The Banished Shy Luna Chapter 110

The night was soft and heavy, silver moonlight spilling over the sprawling courtyard as I walked between my three Alphas.

Toren to my left — steady, unshakable, his presence a wall of silent strength.

Tyson to my right — his hand brushing mine briefly, grounding me.

And Talon just a step behind, his easy warmth radiating even through the quiet tension that clung to the air.

Behind us, the twins followed in perfect sync — Shyanne’s dark curls catching the moonlight, Marianne’s sharp eyes scanning the perimeter. Both dressed in deep midnight blue, simple yet elegant, their loyalty visible in every measured step.

The estate had transformed. The path to the burial grounds was lined with lanterns — small, glowing orbs that flickered like stars trapped in glass. Wolves gathered along the sides, bowing their heads as we passed. The energy was different tonight — reverent, united, heavy with grief yet threaded with something stronger.

Hope.

When we reached the small clearing, I stopped. The grave had already been prepared: a small mound surrounded by white stones and flowers the color of frost. The cub’s family waited there — a young mother clutching her mate’s hand, both of them hollow-eyed but standing tall.

The woman stepped forward, her voice trembling. “Luna,” she whispered, bowing her head. “Thank you… for doing this. For honoring him. We are blessed to have someone like you.”

Her words hit deep, cracking something open inside me. I reached out and took her hand, my thumb brushing over her knuckles. “He was one of us,” I said softly. “He always will be. Tonight, we send him to the moon with love, not sorrow.”

She nodded, tears glimmering under the pale light.

As they stepped back, I moved closer to the small grave. The air felt thick, charged, alive. The moon hung high overhead, her light spilling over the earth like a silent blessing.

I drew a slow breath and closed my eyes. “Tonight,” I began, my voice echoing softly across the crowd, “we return one of our own to the moon. His body may rest in the earth, but his spirit runs among the stars.”

Wolves bowed their heads. A low hum of energy rippled through the air — grief, yes, but acceptance too.

I lifted my hands slightly, palms open to the moonlight. I hadn’t meant to tap into anything beyond the ritual itself, but something inside me… shifted.

The air stilled.

A warmth bloomed deep in my chest, spreading through my arms like liquid fire. It didn’t burn — it pulsed, steady, alive. My vision shimmered as I looked over the pack, and suddenly, I felt them. All of them.

Their grief.

Their pain.

Their guilt.

Their hope.

Every emotion hit me like a wave — raw, human, shifter, soul-deep. I gasped, my knees buckling slightly, but Toren’s hand steadied me from behind. “Starlight…” he murmured, voice rough. “What’s happening?”

“I—” My breath hitched. “I can feel them.”

The energy surged again, and before I could stop it, a faint glow began to emanate from my skin — pale silver, like moonlight made flesh. The wolves around me lifted their heads, eyes wide, as that warmth washed through them.

The pain dulled.

The grief eased.

Breathing slowed.

Even the earth beneath us seemed to still, humming faintly in response.

I didn’t know what I was doing — only that I needed to.

My fingers brushed the air, tracing invisible sigils of light as I whispered, “Mother Moon, ease their sorrow. Take what weighs them down. Let this pack rise from loss, stronger and bound as one.”

The glow around me brightened, the pulse of energy expanding until it brushed over every single wolf in the clearing. Some gasped, some cried, some simply closed their eyes and let the peace wash through them.

Tyson stepped forward, eyes wide with something close to awe. “Moon… you’re channeling.”

The word didn’t fully register — I just felt connected. My heart beat in rhythm with theirs, a shared pulse of strength, of love, of unity.

I felt Toren behind me, his presence steady and reverent. “She’s… taking it,” he whispered to Talon, disbelief thick in his voice. “Their pain. She’s drawing it into herself.”

“What just happened?” Talon’s voice broke the silence first. His eyes were wide, his usual teasing edge replaced by something wary. “Kira—what the hell was that?”

Toren’s hand was still around mine, grounding but tense. “It wasn’t just a ritual,” he said softly. “Something… shifted.”

Tyson exhaled, long and low, rubbing the back of his neck as his eyes never left me. “She was channeling.”

I blinked at him, still catching my breath. “Channeling?”

Tyson nodded, his expression serious now—Alpha serious. “It’s one of the oldest Luna abilities there is. Rare as hell. Some packs don’t even believe it’s real anymore.”

Talon frowned, folding his arms. “And what does it mean exactly? Because all I saw was my mate start glowing like the damn moon and nearly pass out again.”

Shyanne stepped forward then, her tone gentler than usual. “Channeling is… like becoming a living conduit,” she said carefully. “You take in the emotions, the pain, the chaos of the pack—and you turn it into balance. Peace.”

Marianne added, “It’s not healing exactly. It’s more like… redistributing energy. You carry what they can’t so they can stand again.”

Talon’s brows drew together. “So she just… absorbs everyone’s pain? That’s insane.”

“Not everyone’s,” Tyson said quietly. “Only what they offer in that moment. It’s why it’s so rare—most Lunas can’t withstand it. Their bodies break under the weight.”

Toren’s jaw clenched. “And she did this without even knowing?”

I swallowed hard. “I didn’t mean to,” I said softly. “It just… happened. I felt them all—their grief, their guilt—and I couldn’t just stand there.”

Shyanne smiled faintly, pride glinting in her eyes. “You felt them because the bond between a Luna and her pack isn’t just emotional, it’s spiritual. You tapped into that, probably without even realizing what you were doing.”

Marianne nodded. “Old records say the first Lunas who channeled could calm an entire warpack in full rage. Some could even turn a rogue’s mind back to sanity. But it comes with a cost.”