All Chapters of THE REVENGE OF THE DEAD LUNA: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Aegis’s P.O.VNumber One Rule for Your Life:Never ever let your younger, outgoing sister plan you a birthday party, because chances were:You would be alone.She would be nowhere to be found.YOU WOULD BE ALONE.There’s nothing wrong with the party except for one giant fact—it was a PARTY. And I don't do parties.The black speakers in the corner blasted a pop song I had never heard before at an ear-splitting volume. The air around us smelled of alcohol and horny teenagers. A tall, lanky boy stood shirtless on the table, attempting to do his own version of the movie Magic Mike and failing. Badly. His audience of equally drunk teenage fangirls didn’t seem to mind. They shrieked and screamed loudly, going on to give me a headache.Everyone’s dancing, laughing, drinking juice with little umbrellas in them, and I just stand there. My skin itches in this dress Sheila manipulated me into. And every time someone shouts “Happy Birthday!” I want to disappear.Which brings me to the million-doll

Aegis’s P.O.VThree hours into dinner, and I was already planning murder.The murder of my dearly beloved sister.But that was beside the point.He was ignoring me.After last night, I thought we would be closer. If I didn’t know better, I would’ve believed all of it was just a dream. But the soreness between my legs with every step reminded me otherwise.We were having dinner with the Alpha’s family. The unusual absence of the Alpha and Luna made an already horrible day even worse.We’d been attending this dinner since we were children. It was a customary tradition between the Alpha’s family and their Betas.As little kids, whenever dinner lost our interest, we’d sneak outside to play.We were a formidable trio—Elias the prankster, me the tomboy, and Sheila the princess and baby of the group.We were close, bound together by the intricacies of living in the pack house as high-ranking children.But now, the sound of Sheila’s laughter burned like acid in my chest.Everything she did mad

Aegis's P.O.V – That same day.“Aegis.”My head whipped around, instantly locking with green eyes.All the air was knocked out of me at the sight of him—his built, muscular body tense with emotion. I straightened up immediately. No matter how horrible or awkward I felt right now, it was better to be composed.“We need to talk.”I nodded. All sorts of thoughts ran through my mind. He took a deep breath and released it before moving away from the doorway to let my parents and Sheila into the room.I turned to Elias, my voice trembling with the question. “What’s going on here? Had he told her?”His focus was on my sister, who slipped her hand into his, unable to meet my eyes. She bit her bottom lip, staring at the floor.Mother and Father entered with grim expressions on their faces, glaring at me in… contempt?Finally, Elias looked up at me. His jaw twitched, muscles taut as he tightened his hold on Sheila.The tighter he held her, the tighter my lungs felt, and the harder it was to brea

Aegis's Point of ViewHollowness greeted me like an old friend, opening my eyes up with a gasp.I was in a hospital room—empty of patients but filled with people. Six nurses in varying heights and coordinated uniforms tended to the only patient in the room. The room, in all its glory, smelled like death. The walls appeared so white it nearly blinded me. A single dull blue light hung in the corner of the room, adding to the gloomy atmosphere.“Where am I?”A tall, blonde, willowy nurse in a blue apron exchanged a look with a woman on my far right before answering me.“In the hospital, ma’am.”“But this is not the hospital. I work in the hospital,” I replied, looking around the room of new faces in confusion.“Where’s Mama Priscilla and Sister Thalia?”Exchanging another desperate look with the other nurses in the room, the same woman answered me.“Erm… this is not your pack hospital, ma’am. I’m afraid you’re no longer in your pack. This is the Night-wisp pack.”“The Night-wisp pack? Wha

Aegis’s P.O.VSix months later, I was watering flowers.Sighing heavily, I took the green watering can by the handle and walked back to the shed. The heat of the afternoon sun burned hotly against my skin. The sweet scent of fresh roses and the unmistakable smell of damp earth filled my nostrils with every breath I took.Calmness enveloped me at the sight before me—flourishing red and white roses peeking out from masses of greenery, like blankets stretched out for miles.Goddess, it was beautiful.I ignored the sluggish sound of the soil squishing beneath my oversized, boot-clad feet and stopped in front of the little wooden hut I had frequented so much in the past month.Brandi Winston, a kind old man who let me work for him in his fields, stepped out of the hut and flashed me a warm smile. Dressed in dark blue overalls folded at the sleeves, a blue undershirt, and brown boots, he was a sight to see. Smudges of oil covered his arms, face, and wrinkled chin—he must have been working on