The Banished Shy Luna Chapter 141

The room had barely settled after Mason’s bombshell when a frantic knock rattled the door.

Before any of us could respond, Jake burst inside—sweaty, breathless, eyes wide.

“Alphas—Luna—someone’s here.”

Toren moved instantly, stepping in front of the bed. “Who?”

Jake swallowed. “A messenger. From the Council.”

The entire room froze.

Tyson’s snarl was instant, vicious. “Tell me you’re joking.”

Jake shook his head, voice shaking. “He’s unarmed… and he asked for the Luna by name.”

Talon cursed under his breath, fists tightening at his sides. “They’re already here? Bastards move fast.”

Mason stepped closer to the door, expression sharpening. “Let him in. But keep your guards at his back.”

I shifted upright, ignoring how my muscles screamed in protest. “Bring him.”

Jake nodded and vanished.

Moments later, he returned, guiding a tall, cloaked wolf with stiff posture and no scent of allegiance. A Council sigil hung over his chest.

He bowed deeply when he saw me—too deeply. It wasn’t respect.

It was fear.

“Luna Kira,” he said. “I have been ordered by the Elder Council to deliver this directly to you.”

He extended a sealed envelope.

Toren intercepted it, plucking it out of the messenger’s hands with a growl. “She doesn’t touch anything sent by them.”

The messenger didn’t argue.

He simply bowed again, turned sharply, and let Jake escort him back out of the room.

The moment the door closed, Toren spun toward the wall panel beside the bed.

His palm pressed flat against a glowing rune seal.

The room throbbed with power.

“Everyone stay still,” he ordered. “I’m activating the defenses.”

I blinked. “The what?”

Toren didn’t look up as the panel lit beneath his touch. “Ancient wards. My great-grandfather built them after the last Council uprising.”

He pressed his palm deeper into the carved symbol.

A deep hum vibrated through the walls.

“That’s the first layer,” Toren said. “Scent suppression. Our pack scent, your evolution scent — it’s all wiped clean. Council hounds won’t be able to track us through smell anymore.”

He twisted his hand slightly.

The runes shifted from Blue to Silver.

A heavier pulse rippled out.

“Second layer: aura dampener,” he continued. “It smothers our energy signatures. Makes every wolf inside this building read as… nothing. No alpha power. No Luna signature. Not even your mate-bond flare.”

Talon gave a low whistle. “Didn’t think these actually existed.”

“Oh, they do,” Toren muttered. “And only three pack lines still have them.”

Then he pressed his other hand to the panel, forcing both palms down at once.

The lines flared violent gold, the deepest vibration rolling through the floors.

“The third layer,” he said tightly, “blocks movement-tracking. Council satellites, enchanted drones, ground sensors — they read this entire area as dead space. Like a bubble. No movement in or out.”

Tyson blinked. “So to the outside world…?”

“We’re ghosts.” Toren stepped back as the last layer locked into place. “Completely erased.”

A final, heavy click settled into the floorboards like a heartbeat.

Toren looked at all of us, jaw tight.

“These defenses are absolute,” he said. “If the Council tries to track us now, they’ll find nothing but static.”

Mason just stared at the walls with a grim expression.

Toren broke the wax seal and read the Council decree aloud:

“You, Luna Kira of Toren Vane’s Pack, are hereby ordered to surrender yourself into Council custody for examination, containment, and classification.”

“Failure to comply will result in the eradication of your pack.”

“We are aware of your evolution signature. You are considered unstable and dangerous.”

“Your mother has already testified.”

I sucked in a slow breath I didn’t feel reach my lungs.

My mother.

Of course she had.

Tyson cursed, slamming a fist against the wall. “She threw you to the wolves again—literally.”

Talon rubbed a hand over his face, shaking with fury. “She hates you so much she’d doom an entire pack.”

Toren didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. The deadly stillness radiating off him said more than words ever could.

Mason stepped forward, palms up. “Let me see it.”

Toren hesitated, then handed him the decree.

Mason scanned it once—twice—his jaw tightening with every line.

Finally, he exhaled. “This is worse than I thought.”

Tyson bristled. “How.”

Mason lifted the letter. “This wording… it’s not a summons. It’s a death sentence. ‘Containment and classification’ means they want to break her wolf and study her abilities. And ‘eradication’ means they’ve already marked this territory as expendable.”

Talon froze. “Meaning?”

“They’ve already decided what they’re going to do,” Mason said heavily. “This wasn’t a warning. It was an announcement.”

My stomach twisted.

Toren stepped closer to Mason, eyes burning. “How fast will they move?”

Mason didn’t hesitate. “Immediately. The messenger was a formality. He’s already reported your location.”

Tyson leaned forward, voice like a snarl. “No he hasn’t—we activated the suppression fields.”

Mason turned toward him, expression apologetic—but firm.

“Toren’s defenses are impressive. Strong. Ancient…”

He paused.

“…but the Council’s not using aura tracking anymore.”

The room went silent.

Talon’s voice was barely a whisper. “Then… what are they using?”

Mason looked straight at me.

“They’re using the system I built.”

A cold shiver crawled down my spine.

“The system doesn’t need your aura,” Mason continued. “It tracks movement patterns, pack density, historical migration routes, and energy surges in the land itself. When you evolved… the land responded.”

He pointed to the window.

“And they felt it.”

Toren swore viciously. “So the barrier is worthless.”

“No,” Mason said quickly. “It will buy time. But it won’t stop them.”

“How long?” Tyson pressed.

Mason hesitated.

“Hours.”

Talon paled. “As in… tonight?”

“Yes.” Mason’s voice didn’t shake. “Tonight.”

Toren paced once, twice, then whipped around to face me. “We move the pack. Now.”

“Kira’s not strong enough to travel yet,” Talon argued, eyes flicking to me in worry.

Tyson shook his head. “Doesn’t matter. If we stay here, she dies. We all die.”

“Enough.” My voice sliced through the room like a blade.

All three turned to me instantly.

I pushed myself higher against the pillows. My body trembled with the effort — the evolution still tightening around my bones like a living thing.

“We move,” I said. “Toren’s right. This place is compromised.”

“But you’re hurting,” Talon whispered.

“I’ll hurt worse if I watch you all die because of me.”

Tyson nodded once, fierce. “Then let’s go.”

But Mason stepped forward.

“Wait.”

Toren bristled. “What now?”

Mason stared at me, eyes burning with something I couldn’t name.

“You need to understand something before you run,” he said. “Something I didn’t tell you yet.”

The room tightened.

“What?” I asked, breath shallow.

Mason lifted the decree, tapping a single line written in faint, almost smudged ink.

“It’s not just the Council who signed this order.”

My skin prickled. “Who else?”

Mason’s voice dropped into a deadly whisper.

“Your mother signed it too.”