Walk Two Moons Novels & Stories

“Can you walk?” I nodded, even though my legs trembled. “I’ll manage.” He helped me up, his arm firm around my waist. Every step away from the ruins felt like dragging a piece of myself loose from the earth. The night air was cold, biting. But colder still was the silence—the kind that comes after something ancient has stirred. We rode through the night. The moons—two of them now, one pale and the other tinged crimson—hung low in the sky. They hadn’t been that way before. I didn’t need Sylra to tell me it was another sign.

CHAPTER 2️⃣ *The Missing Bat* The full moon that night was one of a kind. Mara, Katherine and Dawn walked briskly to school. Everywhere looked calm and quiet. Katherine walks a few meter away from Dawn and Mara. She held her little bat in her arms.

Our house is situated towards one edge of the pack territory and the lush trees just past the next row of houses washes over me in that clean, calm way. I really don’t want to be a rogue living among humans, but I don’t know how to get Declan or his father to let me go completely. Once I am free the gag order no longer applies, but I’m not vindictive enough to go spreading secrets. I just want my life back. The problem I foresee is that many of our neighboring packs know what happened, they know he traded his Goddess given mate for a chosen one. I met most of them as the future Luna, which puts me at risk of being used against Delcan and his parents. I’m not interested in being in danger or

I bled for his throne. I gave him my kidney, my devotion, and my silent submission in a cold, loveless bed. All he gave me in return was a monthly summons to his sheets—and a warning never to cry out his name. For five years, I was the hidden, discarded wife of Alpha Diego—the most powerful, ruthless shifter in the continent. Handsome as a sin and intoxicating in bed, he took my body with brutal, breathtaking skill, yet denied me his heart. When I walked away on bare feet, broken and forgotten, I swore I was done begging for a touch that came with ice. Ten years later, I am no longer his quiet Luna. I am Chief Doctor Courtney—a woman of wealth, power, and untouchable authority, running

They are falling toward each other. ⸻ Later, when they’ve left the room and I’m alone with the guttering candles and the scrap of Veil-cloth, I allow myself one moment of honesty. Stormwalkers are supposed to be detached. Balanced. Observers. I am not. I walk to the open window, the night air cold on my face, and whisper to the unseen sky. “Moon,” I murmur, “you made a mess of this.” The clouds shift. No answer. I snort under my breath.

I wait til I hear feel the cold air drifting into the kitchen and the soft sound of a door closing before glancing into the hallway again. Through the doors glass I could see Embers back to me. The left side of her body was eliminated white from the moon and her hair looked like silver threads as they hung down her back. Creeping towards the door she shifts and a second later a see a silvery gold wolf dashing across the snow, her body low as she ran.

Moonlight spilling through gaps in the twisted iron trellis, painting ghost-patterns on the path. I wasn’t supposed to be out here. The guards had been clear about “no unaccompanied walks after dusk,” but I’d convinced myself it didn’t count if I stayed within the castle walls. Besides, the moonlight was too pretty to resist, and after being stuck in my chambers all afternoon with a lecture on “proper etiquette for vampire royalty,” I needed air. So there I was, crouched beside a particularly dramatic cluster of black roses, trying to see if they smelled like regular roses or something more “bloodthirsty chic,” when a voice drifted from the shadows.

Her gaze softened at the sight of Ravena’s tears. “My little moon,” she whispered faintly, her lips barely moving. “Forgive me.” Then her eyes fluttered shut once more. The room filled with silence — heavy, sacred, and full of unfinished love. The rain had not stopped for two days in Silvermoon. It fell gently that morning, a soft whisper against the stone walls, like the heavens themselves were mourning with Ravena. Her mother’s fever had worsened through the night. The healers could do nothing now but ease her pain and whisper prayers to the Moon Goddess.

Robin says, standing and kissing his mate, before also taking their pup and leading his mate inside. If Diana hadn’t killed herself, I would have a pup or maybe more than one by now. My little girl would be older, six years old now, but I guess the Moon Goddess had a different plan for me. As the other Lunas make their way over, their mates take their pups and head inside to put their families to bed. I watch as Margot makes her way over to me. I stand as she approaches. “Ready for bed?” “I’d like to go on a walk,” she says, surprising me.

She said, “I may not be your twin, but I am your sister. You can talk to me about anything.” “I’m fine, really.” She took a sip from the cup, hoping Maya wouldn’t ask further questions. “How many days do we have before hell lets loose?” Valeria brought the cup down to look at her sister. She hadn’t really thought about it since last night. Heck, no one was even excited about the blood moon. They were all scared. “Two days.” Her voice came out squeaky and she cleared her throat. “Two days.” Maya scooted closer and placed her hand on Valeria’s thigh. “You did your best. I’m certain father is very proud of you.”