: Chasing The White Wolf Movie Novels & Stories

Damien was dangerous, far more dangerous than he showed, and if Silas was to fight him or Draco, he needed the truth. A soft knock on the wall startled me out of my spiraling thoughts. A she-wolf bowed quickly before me, her voice gentle but urgent. “Luna, the pups have woken.” I inhaled deeply, forcing my expression to soften, nodding in acknowledgment. Duty steadied me where grief and doubt could not. “I will come.”

He caught it with his thumb. “I love you,” he said, the words simple, absolute, and devastating. “I have loved you since the day you stumbled into the training yard with those too-big boots. I am going to make you my Luna. My mate. My everything. No matter what.” A fragile, impossible hope cracked open in my chest. “What about the alliance? What will you tell your father?” A slow, fierce smile touched his lips. It was the smile I’d dreamed of for ninety lonely nights. “I’ll tell him to fuck off.”

I wasn't sure what I was going to say, but I needed to get him distracted and away from our false Luna long enough to inform her of the truth. I let my nose guide me, and ended up in front of the door to the cinema room. I stood outside for a second, wondering how I was going to achieve my goal. Whatever I was going to do I had to make out like it was urgent. I placed my hand on the door handle and opened it quickly. Barging through and panting as though I was out of breath from running. The sight before me sent chills down my spine. Our false Luna was in the arms of our cruel Alpha. What if I was already too late to convince her of what kind of man Alpha Carson truly was?

I watched her. This woman, my mate, the Luna, the last White Wolf, daughter of the Moon Goddess. The very complication I’d tried to dismiss upon her arrival at Ravenwood, now stood in a villa overlooking the ocean, absorbing the most shattering news with a clarity and grace I was certain I’d never possess.

NELSON'S POV She is right, very right. The job of the Luna is a very tactful one, how is a human going to follow me into war? Melissa isn't a wolf that can shift and fight, she can't even protect herself and was almost killed twice if not that I was always present to save her. There has to be a mistake somewhere, maybe the Moon goddess made a mistake, it should be because I don't understand how this could play out. Although I could admit that Melissa does have a Fierce fire burning inside of her but I need someone brave enough to lead the pack into war and not a weakling.

Luna watched in awe as he fought, his fur matted with blood, and his teeth bared in a snarl. She knew she had to help. With a deep breath, she ran towards the hunters, her stake held firmly in her hand. She lunged at one of them, sinking the stake deep into his chest. The hunter fell to the ground, dead. Luna felt a sense of satisfaction but also a deep sadness at the loss of life. As she turned to face the other hunters, Luna saw Jaxon charging towards her, his eyes wild with fear. "Luna, we have to go. Now!" he yelled, his voice urgent.

All of the Pack Members stood from their seats and gasped in shock. "Oh, my Goddess," "Our Luna is a White Wolf," "I thought they were a myth," "I knew she was special," All the different Pack Members said. Keith was looking at me with a shocked expression on his face. He had no idea I was going to shift in front of everyone out of the blue. Hell, I didn't know I was going to change in front of everyone. I only decided to do that right before I shifted. "As you can see, Luna Ebony is a White Wolf. We felt it was important to let you know about her. We hope you all understand why keeping her wolf a secret is important," Keith said.

"Luna Scarlett, I am so glad to see you! As I understand it, we Lunas are at the top of the pack hierarchy, aren't we?" "That's right," Scarlett replied immediately. Mr. Wolf, who had remained silent after his near-miss in another pack, perked up at the playfulness of his Mate. "So, in your capacity as Luna of the Crescent Moon, can you give us permission for my Mate to leave his wolf under control for an hour or two?" asked Bianca, pointing to Black with her thumb.

The only differences was that now…I had a reason to chase. Precisely four months ago,while watching one if her movies,I saw something that revived my entire pursue after her.Her hair…There was a strand of white in it.The sacred color of the luna,it stood out among the jet black hair around it.Staring at me,calling me to do something. Since then, the possibility of her actually being the real Luna has haunted me…I needed to see her In person to prove the connection was still there. To tell myself that what I was feeling wasn't simply lust–it was the bond.

"A trap? Luna, what do you mean?" "He led me to this dark part of the city," Luna explains, her words coming out in short, tired bursts like she's still trying to catch her breath. "I had to shift into my wolf form to keep up with him when he started running, but then I lost track of him completely." My blood runs cold as I listen to her story. "Luna, why would you follow a complete stranger by yourself?" "I know it was stupid," she says, and I can see tears starting to form in her eyes. "But I'm so tired of not knowing what's going on."