The Banished Shy Luna Chapter 143

The underground compound emptied in a controlled panic—wolves rushing, directing, carrying supplies, ushering pups into vans, elders into trucks. Engines rumbled low across the cavernous garage like thunder waiting to break.

And through it all…

I felt it.

Their fear.

Their worry.

Their uncertainty.

Each emotion slamming into me like a physical blow through the bond that now connected me to the entire pack.

My stomach twisted.

This is because of me.

Talon caught the thought before I could bury it.

He stepped in front of me, hands firm at my waist.

“Stop,” he said, voice low, almost a growl. “Don’t do that—we’re not panicked because of you. We’re ready to protect you.”

Tyson came up on my right and flicked my forehead. “She’s doing that thing again—taking responsibility for shit she didn’t cause.”

Toren, loading weapons into the SUV, said without looking back, “The pack has already chosen you. Their fear isn’t for themselves—it’s for their Luna.”

The words hit deeper than I expected.

Warmth.

Protectiveness.

Belonging.

But the pit in my stomach didn’t fully ease.

As we approached the vehicles, I couldn’t stop myself.

“Do you think Mason should come with us?”

All three mates turned sharply.

“Leaving him behind while the Council hunts me… isn’t that dangerous?” I finished quietly. “If they catch him, they’ll use him against me.”

Tyson shrugged. “You’re not wrong.”

Talon nodded. “He’s better with us than alone.”

Toren didn’t even hesitate. He turned toward Mason—who was giving orders to his remaining warriors—and called out:

“Mason! Load up. You’re coming with us.”

Mason blinked like he hadn’t expected that.

“What—me?”

“Yes,” Toren said. “Unless you want to end up Council bait.”

Douglas cracked a smirk and patted Mason’s shoulder. “You heard him. Get your ass in the car, Father.”

Mason muttered something under his breath but obeyed, climbing into the SUV with us.

Shyanne jumped into the driver’s seat.

Marianne slid beside her, hands gripping the wheel with white-knuckled determination.

I slid into the back row between Toren and Tyson, Talon settling across from us near Douglas and Mason.

For a moment, there was silence.

The kind before a storm.

As Shyanne pulled out of the compound, engines roaring, I steadied myself against the vibration in the walls of the vehicle.

“Mason,” I said, turning to him, “do you know where my real mother is?”

His expression softened. “She’s part of the Blue Fang Pack. North of Lucas’s former territory.”

Talon stiffened. “Blue Fang? That’s not exactly friendly ground.”

Tyson snorted. “Friendly? Try homicidal.”

“We’re not going there yet,” Toren said firmly. “Not until we have a place to hide that the Council can’t track.”

Mason hesitated.

Then sighed. “I might have something… but you won’t like it.”

Tyson groaned. “Why do fathers say that before dropping bullshit?”

Douglas elbowed him. “He means well.”

Mason ignored both of them.

“I have an unused territory,” he said. “An underground one. It’s in a dead zone—no outside communication, no aura trails, no technological or magical tracking.”

Toren’s brows pulled together. “A dead zone? Those are illegal.”

Mason shrugged. “Not if you built it before the Council banned them.”

Tyson leaned forward. “And it’s safe?”

“As safe as something designed to hide fugitives, contraband, and rogue wolves can be,” Mason said dryly. “But yes. It will hide her.”

“Us,” Talon corrected. “It will hide all of us.”

Mason looked at me then.

“Yes. All of you.”

Toren motioned with two fingers. “Give us the coordinates.”

Mason rattled them off, Shyanne punching them into the navigation system without missing a beat.

“Four hours,” she said. “Maybe three if Talon stops making me speed-check every five minutes.”

“I like living,” Talon muttered.

“You like nagging,” Shyanne corrected.

Marianne snorted. “Shut up and let me drive, you giant puppy.”

For half a second, I almost smiled.

Almost.

The convoy picked up speed, disappearing into the dense forest roads as the underground compound vanished behind us.

The hum of the engine soothed nothing.

The fear in the air thickened.

The weight of the unknown pressed down.

Toren rested his hand on my knee.

Tyson wrapped an arm behind my back, fingers brushing my shoulder.

Talon reached forward from the back and squeezed my ankle gently.

It helped.

But not enough to stop the dread.

I leaned my head back and exhaled shakily.

That’s when Toren’s phone rang.

Not a normal ring.

A secured channel ring.

Encrypted.

Private.

Dangerous.

His eyes narrowed as he answered.

“…Yes?”

The voice on the other end said something too softly for me to hear, but Toren’s expression changed instantly.

His eyes widened.

His gaze shot to Tyson. Then Talon.

Then finally—to me.

Slowly—too slowly—he extended the phone toward me.

“Kira,” he said quietly. “It’s the healer.”

My chest tightened.

I pressed the phone to my ear. “Hello?”

Her breath trembled on the other end.

“Kira… I left something out.”

My heart stopped.

Tyson leaned closer, sensing the shift.

Talon’s hand tightened around the seat.

Toren didn’t even blink.

“What… did you leave out?” I whispered.

The healer’s voice dropped to a whisper.

“You’re pregnant.”

The world tilted violently.

I didn’t breathe.

I didn’t blink.

I didn’t think.

I just stared forward as everything inside me went silent.

“Kira?” Tyson whispered.

“Kira?” Talon leaned forward.

Toren grabbed my hand.

Douglas froze, eyes wide.

Mason looked like someone punched him.

The healer’s trembling voice echoed through the phone again.

“I—I don’t know how far along. Your evolution masked the signs. But… the baby’s heartbeat was strong.”

My lungs burned, trying to remember how air worked.

Pregnant.

I'm… pregnant.

With an ancient bloodline awakening.

With the Council hunting me.

With my entire pack in danger.

With my real mother still missing.

Pregnant.

The healer whispered one last thing.

“Kira… you’re not just evolving. You’re creating something the Council fears more than you. Something new.”

And then the line went dead.

The SUV swerved slightly as Shyanne shouted, “What happened?!”

But I couldn’t answer.

I couldn’t speak.

My mates stared at me—fear, love, shock, protectiveness all blending together.

Toren’s voice broke first.

“Kira… say something.”

I swallowed.

And whispered—

“…I think everything just changed.”