The Banished Shy Luna Chapter 146

The hum of the SUV engine lulled me into sleep before I even realized my eyes had closed. Tyson’s shoulder was warm beneath my cheek, steady like a heartbeat I didn’t have to think about. Talon sat next to him, fingers brushing my knee every few minutes just to check I was still breathing. Toren drove like a man on a warpath—smooth, controlled, furious.

And I drifted.

The world fell away.

And the black void swallowed me again.

But this time… she was already waiting.

The Moon Goddess stood in front of me, glowing faintly—pearlescent, serene, ancient. Her presence felt like warm wind and knives all at once. Power radiated from her in soft, crushing waves.

“Kira,” she said gently, “you’re here sooner than I expected.”

I swallowed. “Did I die again?”

A small smile. “Not yet.”

Not comforting.

At all.

My throat tightened. “Why am I back here?”

Her expression softened. “Because you need to see what comes next. And because you… have asked for truths.”

She lifted her hand.

A shimmering red dot appeared in the darkness above us—like a star bleeding.

She tapped it.

The void split open like a curtain, revealing a scene so vivid it felt like standing in front of a window.

A pack.

Burning.

Homes collapsing under flames. Wolves torn apart in the dirt. Mothers clutching their children, screaming. Warriors butchered. Blood pooling in trenches carved by violence.

Council enforcers moved through the chaos in perfect formation.

And Elder Thora…

She stood in the center of it all.

Watching.

Emotionless.

A mother threw herself at Thora's feet, grabbing her robe, begging for mercy. “Please—please, my children—”

A guard ripped the woman away, slicing her throat as if swatting a fly.

Thora didn’t blink.

My stomach twisted violently. “No… no, that—she wouldn't—she can't—”

The Moon Goddess lifted her hand again.

Another red dot appeared.

Another window opened.

This pack wasn’t burning—it was being excavated.

Council enforcers dug into the earth like grave robbers. Wolves were dragged out one after another. Some unconscious. Some screaming.

An Elder stepped forward.

One of the ones who had shown up in Toren’s territory.

He looked… delighted.

A girl—maybe twelve—was hauled out by her hair. Bound. Gagged. Bleeding down her arms and legs. Terrified.

The Elder crouched beside her, patting her cheek.

“This is your parents’ fault, little one. They should’ve known better than to birth an abomination.”

He snapped her neck with a single twist.

Dropped her like trash.

The Moon Goddess tapped the air once more, and the portal closed with a pop, leaving us alone in the heavy silence.

I stood frozen. Sick. Cold.

“How many?” My voice cracked. “How many have they destroyed?”

She met my eyes. No softness left. Only mourning.

“Thirteen packs.” Her voice echoed like thunder. “One thousand five hundred and eighty-three wolves dead. And counting.”

I staggered backward. “Why? Why all of this? Why now?”

“Because,” she said quietly, “they know what you are.”

My jaw clenched. “And what do you expect me to do? Fight the entire Council alone? Raise armies? Burn the world?”

Her hand reached out, cupping my face with a gentleness that made me shake.

“No, Kira. I expect you to survive long enough to change it.”

The void hummed brighter.

“Your bloodline has awakened,” she continued. “Your evolution began the moment you accepted your mates. But now…” Her eyes glimmered with something fierce. “Now you will need more.”

“More what?”

“Power.”

A shiver rippled through the air as she leaned forward and pressed her lips to my forehead.

It was like being kissed by fire.

A burning sensation spread through my skull, down my spine, through my veins, igniting everything inside me. I gasped, knees buckling, but she caught me with one hand.

“This gift,” she whispered, “will allow you to transfer sight. Your memories. Your visions. Your truth.”

I blinked through the burning. “Transfer… what?”

“Knowledge,” she said. “You will give Tyson what you saw. All of it.”

My breath caught. “Why Tyson?”

“Because he is your shield,” she said. “He stands between you and the world. You must arm him.”

My heart hammered painfully. “How?”

“Kiss him,” she said. “On the lips. And speak one word.”

Her fingers traced glowing symbols through the air.

***Metatithēmi.***

“Ancient Greek,” she explained. “It means ‘to transfer.’”

“Will it hurt him?”

“No.” Her voice softened. “But it will change him. And it will show him everything I showed you.”

I trembled.

“All of it?”

“All of it.”

A lump formed in my throat. “You want him to see those children? That girl? That mother? You want him to feel what I felt?”

“Yes,” she said. “Because only then will he understand the threat.”

She touched my cheek again.

“Kira… you are the beginning of a revolution. And revolutions are never bloodless.”

The void darkened around us.

“You must prepare,” she whispered. “War is coming. The Council will not stop. They will empty the world before they let you rise.”

My breath shook. “Then what do I do?”

The Moon Goddess smiled—soft, sad, proud.

“You lead.”

The light snapped.

Darkness swallowed everything.

And I jolted awake.

“Moon—hey—HEY. Look at me.”

Tyson’s voice cut through the panic like a blade.

His hands were already on my face, thumbs brushing my cheeks, grounding me. His scent—wild cedar and storm air—hit my lungs and forced them to work again.

I dragged in a breath.

“T–Tyson…”

“I’m here.” His forehead pressed to mine. “You’re okay. You’re with us. You’re safe.”

But I wasn’t.

Not even close.

I curled my fingers into his shirt, shaking. Toren twisted in the passenger seat, trying to look back. Talon leaned forward from the third row, his hand already reaching for me.

“Kira?” Toren’s voice was sharp. “What happened?”

“Moon, talk to us,” Talon urged.

I swallowed hard, throat raw.

I couldn’t tell them yet. Not all of it.

Not everything the goddess showed me.

But Tyson… he needed to see it. He needed to feel it. The goddess chose him for a reason.

My fingertips brushed Tyson’s jaw.

“Tyson…” I whispered. “Can I show you something?”

Confusion flickered across his features. “Show me what?”

“Please,” I said softly. “Just trust me.”

His expression softened instantly. “Of course I trust you. Always.”

He didn’t hesitate.

Not even for a breath.

He leaned closer, hands sliding to the back of my neck, holding me steady. “Whatever you need, Moon.”

Toren tensed, sensing something shift. Talon straightened. Even Douglas, across the aisle, sat up sharply.

I took one trembling breath—

Leaned in—

And whispered the word the Moon Goddess carved into my mind:

***“Metatithēmi."***