บททั้งหมดของ Taming the Rogue Luna: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

K A I D AA thick silence settles over us as my words linger in the air. Jace and the others exchange glances, but no one speaks right away. I’m sure they’re all just taking in what I’ve just told them… that we need to find out what bloodlines they descend from.I press my lips into a firm line, scanning each of their faces. “We need to figure out which bloodlines we all come from,” I repeat, my voice calm but urgent once I notice their reactions. “This isn’t just about heritage anymore. If the royal families were the originals Lycans, and Lucien is actively hunting Lycans down, then we need to know what we’re up against.”Jace tilts his head slightly, arms still crossed over his chest. “And how do you suggest we do that? It’s not like we have some magical family tree lying around.”“I’ll figure it out,” I say confidently, determination settling in my bones. “I’ve already been looking into Lycan history, and if I dig deep enough, I might be able to find something that connects us to t

K A I D AMy mind won’t stop racing.Every thought, out of control, on a spiral, out of reach.What the hell was that?The surge of power I felt when fighting Anita and Sera…?And the worst part is, I felt like I was holding something back… Could it really have been the Lycan gene?Octavius and I are together now, and though that brings me some level of reassurance, it doesn’t change the questions clawing at my mind. According to him, completing the process will accelerate the time it takes for my gene to awaken... so is that why I'm now feeling like this? Like at any moment, I'm about to snap and lose complete control.After training, I had to step away from everyone. It was all too much and I needed space to think. And I'm glad Octavius could understand that. Though, I've come to love him breathing down my neck, more in the literal sense rather than the figurative, there's moments when I do need a minute to myself, especially when I've spent so much of my time being on my own.I made

K A I D AMy heart thunders in my chest, to the point where I can almost feel the blood rushing through my ears. My wolf is going haywire, howling and barking out in excitement. All because I understoon Admosian...?“I-I don’t know…” I stammer, my heart pounding in my chest. “I just… somehow know what you’re saying..." I explain to her, the confusion on her face reflecting exactly how I'm feeling.Valerie stares at me like I just grew another head, blinking a few times as if nothing I'm saying is making any sense. “How is that possible…?” she breathes.“I don’t know…” I shake my head, trying to push past the growing unease in my gut. “But say something else...” I tell her. I need to know that I'm not imagining any of this. I need to know I'm not crazy.She hesitates for a brief moment before inhaling sharply and speaking again, this time slower.“Bento vixas leti elor arkan ven beri nam iti.” Valerie says, her accent changing entirely to one that resembles a sort of slavic or eastern

K A I D A The day has gone by quickly. Everyone has been busy, preparing, getting ready for the raid happening this evening. Finally, we're not going to be sitting ducks. We're going to hit Lucien and Victor, hard and fast. It's evening. before rolling out, Octavius and I thought it best to address the group before the rest of the pack. We are gathered in the meeting room, and to say the air is almost unbreathable would be an understatement. I glance around the room, my gaze shifting from face to face. Jace stands with his arms crossed, his blue eyes sharp and attentive as he too looks around the room, eagerly waiting for the meeting to start. Behind him is Anita, Sera, Reno and Oliver, each of them silent and watchful. Lucas leans against the far wall, his usual easygoing nature nowhere in sight. Samson is calm as always, his face carved from stone. Miyuki stands off to the side, her hands clasped behind her back, her dark eyes shifting between me and Valerie. Cole is not too far

K A I D AThe night air is crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth as the pack gathers outside the packhouse. The moon hangs high above us, illuminating the clearing where we stand, a silent witness to what’s about to unfold.Audrey stands near the edge of the group, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. Her eyes, brighter than usual with worry, stay locked onto Lucas as he makes his final preparations. His movements are methodical, focused. But I can tell he feels her gaze. “You don’t have to stare holes through me, Audrey,” Lucas mutters without looking up.Audrey scoffs, but the tightness in her voice betrays her concern. “I wouldn’t have to if I thought you actually cared about coming back in one piece.”Lucas finally looks at her, something flickering in his dark eyes. “I’ll be fine.” I don't think I've ever seen him this serious.“You always say that,” she snaps. “And then you come back with new scars and some bullshit story about how ‘it wasn’t that bad.’”Lucas smirks, but