All Chapters of The Exiled Luna : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Zara's pov The moonlight spilled into the library, highlighting the dust motes floating in the air. I sat at a heavy oak table, surrounded by stacks of old books and scrolls Adrian had gathered for me. He thought immersing myself in the pack’s history might help me settle in, but the quiet only amplified the unease simmering in my chest. I flipped through a thick, leather-bound book with intricate silver filigree on its cover. The delicate craftsmanship caught my eye, but the words inside gripped my soul. "Born of strength and forged in pain, born of a gifted twin the heir of the moon shall unite the divided or cast the world into shadows. The bearer of the heir’s light must walk a path of trials, their choices shaping the fate of all packs." My breath hitched. The words echoed in my mind, filling me with a mix of awe and dread. Slowly, my hand moved to my stomach, where my baby grew stronger every day. Was this about my child? Could they truly be the heir the prophecy spoke of?

Zara's pov The days following the fire were marked by an uneasy calm. The charred remains of the eastern wing of the packhouse were a reminder of the danger lurking within our borders. Adrian had doubled patrols, and every member was on edge. Yet, despite the tension, life carried on. The pack had a way of enduring, no matter the storm. I tried to focus on my duties in the infirmary, helping Lily tend to the injured and maintaining the herb stores. But the lingering suspicion that someone among us had betrayed the pack weighed heavily on my mind. Every glance, every stray word, seemed like a potential clue. It was during one of these quiet afternoons in the infirmary that Elizabeth appeared. She swept into the room like a storm, her sharp gaze immediately landing on me. “Zara,” she said, her tone dripping with false civility, “may I have a word?” Lily stiffened beside me but said nothing. I nodded, wiping my hands on a cloth. “Of course.” Elizabeth gestured for me to follow her

Zara's pov After the chaos of the trial and Elizabeth’s shocking accusation, life in the pack felt like walking on thin ice. Trust was a fragile thing, easily broken and hard to rebuild. I tried to focus on my routines—helping in the infirmary, preparing for the baby, and supporting Adrian in his role as Alpha—but the weight of suspicion lingered over me like a dark cloud.Elizabeth hadn’t been punished outright; Adrian had decided to keep her under close observation instead. It was his way of preventing her from causing further division within the pack. But her presence in the packhouse was unnerving. I often caught her watching me with that calm, calculating expression that made my skin crawl.One evening, as I helped Adrian organize patrol schedules in his office, a knock at the door interrupted us.“Come in,” Adrian called, his tone clipped.It was one of the pack’s scouts, a young wolf named Caleb. He stepped in, his face pale and his hands trembling.“Alpha,” he began, his voic

Zara's pov The days blurred together as I tried to keep my head above water in Adrian’s pack. The constant tension, the growing uncertainty—it all felt suffocating. But amid the chaos, something about Adrian’s steady presence gave me a semblance of peace. Even when things seemed impossible, his unwavering support made me believe that maybe, just maybe, I could find a way to survive here. But that belief was beginning to erode. The attacks continued, growing bolder, more frequent. Each time, it felt like we were one step behind, struggling to maintain control of the situation. Adrian’s mind was consumed with finding the traitor, but with every piece of evidence, we seemed to go in circles. It was frustrating, and every new lead only added to the weight of the uncertainty pressing down on us. And then, there was Elizabeth. She remained a constant presence, her calm exterior a sharp contrast to the growing unrest around us. I had never trusted her fully—there was something abou

Ryker’s POV The night was calm, almost unnervingly so, as I sat in my office. The quiet hum of the fireplace and the faint ticking of the grandfather clock were the only sounds filling the room. But the calm outside did nothing to soothe the storm brewing within me. I've not seen Zara for months and it was driving me insane. She was stubborn, always determined to prove she didn’t need anyone, least of all me. I respected her strength, but damn it, she was carrying our child. That fact alone kept me restless, always waiting for the next report from the scouts I’d stationed in Adrian’s pack. I didn’t trust Adrian to protect her the way I would, not after everything. The door slammed open, breaking my train of thought. Victor stormed in, his face pale but his expression hard. “Ryker,” he said, his voice tight with urgency. “We’ve got a problem.” I stood immediately, the hairs on the back of my neck prickling. “What is it? Zara?” Victor nodded grimly, handing me a crumpled pie