All Chapters of Luna's Sacrifice: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I had to run.I wasn’t so sure about why I was running off anymore. I had a gut feeling that I should never quit. It didn’t matter how exhausted I was to the point that my feet bled. Or how hungry I was which made my stomach howl as if it were home to an evil beast.The only rule was that I should not stop, and if I did, it should be for a limited time as possible. Only when it was dark, and I was somewhere safe, such as the top of a tree or a cave, was I allowed to stop running. I was only doing it because running across the forest after the sunset was impossible. I could also plug in a town and try to stock up on food, but that didn’t always work out because I didn’t have ample money to buy it so I ended up stealing most of the time.I had to hold out for as long as I could to avoid being caught.Who was going to be the one to catch me? I had no idea.I had been on the run for so long that I had forgotten what had been worrying me. However, when I let my guard down, something in me

The Institute. That place that is full of teenagers and raging hormones was anyone’s nightmare. Some could pretend to love this place while others instead openly demonstrated how much they hated it. Hunter was one of those guys. Always complaining and always grumpy. The Institute was dangerous and teeming with predators. Much more because this said Institute was full of supernatural beings who barely managed to live together. Humans were a minority in this place, but other humans felt too special to notice the anomalies. They did not realize that sometimes we shared classes with werewolves. A being so terrifying that they could kill an average human in just seconds. Oh, but arrogance can do more. None of them paid enough attention to anyone other than themselves, so even if the werewolves sometimes showed that wild behavior that characterizes them, the human would simply not notice. In fact, I only knew the existence of wolves because I was raised in a pack and I knew each of the m

The next day I was feeling much better. There were still traces of illness, I sneezed from time to time and I should always have a handkerchief at hand, but at least I could now go to school.The future Alpha was leaning against his white car, gleaming, waiting for me. He wore a forest green shirt, ripped pants at the knees, and a wild smile on his lips.So attractive, so provocative. I had an immense desire to jump on him, taste his lips and lose myself in him. He cleared his throat, drawing my attention.I didn’t feel ashamed. Hee did the same thing all the time. I was wearing a white T-shirt and distressed jeans. I needed to buy more clothes, but I had to free myself from a couple of exams before I could get to work.Sometimes I worked in a cafeteria in the center of the city. The owner was a kind she-wolf. She had accepted me as a daughter, despite her being a widow.I had come into her life right after the death of her husband. Werewolves normally die after the loss of their mate

“Has training finished?” I radically changed the subject.“Yes, after the incident with the human, the practice was suspended. I was waiting for you to leave.”“And Wynter?”“What about her?” he asked, confused.“Won’t you wait for her?” I asked with the obvious, sometimes Hunter would drive her in his car.After all, she claimed to be his mate, the future moon of the pack. He had to give her her place and respect her.But I knew she was lying.I was her true mate, her moon. And I couldn’t tell because no one would believe a mere human. Besides that, I couldn’t confirm it on my own either. I just had to wait and watch. Stay as her best friend and settle for it.“She can come on her own. I’d rather spend time with you. I propose an afternoon of movies and video games, as in the old days,” he invited me with a nostalgic smile.He knew he had already accepted, and there was no way I would refuse something like that.“What about your responsibilities?”“It’s my day off,” he murmured, star

Hunter. Where the hell had she been? I was going to kill her as soon as I found her. I was well aware that it was a lie on my part, I would never lay a finger on Sienna but I couldn’t help feeling annoyed and frustrated as the days went by and not finding traces of Sienna. Sure, it had been my mistake to teach her to leave and erase her trace. When we were sixteen, I thought it would be very clever of me to teach her how to hide from werewolves. By that time, I was thinking that Izaiah was freaking out day after day and that he might become obsessed with Sienna. The frustration of not being able to communicate with his wolf began to pay off with the friend he grew up with. So I showed her, very carefully, how to leave without leaving a trace. I also knew that she had money at her disposal as if unconsciously she was always ready to flee. I knew that her childhood was spent wandering the woods, fleeing from something unknown to us. And perhaps, she believed that it was still necess