All Chapters of Rise of Forsaken Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"I, Sebastian King, reject you, Zahia Toussaint, as my mate and my Luna."The words snatched the air from my lungs like a physical blow. The magnificent hall of the Crescent Moon Pack collapsed in startled quiet around me, the murmurs of the dead pack members echoing as fast as my heart crushed."Say it again," I said, my voice scarcely audible over the roaring in my ears. that shook. Of course, I had misinterpreted him. Clearly, my friend—the man the Moon Goddess chose for me—could not be fronting everyone and depriving me of all I had ever known.Sebastian's keen amber eyes grew steely as though staring at me already caused him difficulty. "You heard me, Zaia. Our bond was a mistake. You are not fitting to stand beside me."The woman who had no right to be here, Cassandra, gently rested her crimson lips twisting into a triumphant smile on his arm. She moved in closer to him, as though claiming something for everyone to view. My friend did not distance himself.My throat became knott

"Stop staring at me like I'm going to break.".Before I could stop them, sharp and brittle as glass, the words fled me. My chest heaving, the weight of the past few days avalanche-like on me. Dax leaned against a tree, arms folded, his golden gaze unflinching and his expression invisible.He replied squarely, pointing to the homemade bandage on my side: "You're bleeding." And your legs seem to be shaking. Keep pushing yourself like way, and you will break.I hated the way his directness tore through the thin veneer of control I clung to. I have no luxury of breaking." Clearly,’ he said, his voice tinged with contempt. "Because stubbornness alone will keep you alive out here.”I looked away, not letting him glimpse the tears about to flow. Not cry. Not today. Not directly in front of him. But the pain in my chest, the link still frayed but not completely severed, tore at my will.Dax answered, "Zaia," gentler this time. I turned nothing. I could not.“What?I caught me shaking in voice

"You won't last another night if you keep discounting my advice."Dax's words sliced through the silence of the campfire, as keen as the knife he was honing in his hands. The flickering shadows the firelight created on his face highlighted the sharp lines of his jaw and the displeasure in his eyes.I scowled at him, gripping my side where his improvised bandage was tightly wrapped for comfort too tight. "I asked for your opinion not here.""No," he answered dryly, "but you really need it. Not in your condition, neither can you fight like that again."I held my own," I shot back, though even I doubted it. The battle still caused my body to hurt, and every breath caused the wound on my back to throbber.Dax groaned, slinging the dagger aside and stooped forward. "This is not about claiming your own, Zaia. This has to do with survival. And just now, your performance is appalling.He stood suddenly, taking a little satchel from his bag. Come here.I hesitated, conscious of his tone. " Why

"You have veers too far from the road, young one."The remarks seems to be echoing from everywhere and nowhere at once. As I turned to face the dark figure that had entered the clearing, my breath seized in my throat. Its silver eyes gleamed like twin moons, and its presence radiated an unearthly quiet that caused my wolf shudder." Who are you?I demanded, my voice quivering but forceful.Dax moved defensively in front of me, his dagger glinting in the moonlight. He hissed, "Back off," his wolf emerging barely under his flesh.The figure slanted its head and wore a strange smile on its lips. "Still so quick to fight, even if you should be listening.”The figure moved closer, the lines of reality blurring as the trees surrounding us started to glitter. My body stopped, an invisible power guiding me to that point. Dax said something, but his voice was muffled—as though he were speaking underwater.Then silence descended upon everything.The earth around me vanished, replaced by a great

"You are not running fast enough!"Dax's voice rang crisp with haste over the woodland. Over the steady beating of paws behind us and my own laboured breathing, I could hardly hear him. Whatever was following us was quicker and darker than simply a rogue. "I'm trying!," says I pushed myself further, yelling back and evading a low-hanging tree. My wolf roared in irritation, demanding I change to flee the danger; my legs scorched. Dax hissed, turning back to cover me without offering any apologies. You want to protect the child? Run like your life relies on it because it does. His comments drove me forward even as my body protested like a whip. The scout was not far ahead; his stride faltered as terror poured from him. The brilliant paw prints we had seen before were a promise rather than just a warning. Closer now, a growl burst behind us as my heart banged into my ribs. "Keep moving!" Dax yelled, whirling on his heel to meet the danger. My wolf biting at me to remain and battle,