บททั้งหมดของ TOO LATE, MY LUNA: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

I heard him say her name and my entire world came to a stop.Not my name. Hers. Selene. He called Selene forward instead of me, and I stood there in my white dress with my heart slamming against my ribs, staring at the side of his face and waiting for him to turn and look at me and say he had made a mistake or gotten confused or anything other than what he had just said. He did not turn. He kept his eyes forward and his jaw set and his expression calm, like he had rehearsed this moment so many times that delivering it in front of three hundred wolves felt completely routine to him.I had waited six years for this night. Six years of loving Caden, of choosing him over and over again, of telling myself every time the doubt crept in that patience was not weakness and that good things took time. I had turned down a transfer to the Eastern Pack eighteen months ago because I did not want to leave his territory, and I had spent three weeks saving up to buy this white dress because I wanted t

The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was that I had no idea where I was.The ceiling above me was made of dark wood with thick beams running across it, old and solid, nothing like anything in the Silverstone packhouse. The bed underneath me was clean and firm, and the room smelled of pine and something else, something deeper and unfamiliar, a pack scent I had never encountered before.I sat up fast and immediately regretted it. The room tilted and my head swam and I had to grab the edge of the mattress with both hands and hold on until everything settled. My body ached in a way that told me I had pushed it well past its limits at some point recently.Then I remembered everything. The ceremony. The rejection. The Darkwood. The rain and the cold and my knees in the dirt. The silver eyes in the dark between the trees.I looked around the room carefully. It was small and clean, with a single window letting in pale daylight, a wooden table beside the bed with a cup of water on

I could not sleep that night.I lay on my back in the small infirmary room and stared at the ceiling and listened to the sounds of Nightfall Pack settling into its night around me, the distant footsteps in the hallways above, the occasional low voice somewhere down the corridor, the sound of wind moving through the pine trees outside my window. It was all completely unfamiliar and I was too exhausted to sleep and too wound up to rest and my mind would not stop going where I did not want it to go.It kept going back to Silverstone.I kept thinking about what the pack must look like right now, whether the celebration after the ceremony had continued or whether the wrongness of what happened had settled over everything the way it had settled over me. I thought about the great hall full of wolves eating and drinking and pretending that watching their Luna candidate fall to the ground and get escorted to the border was a normal thing to witness. I thought about the torches still burning in

Mira did not answer my question right away. She moved to the shelf on the far wall and lifted down a worn leather book that looked old enough to have its own history, setting it on the worktable between us and opening it to somewhere near the middle. She turned it to face me and I looked down at a page covered in small careful handwriting, with diagrams in the margins and words written in a language I did not recognise at all.She pulled the stool from under the table and sat down across from me, folding her hands on the surface in the way people do when they are about to say something that requires steadiness to deliver. I stayed standing because sitting felt too settled for whatever this conversation was about to be."Your mother did not tell you because she was protecting you," Mira said, holding my gaze across the table. "She failed." The two sentences landed simply and directly without any softening around them, and I stood there absorbing them without saying anything, my hands p

I told Zane my decision the next morning, finding him in the courtyard just after sunrise where he was standing at the edge of the training ground with a cup of something hot in his hand, watching his warriors run through their morning drills in the pale early light. He did not look surprised when I walked up beside him, which I was beginning to understand was simply his default state. I was not sure anything could genuinely surprise this man."I am staying," I said, looking out at the training ground rather than at him.He took a slow sip from his cup before answering. "I know," he said, with the same unhurried calm he brought to every single thing he said. I turned to look at him and he was still watching the drills, his expression giving away nothing as usual."You knew before I told you?" I asked."You made your decision last night," he said simply. "I heard you pacing in your room until almost two in the morning, and then you stopped. That was when I knew." I opened my mouth to