THE LUNA HE THREW AWAY

The Price of a Seat

The forest didn’t care that I was shaking.

I’d been running for ten minutes, or maybe it was more or less. Time felt strange since the Hall. The trees didn’t slow down for me. They just kept coming, dark and close, their branches scraping my arms and the hem of my mother’s ruined dress. Mud tugged at my shoes with every step, almost like it wanted to decide for me. Go back. Sink down. Stop.

I kept moving.

The power that had filled the Hall was gone. Whatever that force was, the one that made a thousand wolves kneel, it had pulled back into the deep, leaving me hollow, cold, and painfully human. For a moment in that room, it had felt like a river bursting through my veins, moonlight burning just under my skin, humming with a language older than words. Now, it was just absence, a shadow where something wild and ancient had been. My lungs burned. My ankles felt rooted to the ground. The locket Jax gave me knocked against my collarbone with every step, and I clung to its sound like a heartbeat. Keep going. Keep going. Keep going.

My lungs burned until the lights of Thornridge faded to a faint orange glow in the distance. I reached the edge of the ravine, the boundary of the Old Growth. The air here was different. It was thick, smelling of rot and old magic.

I stopped at the edge of the drop-off, gasping for air, and that’s when I heard it.

The sound of a single, heavy footfall on a dry branch.

I spun around, holding out my knife, the one Jax gave me also, with a trembling hand.

A man stepped out from the shadows, a man, not a wolf. Not a normal one, either. He was taller than Kael. His skin was pale as bone, covered in jagged black tattoos that seemed to move. His eyes weren’t gold or blue. They were silver, like the moon.

"Well, look who finally makes it to the edge," he rasped. "Thought you’d never get here."

"Don’t come closer," I snapped, letting my eyes burn.

The man paused, his head tilting to the side. He inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring. A slow, terrifying smile spread across his face.

"You reek of Kael Thornridge’s mistake," he sneered. "But you feel like something ancient."

He took a step forward, and I realized he wasn't alone. Shadows slipped through the trees behind him, their shapes huge and twisted, their eyes glowing with hungry intent. He stopped just at the edge of the little circle of moonlight around me.

"Come to the Old Growth, Luna," he jeered, sweeping a low, mocking bow. "Dinner’s about to be served. Pity you’re the main course."

Behind me, the howling of Kael’s pack echoed through the woods, closer now.

Trapped between the man who broke my heart and the monsters who wanted to eat it, I realized he didn’t just stand there. He owned the shadows.

He leaned against a knotted oak, waiting like someone who’d missed an appointment. His silver eyes studied me, looking past my ruined blue dress and into the frantic thing pacing behind my ribs. I tightened my hold on the kitchen knife. "I'm nobody’s meal."

The silver-eyed man let out a dry laugh. "That’s what rabbits think, right up until they’re caught. But you? You’re trouble. Royal rejection always draws fire and silver."

He stepped fully into the moonlight. Up close, the black tattoos on his skin weren’t just ink; they moved. They spiraled around his forearms like smoke, shifting with his pulse.

He wasn’t just an Exile. He was something else, something the pack didn’t even have a name for. They were too busy pretending people like him didn’t exist.

"Who are you?" I asked, trying to find that growl I’d used in the Hall.

It was gone. My wolf had retreated into the cellar of my mind, satisfied with having wrecked the party and leaving me to handle the cleanup.

"A ghost with better reflexes," he said, eyeing my knife. "Put it away, before you hurt yourself. I’m Fen, and right now, I’m the only reason you’re not Alpha prey."

As if on cue, a long, mournful howl ripped through the trees behind us. It was Kael’s signal, the 'Find and Secure' call. He was close. Close enough that I could almost feel the phantom tug of the bond, that ragged string trying to pull me back to the man who’d just called me a soft mistake.

Fen c****d his head. "Desperate, that one. Our fearless leader’s unraveling."

"He's not my leader," I snapped.

"Good. Keep it that way." He tossed the words over his shoulder. "Move it, Luna, or don’t. Dead weight talks less."

I didn't have a choice. I could hear the brush breaking a few hundred yards back, the heavy, rhythmic thud of shifted wolves. Kael’s elite guard. If they caught me, I’d be in a Silver Cell before sunrise, poked and prodded like a lab rat until they figured out why I’d made the pack kneel.

There was nowhere else to go, so I followed Fen into the Old Growth, leaving behind any hope of familiar ground. Inside, the forest didn't just feel old; it felt alive. Trees loomed, thick with moss that felt like velvet and smelled like wet iron. Every few steps, the ground turned to black, oily sludge that tried to swallow my shoes. My dress was a lost cause, the hem shredded and the deep blue stained with filth. Strangely, I didn't care. The more it tore, the more I felt like I was shedding a skin that never fit anyway. "So, why help me?" I asked, tripping over a root and barely catching myself. "Exiles don't do charity. At least, that's what the Elders say."

Fen barely glanced over his shoulder, something unreadable flickering at the edge of his mouth. "Maybe I like doing the unexpected. Or maybe your story and mine aren't so different after all." For a split second, it seemed like he might say more, but he just pushed deeper into the shadows.

"Elders talk too much," Fen called back. "And they’re wrong. How’d that myth work tonight?"

I went quiet. Kael’s shocked, fearful face flashed in my mind. I didn’t know what happened. I’d just felt everything.....every slight, every look from Serena, until it all spilled over.

Spilled over? Honey, you flooded the basement." Fen stopped at the edge of a stagnant pool of water. He turned around, his silver eyes glowing with a sudden, sharp intensity. "You didn't just project dominance. You claimed the room. That’s an Alpha-Born trait, but you don’t have the bloodline for it.

Alpha-Born are the children of true Alphas, bred for power and command. Their blood carries authority recognized by every wolf; that is what makes other wolves submit, whether they want to or not. Only the direct descendants of Alpha lines are supposed to have that gift. Your father was an Omega, the lowest in the hierarchy, and your mother is a seamstress from a line with nothing to do with the Moon’s favor. By the order of things, you shouldn't be able to make anyone bow. Yet here you are."

"I know what my family is," I said, my voice hardening.

"Really? The Moon doesn’t give power to omegas unless something’s owed or a crown is involved." He leaned in, voice low. "Kael thinks you’re a runaway mate. He’s chasing his own replacement."

I barely had time to process Fen’s words before a shadow exploded from the trees to our right. It was a wolf, but something was wrong. It was too big. Its fur was patchy and matted. Its eyes were a milky, sightless white, a Feral. A wolf that had lost its human half to the madness of the Old Growth. It lunged for my throat with a wet, guttural snarl.