THE LUNA WHO CONQUERED DEATH novel Chapter 21

THE LUNA WHO CONQUERED DEATH

Chapter 15: Breaking Point

The week crawled by like torture.

Every morning, I woke in Damien’s arms and pretended I belonged there. Every evening, I returned to his bed and let him hold me. Every moment in between, I planned his downfall.

By Friday, I was barely holding it together.

“You look exhausted,” Marcus said as we drove toward Seattle. He’d insisted on coming despite my protests, and I was grateful for it.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine. You’re sleeping beside a man who’s planning to kill you while pretending to reconcile with him. That’s the opposite of fine.”

I laughed, but it came out brittle. “When you put it that way, it does sound insane.”

“It is insane.” Marcus glanced at me. “How much longer can you keep this up?”

“Five weeks. Just five more weeks.”

“And then?”

“And then I stop pretending.”

We drove the rest of the way in silence, the city rising out of the morning fog like a promise of escape. Katherine’s apartment was in a converted warehouse in the industrial district, warded so heavily I could feel the magic from the street. She opened the door before we could knock.

“Come in. Quickly.”

The interior was half living space, half training facility. Mats covered one section, weapons lined the walls, and ancient symbols were painted on exposed brick.

Adrian was already there, leaning against a counter with coffee in hand. He straightened when he saw me. “Luna Sera.”

“Just Sera, please.”

“Sera.” The way he said my name felt intimate somehow. “Ready to work?”

“That’s why I’m here.”

Katherine gestured for Marcus to sit. “You can watch, but don’t interfere. What we’re about to do will be intense.”

“How intense?” Marcus asked warily.

“The kind that might break her,” Katherine’s storm–cloud eyes found mine. “Your powers are manifesting chaotically because you’re fighting them. You need to stop resisting and start controlling.”

“I don’t know how.”

“Then we teach you.” She moved to the center of the mat. “But fair warning: this is going to hurt. Powers manifest through strong emotion, and the fastest way to access them is through pain.”

My stomach twisted. “What kind of pain?”

“The kind you’ve already experienced. The kind that killed you.” Katherine’s voice was gentle but firm. “You need to relive your death, Sera. Not just remember it. Relive it. Feel every second. That’s where your power lives–in the moment you conquered death.”

“No.” The word came out instinctively, panicked. “I can’t.”

“You can. And you will.” Katherine extended her hand. “Trust me.”

I looked at Adrian. He nodded slightly, and something in his eyes steadied me.

I took Katherine’s hand.

The world dissolved.

I was falling.

Silver chains burned through my wrists, my throat, my ankles. The frozen river rushed up to meet me, black and merciless. I hit the water, and ice–cold pain exploded through every nerve.

I tried to scream. Water filled my lungs instead.

The mate bond shredded in my chest, tearing through muscle and bone and something deeper than flesh Each broken thread was agony, pure and absolute.

You’re dying, my wolf whimpered. We’re dying again.

But this time, I didn’t fight it.

This time, I reached for it.

I grabbed the pain, the betrayal, the rage, the absolute fucking injustice of being murdered by someone

who’d promised to love me. I pulled it all into myself, let it fill me up until I thought I’d burst.

And then I pushed.

Power exploded out of me like a bomb.

I came back to consciousness on the mat, silver light crackling around my hands. Katherine was on one side, Adrian on the other, both watching me with intense focus.

Marcus stood across the room, his eyes wide with shock.

“What.. what happened?”

“You accessed your core power,” Katherine said, breathing hard. She looked drained, like whatever she’d done to trigger the memory had cost her. “How do you feel?”

“Angry.” My voice didn’t sound like mine. It was deeper, resonant with power. “I feel furious.”

“Good. Hold onto that.” Katherine stood, offering me her hand. “Now we learn control.”

The next four hours were brutal.

Katherine taught me to channel the power instead of letting it explode. To pull it inward when I need strength, push it outward when I needed force. To use emotion as fuel without letting it control me.

I shattered three training dummies. Cracked the concrete floor. Nearly set the apartment on fire. By the time we stopped, I was drenched in sweat, shaking with exhaustion, and absolutely exhilarated. “Better,” Katherine said. “Not great, but better. You’re not ready for a full confrontation yet, but you’re getting there.”

“How much time do I need?”

“Ideally? Three months. Realistically?” She looked at Adrian. “What do you think?”

“She’ll be ready when she needs to be.” Adrian had been watching the entire session with that unsettling intensity. “Fear is a powerful motivator.”

“Fear isn’t enough,” I said. “I need to be strong enough to survive.”

“You are.” He moved closer, and my wolf stirred. “You’ve already survived death once. You’ll do it again.” “How can you be so sure?”

“Because I’ve seen what you’re capable of.” His ice–blue eyes held mine. “And because I won’t let you die.” The air between us felt charged. Dangerous.

Marcus cleared his throat. “It’s getting late. We should head back before Damien gets suspicious.”

Right. Damien. My fake mate who was planning my murder.

Reality crashed back down.

Katherine walked us to the door. “Practice what I taught you. Every day. And Sera?” She gripped my shoulders. “When the time comes, don’t hesitate. Hesitation gets you killed.”

“I won’t hesitate.”

“Good. Because they certainly won’t.”

In the car, Marcus was quiet for the first twenty miles.

Finally: “You’re terrifying.”

“Is that bad?”

“No. It’s perfect. He glanced at me. “But Sera, that much power… it changes people. Don’t lose yourself in

it.”

“I won’t.”

“Promise me.”

“I promise.”

We drove through the night, and I watched the city lights give way to `darkness, to trees, to the territory where my would–be murderer was probably already asleep in our bed, waiting for me to crawl back in beside him.

Five more weeks.

Five more weeks of pretending.

Five more weeks until I stopped being the victim and became something else entirely.

My phone buzzed. Damien.

Damien: Where are you? It’s late.

Me: Vendor meeting ran long. Traffic on the way back. Be home soon.

Damien: Drive safe. I love you.

I stared at those three words. I love you. The lie he told so easily, so automatically, probably not even conscious it was a lie anymore.

Me: Love you too.

Another lie. Another piece of the game.

But soon, the game would be over.

And only one of us would be left standing.

I arrived at the Pack House after midnight. Damien was still awake, waiting in our bedroom.

“I was worried,” he said, pulling me into his arms. The artificial bond hummed with manufactured affection.

“I’m fine. Just exhausted.”

“Come to bed.” He led me to the bathroom. “I’ll bath you. You look like you need it.”

While the water ran, I caught my reflection in the mirror. My eyes looked different. Harder. There was something predatory in my expression now, something that hadn’t been there before.

I was changing.

Becoming what I needed to be.

You conquered death once, I told my reflection. Now you conquer everything else.

TO BE CONTINUED

D Dewumi Ezekiel

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