All Chapters of The Alpha’s Shadow Luna: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Leah“Listen to me.”“No.” His voice cracked again, and I watched a tear fall from his jaw onto my cheek, warm against the cold of my skin. “You’re not doing this. You’re not saying goodbye. The healers are coming and they’re going to fix this and you’re going to be fine.”The darkness pressed closer. I could feel it now, not as absence but as presence. Something vast and patient, waiting at the edge of my consciousness. Not threatening. Not frightening. Just waiting.I squeezed his hand. It was all I had left. My fingers barely closed, the strength leaking out of me with every heartbeat.“You have to live,” I whispered. “Promise me. You live your life. You don’t l

Darien“Leah.”She didn't move.“Leah, wake up.”I reached for the bond.Nothing.I reached again. Threw everything I had into the space where she should have been, every ounce of love, of power, of desperate, animal need.Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.The dam broke.I screamed. Pressed my face into Leah's hair and screamed until my throat tore, until the sound bounced off the stone walls and came back to me distorted, unrecognizable, the howl of something dying. My lycan joined me, its voice layered over mine, and the combined sound shook dust from the ceiling and cracked the mirror above the wardrobe.When the scream ended, the silence was worse.I held her. Kept holding her. Buried my nose against the crown of her head and breathed in the fading scent of honey. My arms wouldn't unlock. My body had made a decision that my mind refused to accept, curling around her like a cage, like a shield, like the protection I should have been. The protection I wasn't.Keanu was crumpled on the floo

LeahYou hear about death your whole life.People speak of it in hushed tones at funerals, in careful metaphors when explaining it to children, in prayers whispered to ceilings at three in the morning when the world is too quiet and the body is too tired and the mind wanders where it shouldn't. They tell you about lights at the end of tunnels. About warmth. About the faces of people you loved waiting for you on the other side, arms open, smiles soft, as though death were nothing more than walking through a door into a room you'd always belonged in.They're wrong.Not about all of it. But about enough of it that the reality, when it came, felt like a betrayal. Another lie in a life that had been full of them.The first thing I noticed was the weight.Not heaviness in the way of a body. I didn't have a real body anymore. Not in the physical sense. I understood that in the same detached, clinical way you understand a fact you read in a textbook. I was dead. The word sat in my mind with

 LeahNot the eyes moving through shadow. The shadow itself, all of it, surging forward like a tide of living darkness. It gathered and compressed, taking shape with each step it took toward the light. Massive paws formed from the blackness, each one the size of a dinner plate, silent against the stone floor. Legs followed, thick with shadow-muscle, the dark fur rippling like smoke caught in a breeze. A body materialized, enormous, easily twice the size of any wolf I had seen in life, its shoulders reaching my chest, its head having to look down at me.A wolf. A colossal shadow wolf with golden eyes that burned with a fire older than this world.It stopped short of me. Close enough that I could feel the cold rolling off its fur. Not the warmth that permeated everything else in this place. Cold.

LeahThe shadows carried us.Not gently. Not the way the thick underworld air had cradled me during my time in Noxx's domain. This was violent. A churning river of darkness that tore through dimensions with the force of something that had been held back for too long, now rushing toward a destination it had been denied. My body, or whatever form I inhabited, was pulled through the current like a leaf caught in rapids. The only anchor was Noxx's arm around my waist, his grip steady, his presence the single point of stillness in a world gone sideways.The darkness peeled away.Light returned in fragments. First the light from the windows, then the gray of stone walls, then the sharp white of overhead fixtures that buzzed with electricity. The underworld fell behind us like a curtain being drawn, and the living world crashed into focus with a clarity that stole my breath.We were in a large room.The walls were stone, reinforced with steel beams. With a tall ceiling that arced above the r