His Abandoned Luna Chapter 209

|| LILAC’S POV ||

The evening sun painted the wooden houses in golden light as I stood by the window, Aurora’s warm weight nestled against my chest. She was getting heavier now, her tiny fingers curling around mine as she dozed. Outside, the forest swayed gently in the breeze, the trees whispering secrets I still couldn’t remember completely.

A week. A whole week since Alaric had left for the border.

“Luna, dinner is ready,” Mira called softly from the kitchen.

“Thank you,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to Aurora’s downy head before settling her into her cradle. The smell of roasted vegetables and fresh bread filled the house— comforting, familiar in a way.

I had just lifted my fork when the door burst open.

Elizabeth stood there, chest heaving, her usually perfect braid coming undone. “You need to leave. Now.”

Before I could ask why, she grabbed my arm, yanking me to my feet. Mira didn’t hesitate— she scooped up Aurora in one fluid motion, her eyes wide with alarm.

“What’s happening?” I demanded as Elizabeth dragged me toward the packhouse.

The answer came before she could speak.

Growls. Snarls. The unmistakable sound of claws scraping against wood.

My stomach dropped.

“Rogues,” Elizabeth panted, shoving me through the packhouse doors. The scent of fear hit me first— pungent and sharp— followed by something darker. Blood.

A warrior I didn’t recognize gestured frantically toward the basement. “Luna, we have a breach. This way—”

The tunnel was damp and narrow, packed with wide-eyed pups, omega, she wolves, expecting mothers and trembling elders. Elizabeth didn’t follow us down.

“You’ll be safe here,” she promised, already turning to leave. The heavy door slammed shut behind her, plunging us into near-darkness.

For a moment, there was only the sound of Aurora’s soft whimpers and the too-fast breathing of those around us.

Then something crashed on the entrace. The door at the top of the stairs splintered inward.

Two rogues stood silhouetted in the dim light, their yellowed fangs bared, their eyes wild with bloodlust. Screams erupted around me as they lunged forward.

I didn’t scream.

I breathed.

Deep. Steady.

And then I heard my wolf.

“Lilac,” she whispered. “It’s time.”

Something stirred inside me—a presence I hadn’t felt in weeks. Flashes of memory, sensation and everything crashed on me. The bond felt alive again with Alaric and I remembered every single thing.

‘About damn time,’ Runa growled again.

The shift ripped through me like lightning. Bones cracked, muscles reformed, golden fur erupting across my skin. I didn’t fight it— I welcomed it.

By the time the first rogue reached the stairs, I was already moving.

My teeth found his throat before he could blink. Hot blood filled my mouth as I tore, the coppery tang sharp on my tongue. The second rogue barely had time to snarl before I was on him, my claws raking across his belly.

‘Mira,’ I mindlinked, shaking the gore from my muzzle. ‘Stay with Aurora. I am going out.’

Then I was running, bursting back into the chaos of the packhouse.

The battle outside was worse than I’d imagined.

Rogues poured from the tree line— dozens of them— their matted fur streaked with blood, their eyes glazed with madness. Our warriors fought valiantly, but they were outnumbered, since most were stationed at the border.

I didn’t hesitate.

I launched myself into the fray, my claws finding flesh, my fangs tearing into anything that smelled of rot and rage. Some rogues fled at the sight of me. Others— the bigger, bolder ones— challenged me directly.

They regretted it.

One by one, they fell. Some by my teeth. Others by my claws. A few, the smart ones, dropped to their bellies in submission the moment they caught my scent.

The Luna Queen.

By the time the last rogue was subdued, my fur was matted with blood and my sides heaved with exertion. The shift back to human form was slower this time, my body protesting every inch of the transformation.

Mira appeared at my side before the last of my fur had even faded, a thick blanket in her hands.

“Where’s Aurora?” I demanded, wrapping the fabric around my naked body.

“She’s safe, she’s with—”

A scream cut her off.

High-pitched. Terrified.

My blood turned to ice.

“Luna!” A young warrior stumbled from the tree line, his face ashen. “They took her— they took Aurora!”

The world tilted.

Runa’s howl of rage echoed in my skull as my knees hit the dirt.

No.

Not her.

Not my baby.

My pulse roared in my ears, drowning out the murmurs of the gathered pack.

“Where did you last see her?” My voice came out eerily calm.

Mira trembled beside me. “I— I gave her to Endora, and then—”

A warrior’s shout cut through the night. “Luna! Over here!”

The world narrowed to a single point, the blood dripping from Endora’s shoulder, the way her chest rose and fell too quickly. We found Endora slumped against a tree, her silver robes dark with blood. Her wrinkled face twisted in pain as she looked up at me.

“I’m sorry, my queen,” she gasped. “The rogues took her... I couldn’t stop them.”

Something inside me snapped.

I crossed the distance in the blink of an eye, my hands closing around her throat before I could think. The gasps of the pack faded into white noise as I lifted her off the ground, her feet kicking uselessly in the air.

