His Unwanted Exile Becomes The True Luna

Chapter 8

Word Count: 699 | Released on: 30/04/2026

Frostbite Creek-another desperate exile slipping on the treacherous ice. I stared at our empty water

on and Finn. "

gging into the frozen earth for it was considered impossible, even blasphemous. But Mason didn't question me. He grabbed the new iron shovel and attacked the permafrost with brutal,

ered around our muddy pit i

d," a gaunt woman muttered, her vo

or scoffed. "The whole Va

n had cleared. At the edge of the crowd, Beta Alistair Knox stood with his arms crossed. He looked

g, skeletal shadows over the snow, t

with anticipation and ready mockery. I stepped up to the makeshif

eak

hollow groan of wood

ker of disappointment in Finn's eyes. Gritting my teeth, I threw my ent

ough the log. A wet, sucking gasp e

ploded from the spout, splashing violen

ed into a deafening, stunned silence. Jaws dropped. Eyes widened

ned in sheer awe before he threw his head back and let out a reso

ed on worship. "She did it!" Alistair roared to the stunned c

*. Though I couldn't hear the psychic connection, his lips moved in a breathless, ecstatic whisper before he fully cl

ng her hands in prayer. Mason and Finn beame

's muddy now," I said, my voice steady and clear. "But if we layer crushed

filled with a desperate, burning gratitude. In the span of a single da

first tomorrow morning, my gaze caught a few hardened warriors at the back of the crowd. Their eyes we

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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.”