Banished by My Pack, Chosen as the True Luna Chapter 07

Banished by My Pack, Chosen as the True Luna Chapter 07

The next morning, the entire settlement somehow knew I could hear my baby’s heartbeat.

I blamed Theo.

“You told everyone.”

Theo looked offended.

“I told almost everyone.”

“That’s not better.”

“It is statistically better.”

I threw a piece of bread at him.

He caught it.

Unfortunately.

By breakfast, people were asking questions.

“What does it sound like?”

“Can it hear us?”

“Does it already know Theo is annoying?”

Theo pointed dramatically.

“That’s parental alienation.”

For the first time in months, I found myself laughing so hard my stomach hurt.

Not from pain.

From happiness.

A strange feeling.

One I wasn’t used to anymore.

As the days passed, my abilities continued changing.

It wasn’t just hearing anymore.

That part was obvious.

I could hear things nobody else could.

Heartbeats.

Footsteps.

Voices from impossible distances.

But now something else was happening.

Something stranger.

I could feel people.

Not their thoughts.

Their emotions.

One afternoon, Theo sat beside me while carving wood.

He was smiling.

Joking.

Talking nonstop as usual.

But underneath it—

Anxiety.

Fear.

A constant nervous energy.

I frowned.

“Theo.”

“What?”

“Are you worried about something?”

His knife froze.

Immediately.

For just a second.

Then he laughed.

“No.”

I stared.

Theo looked away.

Interesting.

Later that day, Maya admitted winter supplies were lower than expected.

Exactly what I’d felt earlier.

That night, I noticed Alexander again.

Sitting alone.

Watching the settlement.

Looking calm.

Collected.

Confident.

But beneath all that—

Exhaustion.

He hadn’t been sleeping.

Not properly.

I finally walked over.

Alexander glanced up.

“What?”

“You need sleep.”

His eyes narrowed.

“Excuse me?”

“You haven’t slept properly in days.”

Silence.

Then:

“Theo told you.”

“No.”

“Maya?”

“No.”

Alexander stared.

Slowly.

Carefully.

Then realization crossed his face.

“You felt it.”

I didn’t answer.

Because we both knew.

I had.

Meanwhile.

Silver Fang Pack.

Sophia was losing control.

Every conversation seemed to involve Olivia.

Every report mentioned Olivia.

Every failed search mentioned Olivia.

Even Ryder mentioned Olivia.

That irritated her more than she wanted to admit.

She found Ryder in his office.

Again.

Looking through old paperwork.

“What are you doing?”

Ryder didn’t look up.

“Working.”

“On what?”

Still no answer.

Sophia crossed her arms.

“You’re obsessed.”

That got his attention.

His eyes lifted.

Cold.

“Careful.”

For a second, Sophia almost backed down.

Almost.

Then anger won.

“You’re searching for her every day.”

“Because she’s carrying my child.”

The answer came immediately.

Too immediately.

Sophia hated that.

More than that—

She hated how much he seemed to believe it.

Olivia.

Always Olivia.

Even now.

Sophia smiled.

A fake smile.

A practiced smile.

And for the first time—

Ryder noticed.

That night, Sophia met someone in secret.

A rogue.

Scarred.

Dangerous.

Exactly the kind of person she’d normally avoid.

She slid a pouch across the table.

Gold coins.

Lots of them.

The rogue’s eyes widened.

‘Find her.’

‘Who?’

‘Olivia.’

The rogue smirked.

‘The rejected Luna?’

Sophia’s face hardened.

‘Kill her.’

The rogue nodded slowly.

Then Sophia added:

‘And the baby.’

Silence.

Even the rogue looked surprised.

Sophia didn’t care.

The baby was the problem.

Not Olivia.

The baby.

As long as that child existed—

Her future wasn’t safe.

‘Can you do it?’

The rogue smiled.

‘Consider it done.’

______

Three days later.

Alexander was splitting wood.

Theo was arguing with a chicken.

Nobody asked why.

Apparently this happened often.

Then my head snapped up.

Immediately.

Every instinct screamed.

Alexander noticed instantly.

“What is it?”

The entire settlement became quiet.

I stood.

Listening. Heart racing. Footsteps.

Many.

Weapons. Breathing. Movement. Predators.

Not wolves.

Hunters.

“Alexander.”

His expression darkened.

“How many?”

I listened.

“Twelve.”

Theo nearly dropped the chicken.

“Twelve again?”

I ignored him.

“Southwest.”

“Distance?”

“Five kilometers.”

Alexander didn’t hesitate.

“Everyone inside.”

The Pack moved immediately.

Nobody questioned me anymore.

That terrified me slightly.

