All Chapters of THE DORMANT LUNA Book 1: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

NEAHThey're real.Lycans. Ancient wolves. The ones from Gregor's grandfather's stories. The ones who were supposed to be extinct.They stand in the wreckage of the packhouse entrance, four massive figures that dwarf even the largest wolves I've ever seen. Seven feet tall in their shifted forms. Humanoid but covered in fur and muscle. Eyes burning gold.Then they shift.The transformation is nothing like watching Liam shift. This is slower. Deliberate. Like watching stone become water and then flesh. When it's done, four people stand before us.Three males and one female. All appearing middle-aged but carrying themselves with an authority that feels ancient. Scarred. Battle-worn. Survivors.The female steps forward. Her eyes are liquid gold. Not the bright gold that flares in Micah's eyes and mine. A deeper shade. Older. Like aged amber caught in firelight."We felt the awakening," she says. Her voice is low and resonant. It vibrates in my chest where the second pulse beats. "The old

LIAMI watch from the threshold.Neah disappeared into that shimmering forest eight hours ago. Eight hours of standing here in Kain's form, every instinct screaming to cross the barrier and bring her back.But I can't cross. The threshold won't let me. My paws hit invisible resistance every time I try.So I wait.And I feel her through the bond. The changes happening inside her. Her energy shifting. Deepening. Becoming something vast and ancient that makes Kain go quiet in my chest.My wolf has never been quiet. Not once in twenty-five years.But now he sits. Patient. Humbled.Like he recognizes something in her that predates his own existence by millennia.Aldara emerges from the forest first. Shifts to human form. Approaches me with those ancient gold eyes.I shift. Stand. "Is she safe?""She is becoming what she was always meant to be. That is as safe as any of us ever are.""That's not an answer.""It's the only answer I have." She tilts her head. Studies me. "You are her mate.""

NEAHNathan Price stands at Iron Valley's border, and what he's become is horrifying.The self-experimentation worked. Partially. He has enhanced strength radiating from his transformed body. Enhanced speed visible in the way he moves. Energy abilities crackling around him like living electricity.But it went wrong.So, so wrong.His energy isn't golden. It's sickly purple-black. Corrupted. Toxic. Where my golden light heals and gives life, his corrupted energy destroys. Plants wither in a circle around him. Animals flee. Even the air feels poisoned.He's not alone.Six figures stand behind him. Humans he experimented on using whatever bastardized version of the serum and data he salvaged from the compound. All of them glow with the same corrupted purple energy. All unstable. All powerful. All wrong."Hello, niece," Nathan calls across the border. His voice is layered. Multiple tones speaking at once. "I've come for what's mine."I stand at the front line. Golden light steady in my ha

LIAMI shift back to human form and stare.Neah stands in the destroyed borderland surrounded by scorched earth and collapsed serum wolves. But she's not destroyed. She's glowing.Not the unstable flickering from before. This is different. The golden light is woven into her skin like sunlight embedded in bronze. Soft. Constant. Permanent.Her eyes have changed. Still dark brown but now ringed with gold around the iris. Ancient and new all at once.She looks the same. And entirely different.Kain is silent inside me. Not restless. Not howling. Just present. Witnessing something he recognizes on an instinctive level.She is the Luna, he says quietly. She has always been the Luna.The words settle in my chest with absolute certainty.I walk to her. She's examining her hands. Turning them over. The golden light pulses beneath her skin with each heartbeat. Not blazing. Just there. Like embers that never go out."How do you feel?" I ask. My voice cracks slightly.She looks up. Meets my eyes

LIAMThe alliance table is older than most of the wolves sitting around it.Carved from a single massive oak, it's been in the Iron Valley council room for three generations. Alpha Marcus sits at the head. I'm to his right. Dominic Hale of Eastern Ridge is to his left. Sera Volkov of Northern Pine and James Cortez of Coastal Watch fill the remaining seats.Gregor Voss stands near the wall. Not sitting. Not claiming authority. But his presence carries weight that every Alpha in this room feels.And Neah sits directly across from Marcus.Not as a Luna. She hasn't officially bonded with me yet. Not as an Alpha. She has no pack title or bloodline claim.She sits as Neah. The girl who survived. The bridge between human and wolf. The Dormant Luna who woke up and rewrote the rules.Every Alpha in this room defers to her.Not because she demanded it. Because she earned it."The tracker has been removed," Marcus says. "Dr. Sera confirmed the extraction was successful. Neah is no longer broadca