“My Queen—” she choked, fingers scrabbling at my wrists.

Voices rose around us:

“Luna, stop!”

“She’s hurt!”

“What are you doing Luna?”

“She is already bleeding.”

“Yes, let her go please. she has been with us for years.”

“That’s Endora!”

I ignored them all, leaning in until our noses nearly touched. “Is that so? Endora never adresses me as queen.”

Her eyes— those ancient, knowing eyes— widened. “W-what are you—”

“Enough playing, Coco. Where is my daughter?” Runa surged forward, my voice dropping into a growl.

I felt the exact moment her throat moved beneath my fingers— not in fear, but laughter.

Then her skin rippled.

Gasps erupted as Endora’s face melted away like wax, revealing delicate features beneath— high cheekbones, full lips, and Coco’s unmistakable cruel smile.

“You found out,” she croaked, her voice now young and melodic. “Well played! But how?”

The pack recoiled. Someone vomited in the bushes.

I tightened my grip.

“I knew the moment you suggested that ritual.” Runa went hiding in the depths of my mind. So when I gave up on the memory, it was only mine, not Runa’s. She protected the bond. We suspected something was wrong. So we planned. I asked her to come forth once it was safe or nesecery. As she came back during the crisis, my memories are back too.

I added, “Endora would never ask me to break a sacred vow.”

Coco’s laugh turned into a wet cough. “I’m impressed.”

“I don’t give a damn.” My fingers dug deeper. “Where. Is. Aurora?”

“Good luck finding her,” she sing-songy, blood bubbling at her lips.

I smiled then— a slow, terrifying voice left my lips, “I thought you might say that. No problem. we have other ways.”

“What? More truth serum? But wait! Who is gonna make them?” Coco laughed again.

“Endora,” I called. “Bring it.”

Coco’s grin faltered. Runa stirred only once back in castle and asked me to release Endora who was replaced Coco in the dungeon. Coco was probably planning to take her out. So I made sure she was safe.

From the shadows, the real Endora emerged— alive, unharmed, holding two vials of swirling silver liquid. Coco’s face went slack with horror.

“H-how are you a..alive?” She stammered.

“Found her in your dungeon,” I said, plucking the vials from Endora’s hands. “Wearing your skin. Then I helped her to escape.”

Endora pressed the first vial into my palm. Without ceremony, I forced it between Coco’s lips, tipping her head back until she swallowed convulsively.

“Drink up, little witch,” I purred. “We’re going to have a long chat.”

Endora gave me the second file and her scream was cut short as I poured the second potion down her throat.

Coco coughed vigorously.

“You can release her,” Endora murmured. “She won’t be able to move for hours.”

I dropped Coco like a sack of grain. She hit the dirt with a thud, her limbs already going slack.

“Let’s try this again,” I said, yanking her head up by her hair. “Where is my daughter?”

Her words slurred. “Sh-she’ll be taken... to my mother...”

Ice flooded my veins. “Who is your mother?”

Coco’s lips twisted into a grotesque smile. “Agatha.”

The name landed like a bomb. Whispers exploded around us. That's why this witch could manupulate an alpha in believing she was his mate. No wonder!

Endora stepped forward. “Where is Agatha?”

“I don’t know. No one does. She could be anywhere among the hundreds of coven hideouts,” Coco’s voice was dreamy from the serum.

“How do I find her? tell me. There must be a way,” I asked.

“She summons us. We can meet her only after we get the summoning,” she replied.

“How does she summon you?” I asked.

“The crows... the black lilies... they show the way,” Coco replied.

Endora’s wrinkled hands trembled. “Why Aurora? What does Agatha want with a baby?”

“She is the key... blood from her heart will unleash a magic that will give us power over all the shifters.” Coco replied.

“When is the ritual?” Endora asked.

“Coming blood moon. In only five days,” she laughed.

“That’s coming soon,” Endora gasped.

“You all are gonna die,” she laughed.

A collective gasp. My vision swam.

Endora grabbed my arm. “Luna, you can’t possibly—”

“Garry!” I barked. The young warrior jumped to attention. “Take her to the dungeon. Feed her rosemary every hour— keep the paralysis strong. And be careful.”

“Yes, Luna,” as Garry dragged Coco away, Elizabeth turned to me

Her face ashen. “What now?”

“We wait for the summons.” I stared at the treeline where Aurora had disappeared. “And then I go.”

“You can’t!” Elizabeth cried. “It’s suicide!”

Endora nodded frantically. “The wild witches don’t follow nature’s laws. Their magic is—”

“My daughter is there. My mate is at the border. And you want me to hide here!” The words tore from my throat raw and bleeding. I took a shuddering breath.

“But Luna—” Endora started but I cut her off.

“Endora. Brew me a potion. I have a plan,” I said.

The old healer hesitated, then bowed her head. As she hurried away, I turned back to the dark forest.

Five days.

Five days until the blood moon.

Five days to get my daughter back— or die trying.