Night fell.

The attackers arrived exactly when I predicted.

Twelve.

Theo looked horrified.

“She’s becoming scary.”

The first attack came from the tree line.

Then the second.

Then chaos exploded.

Alexander shifted immediately.

His giant black wolf tore through the battlefield.

The settlement fought beside him.

Maya.

Theo.

Everyone.

Nobody ran.

Nobody hid.

Because this was their home.

And they refused to lose it.

I stayed near the center.

Listening.

Watching.

Trying to help.

Then I heard it.

A sound.

Different.

A blade.

Moving toward Theo.

Fast.

Too fast.

“Theo!”

He turned.

Confused.

The assassin appeared from nowhere.

Knife raised.

Theo froze.

The world seemed to stop.

And something inside me broke. Not panic.

Something older.

Something bigger.

Silver light exploded from my body.

The forest shook.

The ground trembled.

Moonlight flooded everything.

Every tree.

Every weapon.

Every wolf.

Everyone froze.

Including me.

The assassin flew backward.

Like an invisible force had struck him.

He crashed through two trees.

And didn’t get up again.

Silence.

Complete silence.

Nobody moved.

Theo stared.

Maya stared.

The entire Pack stared.

Alexander shifted back.

Human again.

His golden eyes locked onto mine.

“What was that?”

I swallowed.

“I don’t know.”

The truth.

I genuinely didn’t know.

But deep down—

A small part of me already suspected.

Moon Goddess.

The dream.

The prophecy.

The Luna.

Maybe none of it had been a dream after all.

______

The battle ended soon after.

Most of the attackers were dead.

The rest fled.

Theo sat beside the fire looking traumatized.

“I watched moonlight punch somebody.”

Nobody answered.

Theo pointed dramatically.

“Moonlight.”

Still silence.

“I feel like we’re skipping over that.”

Maya nodded.

“Fair point.”

Alexander stood across the fire.

Watching me.

Thinking.

Eventually he spoke.

“The legends were real.”

My stomach tightened.

“What legends?”

Alexander looked directly at me.

“The Moon Chosen Luna.”

Nobody laughed.

Nobody called it ridiculous.

Not after what they’d seen.

Not after tonight.

For the first time—

I wasn’t sure I wanted the answer.

Far to the south.

Ryder’s search party finally reached the northern border.

The battlefield appeared before them.

Dead rogues.

Broken trees.

Signs of recent fighting.

Ryder dismounted immediately.

Something felt wrong.

Very wrong.

One of his warriors crouched beside a corpse.

Then frowned.

“Alpha.”

“What?”

The warrior held up a piece of cloth.

Silver Fang colors.

Ryder froze.

His eyes darkened.

“Who was he?”

The warrior swallowed.

“A former Pack member.”

Silence.

Then another warrior spoke.

“Someone sent them.”

Ryder looked toward the north.

Toward the mountains.

Toward wherever Olivia was hiding.

A terrible realization settled inside him.

Somebody wasn’t searching for Olivia.

Somebody was hunting her.

That night, long after everyone else went to sleep, I sat alone outside.

The moon hung above the forest.

Bright.

Watching.

A familiar figure approached.

Alexander.

Of course.

He sat beside me.

Neither of us spoke for a while.

Then finally he said:

“I owe you an apology.”

I blinked.

“For what?”

“I thought your old Pack was stupid.”

I laughed softly.

“And now?”

Alexander looked at me.

His expression unusually serious.

“Now I know they were.”

I rolled my eyes.

“You don’t have to say that.”

“Yes, I do.”

His voice remained calm.

Steady.

“They looked at you and saw a defect.”

The wind moved through the trees.

Alexander continued.

“I look at you and see the strongest person in this forest.”

My heart skipped.

Just once.

Then he glanced at my stomach.

Something softer entered his expression.

“If you stay here…”

His voice lowered.

“You never have to worry about that child.”

I froze.

Alexander rarely talked about the baby.

Not directly.

Tonight he did.

He looked toward the moon.

Then back at me.

“I don’t care who the father is.”

My breath caught.

Alexander continued quietly.

“I don’t care where the child came from.”

The forest fell silent.

“If that baby is yours…”

His gaze softened.

“Then I’ll protect them like they’re my own.”

For a moment I forgot how to breathe.

Nobody had ever offered me something without asking for something in return.

Nobody.

Not even Ryder.

Especially not Ryder.

Alexander looked away first.

Almost embarrassed.

“I just thought you should know.”

My eyes stung unexpectedly.

And for the first time since leaving Silver Fang—

I realized something terrifying.

I was beginning to trust him.

And that might be far more dangerous than falling in love.