All Chapters of The OutCast Luna : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

My sister, becomes increasingly frantic with each passing day in her attempts to separate me from Torin. It's baffling to me because Torin hasn't even spared a single glance in my direction since the last bonfire, where we both realized we were destined to be mates. Despite this, he has been actively avoiding any interaction with me, as if I were contagious with a deadly disease.Nichole's behavior has reached an alarming level as she now resorts to confining me in the basement and subjecting me to physical abuse through relentless kicking and hitting. The once loving and caring partner I knew has transformed into a terrifying figure, causing me immense pain and fear on a daily basis. Throughout this horrifying ordeal, Nichole repeatedly screams hurtful words, "You are worthless and don't deserve a mate!" Her words cut deep, leaving emotional scars that are just as painful as the physical abuse. The constant barrage of insults and belittlement chips away at my self-esteem, leaving me

Sable's sister orchestrates a vicious attack on Sable and locks her in her room to prevent her from attending the event.The air in the room feels thick and suffocating, as if the walls are closing in on me, making it hard to breathe. The weight of my sister's betrayal hangs heavily on my shoulders, like a burden that I can't shake off. With each passing minute, the sound of the ticking clock becomes louder in my ears, amplifying my growing desperation and anger. My trembling fingers struggle to unlock the door, while my heart beats rapidly against my chest, as if it's a trapped bird desperately trying to escape. I always knew my sister had a capacity for cruelty, but this act of betrayal surpasses anything I could have imagined. The event I had been eagerly looking forward to is slipping away from my grasp, snatched away by someone who was once my closest kin.With a surge of determination, I take a deep breath and steady myself. I refuse to be confined, both physically and metaphor

As the early morning sun cast its golden rays across the rugged terrain, Zena and I began our journey, venturing deeper into the unknown. Each step felt like a release, a shedding of old skin and a daring leap into the vast expanse of possibilities that stretched before us.With every passing day, I marveled at the world's intricacies, previously hidden in the comfort of my pack's familiarity. The aroma of wildflowers tickled my senses as we crossed lush meadows, and the distant echo of rushing water guided us toward hidden streams. I discovered hidden trails that led to breathtaking vistas, where the horizon seemed to whisper secrets only to those brave enough to listen.But it wasn't just the wonders of nature that captivated me. Along our solitary path, we encountered beings with stories as varied as the colors in a kaleidoscope. In a small village nestled amidst towering pines, we met Anaya, a wise old woman whose eyes held ancient wisdom. She shared tales of forgotten legends and

As I approached, the figure vanished into thin air, leaving only a faint whisper that echoed in the stillness of the room. “Trust yourself,” it murmured, its voice reaching out from the depths of my consciousness. And with those words echoing in my ears, I inserted the key into the lock.The moment the key turned, a surge of energy coursed through me like an electric current, filling every fiber of my being. The door creaked open, revealing a blinding light that spilled forth—a gateway into another realm.WithoutWithout hesitation, I stepped through the threshold, leaving behind the familiar world I had known. As my feet touched the ground on the other side, a sense of awe washed over me. The air felt different here, tinged with a hint of magic and possibility. Before me stretched an expanse of lush meadows and vibrant wildflowers, dancing in harmony with a gentle breeze.I glanced back momentarily, catching a glimpse of the dimly lit room I had left behind. It now appeared distant a

Torin POV As the days turned into weeks, the debates in our pack showed no sign of abating. The air was heavy with tension, and even the once lively market square now felt like a battlefield of conflicting ideologies.I, too, found myself caught in the whirlwind of doubt and introspection. Sable's departure had forced me to confront the consequences of my own actions, and it weighed heavily on my heart. The sleepless nights were filled with restless thoughts, as I questioned the traditions and customs that had governed our lives for generations.With each passing day, my doubts grew stronger, intertwining with a newfound thirst for knowledge. Determined to find answers, I sought solace in the towering shelves of the pack library. Books from various eras and authors stood like sentinels, guarding the knowledge within their pages.One particular book caught my attention—a worn tome that seemed to have been neglected for years. Its title read “The Winds of Change,” and beneath it, an im