The Banished Shy Luna Chapter 139

Seraphim exhaled slowly, overwhelmed. “She’s evolving, Alpha. Her skin is forming the ancestral runes of her bloodline. These markings… they haven’t appeared on a living wolf in over a thousand years.”

The bed dipped beside me — warm hands hovering but afraid to touch.

“Kira,” Tyson breathed, voice cracking. “Moon… come back to us.”

“Please wake up,” Talon whispered beside my ear. “Please.”

Toren’s forehead pressed to mine, grounding, desperate. “Starlight… follow my voice.”

Their fear hit me like a tidal wave — thick, warm, rushing through my veins.

Pain dragged me up first — a deep, throbbing ache that lived in every muscle like fire stitched under my skin. My ribs felt bruised. My spine felt too tight. My head felt like someone was driving a wedge through it.

“I…” My throat was dry. “I hurt.”

Toren slid an arm behind my back, lifting me slowly so I wouldn’t strain. Tyson steadied my head. Talon hovered close, terrified.

Seraphim rushed over, runes glowing faint blue on her fingertips. “Don’t move too much,” she murmured. “Your body is still stabilizing.”

She scanned me — her expression falling instantly.

Her voice dropped.

Grim.

Serious.

“Alphas… this kind of evolution can harm the pack.”

The room froze.

Toren stiffened. “Explain.”

Seraphim’s eyes darted across my glowing markings — the sigils crawling down my ribs, hips, arms. “When a wolf evolves this violently, their aura spikes can destabilize the bond network. Wolves connected to her could suffer shockwaves, seizures, emotional fracturing—”

“No.” My voice cut her off, hoarse but sharp.

All eyes snapped to me.

Seraphim blinked, startled. “L-Luna?”

“You’re wrong,” I whispered, forcing myself upright despite the stabbing pain in my ribs. “This evolution won’t hurt the pack.”

Seraphim frowned deeply. “Kira, your aura nearly ruptured half the territory—”

“It will strengthen them,” I said, louder this time. “Her told me.”

“Who told you?” Tyson asked softly.

“The moon goddess.”

Silence.

Utter silence.

Toren’s eyes widened.

Tyson’s breath hitched.

Talon leaned in, stunned.

Seraphim just… stared.

I swallowed. “I wasn’t hallucinating. She came to me. She showed me the bonds, the pack, the awakening. This evolution strengthens them — all of them. Anyone connected to me.”

Seraphim shook her head, face tightening. “Luna… pain can create lucid dreams. Aura overload can create hallucinations—”

“I wasn’t hallucinating,” I snapped. “I met her.”

“I’m sorry,” Seraphim whispered, “but I don’t believe that.”

Toren growled so deeply the bed shook.

Tyson’s eyes flashed silver. “You calling our Luna a liar?”

Talon stood, furious. “Say it again.”

Seraphim lifted her hands defensively. “I’m not calling her a liar— I’m saying that what she thinks she saw could be a side effect. A goddess hasn’t appeared in centuries.”

“She appeared for me,” I hissed. “And she told me exactly what this evolution means.”

Seraphim’s jaw clenched. “Even if that were true… I still have to report this.”

The temperature in the room dropped.

“What?” Toren asked quietly — too quietly.

Seraphim began wringing her hands. “Alphas, please… I have a healer license granted by the Council. Wolves don’t just evolve like this. If I don’t report it, they will investigate. They’ll revoke my license, imprison me— I’ll lose my daughters, my mate— I have to think of them.”

Tyson took a step forward, aura spiking. “If you take one step out of this room—”

“Tyson,” I said sharply.

He stopped.

Barely.

Seraphim looked at me with wide, frightened eyes. “Luna… I don’t want to betray you. But if I don’t report this, the Council will kill me. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I have to.”

The room shook with fury — three alphas ready to tear the walls apart.

But I lifted my hand.

“No,” I said quietly. “Let her speak.”

Seraphim looked shocked.

I held her gaze.

“You want to go? Then go. But understand something.”

The air crackled around us—

Heat rising from my skin—

My markings glowing brighter.

Seraphim swallowed hard.

“If there is a war,” I said softly, “and you stand with the Council—”

Her breath hitched. “Luna…”

“—then you will be treated as a threat.”

Her eyes filled with horror. “You… you would kill a healer?”

“I will do what is right,” I said coldly. “For this pack. For every pack. The Council doesn’t get to decide who is allowed to exist. They don’t get to control power or bloodlines. They’re not gods.”

Tyson muttered, “They’re fossils.”

Talon snorted. “Dusty ones.”

Toren squeezed my shoulder, proud. “They’ll learn.”

Seraphim looked at me like she didn’t recognize me anymore.

Fear.

Confusion.

And something like grief.

“I… I need time,” she whispered.

Then she bowed—

Not to the alphas.

To me.

And left.

The door clicked shut behind her.

And I felt it.

Her resolve.

I felt Seraphim’s decision as clearly as if she’d whispered it.

She was going to the Council.

My breath left me in a thin, exhausted exhale. “She’s going.”

Tyson stiffened. “Moon—”

“She’s going,” I repeated, firmer this time. “She’s made up her mind. Nothing we say or do will stop her.”

Toren’s aura snapped like a whip. “Then we drag her back—”

“No.” I shook my head—slow, stiff, aching. “We can’t. She has a mate. Children. If we make her vanish, the Council will send an army to question every heartbeat in this territory.”

Talon cursed under his breath and punched the mattress. “So that’s it? We just wait?”

“No,” I said.

I looked each of them in the eyes—

Gold.

Storm-blue.

Silver-gray.

Three raging storms tethered to me by fate and flame.

“Prepare for war.”

The room went still.

Toren’s jaw locked. Tyson inhaled sharply. Talon froze mid-breath.

“That’s the only outcome now,” I continued quietly. “She’s going to the Council, and the Council will come for me. I won’t pretend otherwise.”

Tyson swore. “Moon—”

“Enough,” I said softly but with the authority of something ancient. “We don’t have the luxury of denial.”

I turned my head slightly, wincing at the pain in my neck.

“Shyanne?”

She jumped to attention instantly. “Y-Yes, Luna?”

“Get Douglas.”

Her eyes widened. “Uh… well… Mason is still here… with Douglas.”

I blinked. “Your point?”

She swallowed. “Just thought you should know.”

I exhaled through my nose, humorless. “Fine. Bring them both. The more the merrier.”

Shyanne scrambled out of the room so fast she nearly tripped over her own feet.

The moment the door shut behind her, I looked back at my mates.

“I need to tell you what the goddess said.”

All three of them moved closer, protective instinct igniting in their eyes.

Toren sat on the bed immediately, placing a steadying hand on my thigh. “Tell us everything.”

Tyson leaned forward, elbows on his knees, eyes narrowed. “Don’t leave a single fucking detail out.”