The Luna Rebellion

-lit night. The wind howled across the cliff's edge, tugging at her torn cloak and sending embers from Ravensp

spilled over them in streaks, revealing silver hair braided down their back and a face carved w

aid again, their voice both soothin

tively, her wolf prowling ben

eady. My name is Maelin. High matron of the

er mentioned a sister-bonded Luna. But then again, Kaela

asked, voice low, her

o survived, Ma

me? Kaela demanded, ey

the packs tried to bury and the po

e whispered. He said my mother saw something, a v

Kaela asked warily, her fingers still

s. Some are chosen by soul. Your mother and I, we shared a Luna oath. It made us sisters in

. Her wolf stilled, e

ched for her spirit for nights after, but she was g

ef clawing their way back to the sur

feared the prophecy. Th

would challenge the false Alphas and bring the bloodline back to b

and jagged in her chest. He raised me

ign, Maelin said softly. But

htened. I need to take back Ir

olves cast aside, Alphas stripped of title, Lunas betrayed. They wait in th

me to l

ecome what you

above it churned with storm clouds, moonlight bleeding red through the mist. Somewhere down

r mother's smile,

w? Kael

ves. The last Luna Circle gathers there under th

idn't h

k Maeli

. Her injuries throbbed. They crossed silent plains littered with bones and passed through

t when she did, she told Ka

a, long buried under male rule. About the Luna Circle, a hidden sisterhoo

ne. Not just your strength, but your heart. They will look into your soul, Ma

she used to be. The one who begged for her father

dy to be So

air was warm, heavy with incense and magic. As Kaela stepped into the central chamber, she felt do

a throne of bones,

ronclaw, she said, voice echoing through the cave. Daughter of Ser

her gaze,

to ea

dded. Then f

ch etched with lunar glyphs. Beyond

t of your body, but your spirit. The fire shows

tepped

r closed b

n the

ood in d

her, not burning but revealin

her as a baby, whispering

and distant, watching h

ot at the hands of rogues,

was standin

mo

ver a battlefield, crowned in mo

nds were s

o

ped to h

she whispered, the words tremblin

voice echoed from the flames

ire r

n f

rged into

ye was

stepped fo

e no longer Kaela Ironclaw. You are

ircle

e embers of prophecy

aw wou

e woul