The Banished Shy Luna Chapter 133

The world went to hell in a heartbeat.

The Enforcers came out of the trees like silver ghosts—fast, silent, merciless. The air split with the sound of claws meeting steel, of growls and screams and shattering bone. My pack surged forward as one, a storm of teeth and fury.

Toren was the first to clash. His golden eyes flared as he tore through an Enforcer’s chest, blood spraying against the mud. Tyson was a blur beside him—ripping one man’s arm free and hurling him into another before spinning back, claws and fangs flashing. Talon went low, catching the legs of the nearest Enforcer, dragging him down and snapping his neck with a single, brutal twist.

The scent of blood and silver filled the air.

And then I saw them—Marianne and Shyanne. The twins fought like shadows, back to back, smaller than most of the warriors but faster. They cut down two Enforcers before one of the men slashed across Marianne’s shoulder. The blood hit the ground—bright red, sharp, wrong.

Something inside me cracked. Seeing my pack did something to me.

Every scream, every flash of pain in the bond, every heartbeat of my mates bleeding for me—it snapped something deep and old and dangerous loose.

I didn’t think. I didn’t need to.

The ground shuddered beneath my feet. A vibration crawled through my bones, up my spine, into the air itself. My power roared awake like a living thing, and the storm I’d kept buried for so long finally broke free.

A low hum filled the clearing. Then, all at once—every Council Enforcer froze.

Their bodies jerked, their weapons clattered to the ground, and one by one they rose into the air—screaming, thrashing, twisting against invisible force. The earth itself seemed to pulse with my heartbeat.

The Elders’ faces went white.

I stepped forward, every word vibrating through the ground. “You came to my land. You hurt my pack.” My voice wasn’t entirely my own anymore. It was layered, dark, echoing like thunder over mountains. “You’ve made a mistake you can’t undo.”

They hung there, helpless, as if the wind itself was holding them by the throat.

Marianne, clutching her shoulder, stared up at me with wide eyes. “Kira…”

“I’m fine,” I said quietly. “But they won’t be.”

The power surged higher, wild and electric, tearing at the air. The Elders stumbled back, shouting for their men—but their men couldn’t hear. Couldn’t move.

The smell of fear hit next. Thick. Heavy. Honest.

“Tell me,” I said, voice trembling with rage I barely contained. “Tell me what it is you want from me before I do something you’ll regret for the rest of your short lives.”

The two Elders glanced at each other, pale and shaking. One of them—taller, trembling—pulled something from his pocket. A phone.

I blinked. “You’re kidding me,” I said flatly. “You had a phone all this time and just now bothered to bring it out?”

He didn’t answer. Just dialed, hands shaking, before pressing it to his ear.

Then—her voice.

“Luna Kira.” Elder Thora’s tone carried through the speaker, tired and heavy. “Please. Just go with them.”

The world stilled around me.

“Thora?” I whispered, fury and disbelief mixing sharp in my chest.

“It will cause more harm if you resist,” she said softly. “More harm to your pack… to you. To your mates and those you've come to love. Just listen to them."

Something inside me burned white-hot.

I stared at the phone, then the Elders, my voice dropping to a low growl. “What do you want from me?”

Silence.

The Enforcers still hovered in the air, trembling, waiting for whatever came next. The pack had stopped fighting entirely, everyone frozen in the surreal stillness.

Finally, Thora’s voice returned—quieter now. Sad. “You already know, child. You’ve always known what was coming. I knew it the moment I saw you. The moment your eyes met mine, I could see just how strong you were. That's why I offered you a spot to be next to me. It would have been easier for both of us. Just please, child. Come with them willingly and everything will go back to normal."

Her words sent a chill straight down my spine.

I looked around me—at Toren’s bleeding hand gripping his sword, at Tyson’s torn shirt and defiant stare, at Talon’s heaving chest, at Douglas still half-kneeling beside the twins. My family. My pack.

And then I heard it.

“No!” Toren’s voice echoed through the trees, raw and furious.

Then Tyson—“No!”

Talon’s growl followed. Douglas’s snarl. Then Marianne and Shyanne, and then more—one by one, voices rising until the entire pack was roaring, No!

The forest shook with it.

The Elders stumbled, terrified, the phone still pressed to one of their ears.

I took a slow step forward, my eyes glowing bright enough to light the ground. “You hear that?” I asked softly. “That’s the sound of unity. You can’t control that. You can’t own that.”

The taller Elder found his voice. “You don’t understand, Luna. You are dangerous. Unstable. An uncontrollable Luna can cause—”

“—death? Chaos?” I cut him off, smiling without humor. “You’re right. She can.”

I lifted my hand slightly, and every Enforcer dropped to the ground at once—lifeless or unconscious, I didn’t care which. The shockwave of it cracked the nearest tree clean in half.

The Elder stumbled back, tripping over his own feet.

“This is what happens,” I said quietly, “when the Council underestimates a woman who’s spent her whole life being told to sit still.”

Behind me, Toren whispered, “Kira…”—but he didn’t stop me. None of them did.

The second Elder finally found his courage—or maybe just his stupidity. “You think this display makes you strong?” he shouted, spittle flying. “It makes you a liability! A threat to every living thing on this continent!”

I smiled faintly. “Then maybe they should stop threatening the things I love.”

Lightning cracked overhead—not from the sky, but from me. The air split with the sound. The remaining guards scrambled to drag the Elders back toward the forest.

Thora’s voice was still faintly audible through the dropped phone, broken and trembling. “Kira, please—don’t make it worse.”

I stared at it. “You already did.”