All Chapters of Chasing my Luna : Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

Chapter 12 A Mother’s VowThe fiery glow of Bryan’s burning estate receded into the dark as we drove. The road lay ahead, dark and unknown, but for the first time in years I felt something like freedom.But my relief was brief. Because in the backseat, tucked in the crook of my arm, was my babies — those tiny, fragile lives I had fought so hard to keep safe. And I knew for certain that the war was not over.Ethan turned to me from the driver’s seat. “You’re too quiet.”I ran a soft finger across my son’s cheek, and then my daughter’s. Their soft breaths, their tiny fists curled against my chest — it grounded me like nothing else could. “I’m thinking.”Mark, in the passenger seat, snorted. “That’s dangerous.”I ignored him. “We need somewhere safe. Somewhere permanent.”Ethan’s fingers gripped the wheel. “We’ll figure it out.”I turned to him. “No. We have to decide now. Bryan may be out, but he’s not away. He won’t stop. Not until he gets them.”Mark sighed. “She’s not wrong. We took

Chapter 14: Forged in FireThe air that night crackled with expectation. The instant the decision had been made, a wave went through the pack. They looked like wolves moving with purpose, preparing, fortifying, whispering among themselves. War was not merely coming — it was already here.I lingered by the edge of the main hall, following Helena as she organized her warriors. She was effective, respected without having to raise her voice. Even Mark, who rarely followed orders, didn’t protest.Ethan had returned from his perimeter sweep, his face stony. “There’s been no movement yet, but it’s too quiet. Bryan isn’t waiting. He’s planning."I shifted the blanket over my sleeping daughter, my mind whirling. “Then we have to do it first.”Mark crossed his arms. "That’s a hell of a risk."I met his gaze. “It has been a gamble, everything about this.” But we weren’t going to sit here and wait for Bryan and the Elders to make a move. We have to act."Helena rounded the desk, her sharp green e

Chapter 16: The Night Is Always DarkWhen the wind ripped through the trees and whistled through the rafters of the lodge, the air that rushed in blew the tension and denial right out the windows. Whispers murmured in hushed tones, and barely heard over the crackling fire. Warriors walked with quietly chosen purpose, honing blades, rechecking munitions, bolstering strategies that would shortly be put in motion.This was no longer just about Bryan.This was bigger.We were going up against the very foundation of pack law—the hierarchy that had ruled us for generations, the rules that told you who was in charge and who bowed to it. The Elders had not yet retaliated, and yet their silence said more than any declaration of war.It was only a matter of time.I sat next to the fire and the flames flickered and danced, the heat hardly helping with the chill coming into my chest. Mine were bundled next to me in thick blankets, and their soft breaths were all that tethered me to the moment. My