All Chapters of The Forgotten Luna : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The car was there when I arrived at four in the morning.Black SUV, tinted windows, engine off. Parked directly across from my shop on a street that had no reason for a car like that at that hour. I noticed it the same way I noticed everything that didn't belong — without looking.I unlocked the front door. Turned on the back room light. Put the kettle on.I told myself it was nothing. I also made sure to use the front door for everything that morning instead of the back. I always liked having a clear sightline to the street.Old habit. Five years old, to be exact.* * *My name is Aria Grey, and I sell flowers for a living.Three years ago I walked past a wholesale market at five in the morning and saw a woman unloading garden roses in every shade of blush and peach and deep coral, and something in my chest did a thing it hadn't done in a long time. Something that felt almost like wanting. So I asked if she needed help. She said yes. I never left.Now the shop on Clement Street is mi

I smelled him before I heard the knock.Rain and pine and that underneath thing my wolf recognised before my mind did. The sign on the door said Closed. The clock said four forty-seven in the morning.I looked at the door for a long moment. Then I went and unlocked it.Not because I wanted to. Because I had spent the night turning the same thought over — a man who watched my shop for seven hours and said nothing threatening had not done so because he did not know how. He had done it because he was choosing his approach. Carefully.The careful ones always wanted something specific.* * *He came in and stood on the customer side of the worktable, which I appreciated because at least it kept something solid between us.My name is Caelan Voss, he said. I am the Lycan King.I had picked up the morning order sheet when he walked in and I did not put it down. I looked at him over the top of it.Alright, I said.You carry werewolf blood. You already know this. My trackers have been searching

There were two of them at my front door when I woke up.I knew before I opened it — wolf-scent, the careful neutral kind trained operatives used when they did not want to be read. Caelan's people, at my door at six in the morning as though that was a normal thing.Four on rotation, said the one on the left. Two at each entrance.I said thank you and closed the door.Then I stood in my hallway and pressed my hands against my eyes and breathed through the specific, irrational fury of someone who had just had the thing they most needed done for them without being asked.* * *He arrived at seven. Knocked — actually knocked — and waited.I let him in for questions, not forgiveness. I accepted the coffee and sat across from him.I am leaving in forty-eight hours, he said. I would like you to come with me.The guards, I said. You did not ask.No, he said. Last night established that the threat was active. I acted accordingly. I would do it again.No apology. No explanation dressed as one. J

My wolf woke me at five.Not with fear — nothing sharp. Something quieter. A pull, directional and insistent, the kind I was beginning to recognise as her telling me something I had not decided to know yet.Go, she said.I got up. Put on yesterday's clothes. Followed the pull down the east corridor, past the library.The study door was ajar. Light inside — low, a lamp or a fire.My wolf went very still. Go, she said again. Quietly. Almost gently.* * *Caelan was at his desk. Not working — papers pushed aside. Sitting with his face in his hands, shirt open at the collar, the way a shirt opened when a man had stopped thinking about what he looked like.So I saw them.The veins.Black, fine as thread, spreading in a branching pattern from the centre of his chest — not like bruising, like something drawn with intention. They crossed his sternum, reached toward his ribs, and one branch climbed the left side of his throat and stopped, for now, at his collarbone.I had heard of the Bloodlin

The news about Mrs. Osei arrived at breakfast.Sera set the report beside my tea. Two pages. Typed. Ashvale Pack surveillance activity over the past seventy-two hours, noted persons of interest, one name in the observed contacts column.Margaret Osei. Age 71. Resident, flat above target's former premises.I read it twice. Set it face-down. Picked up my tea, which I did not drink.They are watching her, I said.As leverage, Sera said. You matter to the Ashvale Alpha as a threat. The people you care about are the most efficient mechanism for that.She is seventy-one years old. She makes tea too strong and she told me to go and she meant it and they are watching her building.Where is Caelan? I asked.* * *He was in the study, standing at the window.He turned when I came in. You have read the report.Yes. Tell me what sixty days looks like.Sixty days in which you remain on the territory under formal protection, he said. Your presence here as a recognised guest of the Lycan King establ