Luna's Son
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Ongoing, First published Jun 05, 2026

The narrative traces a hardened protector’s grim duty. Five years after saving a Luna from danger, ‘Night’ finds herself bound to the Luna’s son, Ethan, following the Luna’s death at the hands of rogue wolves. These chapters reveal a tense dynamic between Night and Ethan, fueled by his resentment. As they navigate a dangerous world, Davina and Ethan plan a desperate heist for funds, shadowed by Davina’s secret intentions. Their journey leads them to Silvermoon territory, where a staged ambush and a powerful Alpha King threaten to unravel their carefully laid plans, and claim Night as his own.
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