All Chapters of THE LUNA REBIRTH: REVENGE UNDER THE MOON: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

New Beginnings and BetrayalThe packhouse's great hall was alive with activity. Glasses clinked, laughter resounded, and the aroma of honeyed wine and roasting meat filled the air. I should have been pleased to be the Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, standing in the middle of it all. However, something felt off. My fingers clenched around my glass's fragile stem. All eyes were on me as the ceremonial toast was about to start.Lyra stood next to me and said, "You look nervous." She smiled warmly, but there was something in her eyes that I couldn't identify."Do I?" I said, suppressing a little chuckle. "Perhaps it's the gravity of the situation."She brushed a stray hair off my cheek as she drew closer. "Nadia, you'll be all right. You own this evening.I should have been reassured by her comments, but they didn't. For years, Lyra had been my closest friend and confidante throughout all of Luna's difficulties. But something about her tone tonight made my stomach turn.I raised my glass

Deception and IdentityThat morning was quieter than normal in the packhouse, but it wasn't reassuring. Like the quiet before a storm, it was heavy.I was sitting on the side of my bed when there was a loud, authoritative knock. The door opened and Aiden entered before I could respond.I tried to hide my nervousness by mumbling, "Good morning to you, too."He didn't answer. Rather, his gaze skimmed over me, evaluating. He urged, "Come with me," in a tone that left no space for disagreement.Every step I took echoed in the empty hall as I followed him. He ushered me into a little office that seemed menacing despite its lack of furnishings. Leaning against the door with his arms folded, Aiden shut it behind us.He gestured to the chair across from his desk and said, "Sit."I sank into the seat and obeyed after hesitating. I could feel the weight of his unwavering, penetrating stare bearing down on me.He started by saying, "Let's cut the pleasantries." "What brought you here, and who a

Regret and LoveThe packhouse's big windows let in moonlight, which streaked the walls in gentle silver. I had been mindlessly walking the hallways, hoping that the movement would calm my racing thoughts. Under my sleeve, the mark on my wrist continued to pulse slightly, serving as a continual reminder of what the Moon Goddess had spoken.I turned a bend and came to a sudden halt.In the lounge, sitting by himself was Aiden. He was staring at the ceiling with his head cocked back and his large shoulders sagging. In his palm lay a tumbler of amber liquid, almost empty.I paused. It tightened my chest to see him like this, vulnerable, without his normal powerful presence. However, my curiosity prevailed."Have trouble falling asleep?" I entered the room and inquired quietly.His piercing eyes narrowed for a second before melting as his head swung toward me. "I could ask you the same thing," he said in a scratchy, low voice.I leaned against the doorframe and said, "I don't sleep well i

The Silver Moon Packhouse library's lofty windows let in the morning sunlight, which created long shadows on the dusty bookshelves. Iris moved quickly but deliberately as her fingers stroked the spines. She kept thinking about what had happened the night before .iden's prompt but unsettling intervention, the rogues' involvement, and Damon's betrayal. Now that she had to find the truth before Damon could carry out his intentions, there was no room for error.A leather-bound diary that was clumsily placed on the highest shelf caught her attention. Her intuition burned because it didn't line up with the tidy arrangement of the surrounding volumes. Her fingers were shaking a little as she grabbed for it. When she opened the book, her heart skipped a beat despite its weight and its unmarked, faded cover.Scrawled notes, schematics, and what seemed like a rudimentary map of the packhouse were scattered across the sheets. Red lines indicated patrol routes, and the initials of D.L. Damon and

As Iris strolled through the pack's center grounds, the fresh morning air carried a subtle aroma of pine and dew. Even though her thoughts were racing with anxiety, she maintained a steady gait and composed posture. She couldn't help but think about what had happened the night before, Damon's betrayal now a festering sore. Her next move, however, needed to be well thought out rather than rash."Iris!" a little voice said, interrupting her concentration.Several younger wolves approached, their faces tentative but resolute, as she turned to face them. Ethan, the omega she had protected throughout training, was in the front. His anxious gaze glanced about to make sure no one was listening."What is it?" Iris inquired in a circumspect tone. She had discovered that she shouldn't put too much faith in this pack.Ethan took a step forward, his words almost audible above a whisper. "We must speak. In private.She nodded, but her gaze narrowed. "Come with me."She guided them to a remote loca