His Unwanted Exile Becomes The True Luna

Chapter 6

Word Count: 725 | Released on: 30/04/2026

arry Rampart. The suspended wooden walkway groaned under our boots, its rusted ir

r Knox. Kaelen's presence was suffocating, a dark, predatory storm wrapped in a heavy winter coat.

when I

promised. The wood was dark with rot, and the permafrost shift had complete

ut!" I s

ered with the sickening crack of

massive arms wrapped around me like a vice, shielding my body with his own as we plummeted into the dar

pitch-black crevice formed by

eel every rigid line of his body. Dust and ice rained down on us. My survival inst

his neck to find a handhold on the rock behind him. My hair

ping us. A low, vibrating growl rumbled deep in his chest, vibrating against my own ribs. His heart was hammering vi

ice steady. "We're in a triangular stable space. If you

sharply, his body trembling slight

Sunlight pierced the gloom. Mason and Alistair were tearing at the debris with fr

immediately marched to the edge of the crater, my

oice cutting through the stunned silence of the gathering Warriors. "The permafrost shift the

stared at me,

, his ice-blue eyes were locked onto me with a sharp, piercing intensity. He wasn't looking at a pat

forward, my hand instinctively shooting out and planting firmly on Kaelen's dar

hear everything over the howling wind, but the B

a smirk playing on his lips. "Tossing a brilliant little *wolfless* righ

m* hung in the

o intense that the surrounding Warriors instinctively took a step back. I stood frozen, my hand s

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His Unwanted Exile Becomes The True Luna

Norrra Werewolf

“I woke up in a freezing exile wagon as Elara Vance, the only "wolfless" member of a disgraced werewolf family. We were thrown out into the brutal Frostfang Wilds to die. The ruthless Alpha of the Black Moon Pack, Kaelen Blackwood, took one look at my fragile body and assigned us a rotting, splintered hovel at the edge of the camp-a deliberate execution to weed out the weak. My father was a broken, catatonic Alpha waiting for the end. My starving mother wept as she tried to force her last frozen crumb of food between my blue lips, while my brothers used their own battered bodies to shield me from the howling blizzard. The Luna Queen who exiled us expected us to perish quietly in the snow. The other warriors mocked us, waiting for the cold to claim our lives so they could strip our corpses. "She's lost to the cold madness!" my mother shrieked when I began clawing at the ice with my bare, bleeding hands. They all looked at me with pity and disgust, thinking my lack of an inner wolf made me a useless burden. They treated me like a fragile piece of glass destined to shatter in this frozen hell. But they didn't know a modern engineer's soul now lived inside this fragile shell. I didn't need claws or fangs to survive. I picked up a jagged stone, smashed the permafrost, and decided to build my own fortress. This wasn't an exile; it was my new beginning.”