All Chapters of THE DORMANT LUNA Book 1: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

LIAMThe war room is packed.Every seat at the alliance table is filled. Marcus at the head. Me to his right. Dominic Hale, Sera Volkov, and James Cortez spread around the rest. Gregor stands near the wall with his arms crossed. Jax is at my shoulder with a tablet displaying intelligence reports.And Neah sits beside me. Not behind me. Not in the background. Beside me. Luna of Shadow Peak. Bridge between packs. The reason we're all here.Sera, the hybrid, sits across from us. She's had food and water and four hours of sleep but she still looks like a ghost. The kind of exhaustion that comes from running for two years straight with no safe place to land."Start from the beginning," Marcus says. His voice is calm but his eyes are hard. "Everything you know about Kessler's operation."Sera takes a breath. "Kessler didn't die in the compound assault. He escaped during the chaos. Took backup serum samples and core research data with him. Price and the corrupted soldiers were meant to be a

NEAHBeing Luna is nothing like I imagined.Not that I imagined it much. Two weeks ago I was planning to go to college and take over my mom's self-defense studio. Now I'm standing in the Iron Valley great hall wearing a dress Diane picked out while fifty Shadow Peak wolves stare at me like I'm a science experiment.Which, technically, I am.Liam stands beside me. Solid. Grounding. The bond hums between us and I focus on that instead of the eyes tracking my every move."Ready?" he murmurs."No.""Good. That means you're paying attention."The formal alliance ceremony starts at noon. Shadow Peak and Iron Valley officially joining under a unified command structure. Marcus and Liam as co-Alphas until the territories formally merge. Which could take years.But first, I have to meet my new pack.Shadow Peak wolves fill the hall. Younger ones near the front. Elders toward the back. All of them watching me with expressions ranging from curious to skeptical to outright hostile.I don't blame t

LIAMNeah hasn't slept in thirty-six hours.I know because I can feel it through the bond. The exhaustion sitting heavy in her chest. The way her thoughts move slower than usual. The headache building behind her eyes that she refuses to acknowledge.She's in the training yard right now. Sparring with Aldara while twenty Shadow Peak wolves watch. Learning Lycan combat techniques that take decades to master. Moving through forms that would break a normal human.But Neah isn't normal. And she won't stop until she gets it right.I watch from the porch. Kain paces restlessly in the back of my mind. He wants to drag our mate inside. Make her rest. Protect her from herself.But that's not what she needs.Aldara strikes. Fast. Precise. Neah blocks but barely. The impact sends her stumbling back."Again," Neah says."You're tired," Aldara replies. "We can continue tomorrow.""Again."Aldara looks at me. I shake my head slightly. Let her push.They go again. And again. And again.By the time Ne

NEAHThree hybrids standing in a triangle.Me. Micah. Sera.Gold eyes meeting across the space between us. The morning sun filtering through the trees makes the clearing look almost sacred.Aldara circles us slowly. Ancient eyes measuring. Calculating."Together," she says. "Channel the golden energy. Let it flow between you."I glance at Micah. He nods.Sera looks uncertain. "I don't know how.""You already know," Aldara says. "Your body understands even if your mind doesn't. Trust it."I close my eyes. Focus on the golden light in my chest. The warmth that lives beneath my ribs. The power that woke up when Liam marked me.I let it rise.The light flows through my hands. Warm. Steady. Reaching toward Micah on my left.His energy meets mine halfway. A pulse of gold that tastes like earth and stone. Grounding. Protective.Then Sera's energy joins from my right. Lighter. Newer. Uncertain but willing.The three currents intertwine.And suddenly the world explodes with light.Golden energ

CHAPTER 110NEAHThe lunar stone pulses in rhythm with my heartbeat.I can feel it even from across the chamber. A pull. A resonance. Like it recognizes something in me that I'm only beginning to understand.Aldara circles the pedestal slowly. Her ancient eyes fixed on the crystallized substance that glows faint gold in the lamplight."The Lycans knew their bloodline would fade," she says quietly. "We were too powerful. Too long-lived. Our birth rates dropped over centuries. By the time the Pack Wars ended, there were fewer than a thousand of us left.""What happened to them?" Sera asks."We withdrew. Retreated into the wild places. Let the wolves believe we were myths and legends. Some integrated into wolf packs. Diluted the bloodline until Lycan traits became dormant." Aldara touches the lunar stone gently. "But the elders knew. They knew we would disappear completely. So they built a preservation system.""The dormant markers," I say."Yes. Genetic seeds planted in human bloodlines