All Chapters of The Luna He Stole to Break the World: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Mira's POVI didn't know why I was telling him everything.Maybe because I was going to die anyway. Maybe because I was tired of lying. Maybe because some small, foolish part of me wanted him to understand.Or maybe I just needed someone to hear it. The whole truth. Before the end."I was seventeen when my parents told me I was to marry Kael," I began, my eyes fixed on the sunrise. "I didn't love him. Not then. But I didn't hate him either. He was kind. Handsome. The future Alpha."I could feel Killian listening beside me, silent and still."I was supposed to be a warrior. That's what I trained for my entire childhood. Every morning before dawn, every evening after lessons. My father used to say I had the heart of a fighter." My throat tightened. "But my mother said duty came first. The pack needed a strong alliance. And so...""And so you gave up your dreams for politics," Killian finished quietly."Yes." I wrapped my arms around myself. "I tried to be a good Luna. I learned the prot

Killian's POVI paced the war room, maps spread across the table, my mind racing through possibilities and discarding each one.Kill the Ancient One. Simple words. Impossible task."Tell me again why we think this can work," I muttered.Mira sat in the corner, Ramona beside her, both of them looking exhausted but determined. I'd brought them here under the guise of interrogation, with guards posted outside to maintain appearances."Because everything dies," Mira said. "Even things that claim to be immortal. There has to be a way.""The Ancient One has survived for over a thousand years. Outlasted wars, plagues, entire civilizations." I slammed my hand on the table. "What makes you think we can kill him in three days when no one else has managed it in a millennium?""Because no one else had a reason to try." She stood and moved to the table, studying the maps. "Everyone who served him did so out of fear or loyalty. They never questioned. Never rebelled.""And you think that's our advan

Mira's POVThe tunnels were worse than I'd imagined.Dark. Suffocating. The walls seemed to press in from all sides, and the air was thick with the smell of earth and ancient decay. Our torches cast flickering shadows that danced like demons."First pillar is half a mile ahead," Killian whispered, consulting a map he'd memorized. "We plant the charge, set the fuse, then move to the second location.""How long do we have?" I asked."Once the first charge is set, thirty minutes before it detonates. We need all three planted and armed before any of them blow, or the Ancient One will have time to react."Thirty minutes. Half an hour to plant three charges in a maze of tunnels while avoiding guards and trying not to alert an immortal monster.No pressure.Damon led the way, his Lycan senses on high alert. Every few steps he'd pause, listening, scenting the air."Guards ahead," he whispered. "Two of them. Fifty feet.""Can we go around?" I asked.Killian checked his mental map."Not without

Mira's POVThree days of hard riding brought us to Evergreen's borders.The land looked different than I remembered. Scarred. Wounded. Fields that should have been green with spring growth lay fallow. Villages we passed were half-empty, their inhabitants fled or dead.This was what conquest looked like when the conqueror left."It's worse than I thought," Kael murmured beside me."It's what happens when a pack loses its heart." I looked at him. "But hearts can be rebuilt. Stronger than before."We approached the pack house as the sun began to set, painting the sky blood-red. The building still stood, though it bore the scars of battle burned sections hastily repaired, walls marked with claw marks and dried blood.But the gates were open. And wolves lined the courtyard, waiting.Wolves I recognized. Survivors who'd stayed behind when others fled. Elderly. Young. Those too weak to fight, too stubborn to run.They saw us approaching and began to howl a sound of welcome, of relief, of joy

Mira's POVThe aftermath of battle was always worse than the fighting itself.Bodies needed to be identified, honored, buried. Wounded needed healing. Prisoners needed judgment. And a pack needed to be reassured that the nightmare was over.I stood in the courtyard as healers moved among the injured, trying to focus on the tasks at hand instead of the exhaustion threatening to drag me under.Ramona sat nearby, her arm in a sling, watching me with concerned eyes."You should rest," she said for the third time."I will. After ""After what? After you've personally tended every wound? Resolved every dispute? Rebuilt the entire pack single-handedly?" She struggled to her feet. "You're not a machine, Mira. You're allowed to be tired.""I'm allowed to be Luna. Which means ""Which means delegating. Trusting others. Not carrying every burden alone." She touched my arm. "Let Kael handle the prisoner interrogatio