All Chapters of The Exiled Luna : Chapter 81 - Chapter 89

Thorold’s POVThe flames of the Eldoria fire pit burned low, casting long golden shadows against the stone walls. I sat across from Arcturus, my body still thrumming with the echo of Solas’s words: She’s alive. She’s been looking for you.The quiet between us felt like a taut wire, ready to snap. Arcturus hadn’t spoken since I’d returned from the cliffs, but I could feel it—the weight of something he’d been holding back for years.Finally, he broke the silence.“You’ve been asking the wrong question all your life,” he said quietly, not looking at me.I tensed. “What do you mean?”“You’ve always asked who you are. But the truth lies in who you come from.”His words struck like thunder. I leaned forward, pulse pounding. “Then tell me. All of it. No more half-truths. No more riddles.”Arcturus finally turned his eyes to mine. “Your name—Thorold—was chosen for you by your mother. She named you after an ancient guardian in werewolf lore, one who stood between the realms of light and shadow

Alpha Ryker’s POV I had grown accustomed to silence. Not the kind that comes from solitude or peace. No—the silence that wrapped itself around me like a second skin was different. It was the hollow, gnawing kind. The kind that lived in your bones. The kind that came after losing something you never truly got the chance to hold. Sixteen years. That’s how long it had been since I watched the woman I loved break into pieces to protect a child the world wasn’t ready to embrace. Sixteen years since I felt the brief, flickering warmth of a tiny body against my chest—my son. Our son. And then, he was gone. Taken to protect him. To protect her. Zara chose to forget. The decision had nearly destroyed me, but I let her make it. Because she believed it was the only way to keep him safe. And maybe, deep down, so did I. But the silence never left. Not in my halls. Not in the forests I patrolled. Not in the bed I still couldn’t sleep in without imagining what could have been. The kn

(Zara’s POV I didn’t expect him to knock. Ryker never knocked. Not back then. He used to barge in, all Alpha command and heavy steps, like his presence was both declaration and promise. But this time, he stood silently outside the guest wing door, waiting. When I opened it, I barely recognized him. The same golden eyes. The same powerful frame. But his edges had softened. There was pain behind the strength, and something that hadn’t been there before. Humility. “May I come in?” he asked, voice low and quiet. I nodded. He stepped inside, looking around the room I had claimed since returning to the pack.I hadn’t moved into the Luna’s quarters. I wasn’t ready for that yet. Too much had happened. Too many pieces still scattered between us. But now… now we were preparing to meet the one piece that had never stopped belonging to both of us, Our son. We didn’t speak at first. He stood near the window, watching the wind sweep through the pines outside. I sat on the edge of the bed,

Zara’s POVThe world was silent.Not even the wind dared speak as I stepped toward him—toward the boy who had haunted my dreams, lived in the hollow spaces of my soul, and burned in the back of my mind even when I couldn’t remember why.Thorold.He stood tall, wrapped in leather armor laced with symbols I didn’t recognize. His shoulders were broad, his eyes sharp like the edge of the moon. There was something wild and ancient about him, something that didn’t belong to this world entirely.But when he looked at me—really looked at me—I saw it.The little boy I had held for only moments before he was taken away. The baby I had whispered promises to in the dark. The life I thought I’d never see again.His mouth parted as if to speak, but no sound came.I took another step.Then another.Ryker was beside me, tense but silent. I could feel his heart pounding as loudly as mine.We weren’t Alpha and Luna now. We weren’t warriors or rulers or legend-bound lovers.We were just two broken peopl

Thorold’s POV Stormfang had welcomed me and my parents had embraced me. The walls I had built around my heart had cracked But peace had never felt heavier. Everywhere I turned, I saw what could have been—the boy I should have been, the life I should have lived. Training grounds where I would have sparred alongside future warriors. The great library where my mother would have read to me beneath the golden banners. The alpha's war room where my father would have taught me about duty and leadership. Instead, I was a stranger here. A ghost wearing flesh. And every time I breathed in Stormfang’s scent—the scent of pine, frost, and pack—I wondered if I could ever truly belong. Training in the Old Ways “You're stiff,” Ryker said, circling me in the empty training yard. The sunrise lit his golden eyes, turning him into a shadow and flame figure. “I'm adjusting,” I grunted, rolling my shoulders. “You don’t have time to adjust,” he snapped—not cruelly, but urgently. “You’re th