เข้าสู่ระบบCiara's POV•• Epilogue ••Weeks had passed since the Crimson Moon Trial.The world was quieter now, but it wasn't silent. It was simply still. Peace had returned slowly and hesitantly, but it was real.BlackThorn was being rebuilt, its walls repaired not only with stone and labor, but with trust.As I sat in what had once been King Donovan's study, now belonging to Daryl, I went through the old laws that had demanded obedience. Beside them lay the new ones Daryl and I had created, laws founded on unity rather than fear.I placed the scroll on the table and rose, walking toward the window. Outside, witches and wolves trained together on the eastern grounds while, farther beyond them, vampiric envoys exchanged knowledge instead of threats.The world hadn't changed overnight.But it was changing.I left Daryl's study and headed into the courtyard for a stroll. There, I found a group of young wolves gathered in a half-circle, their hands outstretched as Elder Syra guided them through the
Ciara's POVI told them I was ready to make my choice.The night had already bled into dawn, and the sky was still trembling from the storm that had raged through it, streaked with silver clouds and threads of fading crimson.The sacred grounds were quiet now, eerily so after the chaos of the Moon's Trial. The earth beneath my bare feet was scorched in places, but it was still alive, humming faintly with the magic that continued to emanate from me.The moon had gone down, leaving the first light of morning to spill over the gathering. The circle that had once been carved for judgment now pulsed like something reborn. Around me, wolves, witches, and vampires either stood or knelt in silence, their gazes fixed on me.The balance had shifted.And I was at the center of it.Elder Erya's voice, still hoarse from the night's upheaval, broke the stillness."By decree of the Council, witnessed by moon and dawn alike, the time for decision has come. Ciara of Lunara's blood, make your choice."
Daryl's POVI wasn't even sure what was happening anymore. Honestly, I don't think I had understood what was happening from the start.One moment, I was standing among the wolves with Damon on my left, watching Ciara go through the Will Trial. The next, she was enduring such unbearable pain that I couldn't simply stand back and watch, so I rushed toward her despite the danger.The danger wasn't Ciara.It was the event itself.The crowd gasped as blinding light filled the circle. For a moment, time seemed to fracture, and I saw things I couldn't explain, snatches of the future or perhaps the past, woven together through light and sound.I saw wolves standing beside witches. Vampires guarding the same sacred borders they had once raided. The moon was white again, shining pure silver instead of crimson.And at the center of it all stood Ciara.Not as a Luna. Not as a witch. Not as a wolf.She was the bridge between them all, the living embodiment of balance.When the vision faded, the ea
Daryl's POVThe sacred grounds had never felt this alive.Every blade of grass and every stone within the circle seemed to hum with anticipation. The air tasted of ozone and blood, like a storm waiting to break. Above us, the moon was full, enormous, and burning red, its light casting everything in shades of gold and scarlet.And at the center of it all was Ciara.Her silver and ash robe fluttered in the night wind, her bare feet pressing into the soil that glowed faintly beneath the carved runes. The circle pulsed beneath her as though it recognized her presence and the power she had become.Elder Erya raised his staff."Let the Moon's Trial begin. Let her will be measured against power, pain, and truth. Let balance be proven or broken."My heart pounded as I stood among the wolves, every muscle in my body coiled tight. Damon was to my left, his arms crossed and his jaw set in quiet fury. Neither of us spoke. We couldn't. Even the air itself seemed to demand silence.Elder Erya turne
Ciara's POVThey called it the Moon Decree, but it felt like a funeral.The full moon hung blood-red above the sacred grounds, and the air itself trembled with power, fear, and something older than either. Every faction had come: wolves, witches, and vampires.From where I stood at the entrance to the ceremonial grounds, one hand resting against the cold stone wall, I could hear their murmurs. Voices came from every corner, whispering my name like a curse, a prophecy, or both."She's the hybrid.""She'll choose Daryl.""No, Damon. She always loved the darker one.""She'll doom us all."I looked out at the ceremonial grounds and felt the earth pulse beneath my feet. Ancient sigils had been etched into the ground, shimmering faintly beneath the moonlight. The crimson glow painted everything in shades of blood, but what I hadn't expected was for the moon itself to be red."Are you ready?" Elder Syra's voice came softly beside me.I turned and found her watching me, her expression unreada
Damon's POVI'd been walking for hours, long after Ciara had walked away from me and long after Daryl's last punch had stopped aching in my jaw.The forest was silent except for the low, ragged sound of my own breathing. The pack borders stretched behind me like a line I could never quite cross. It felt like home, prison, and memory all at once.I didn't even know where I was going at that hour. Maybe I was headed nowhere. Maybe I was simply headed somewhere she wasn't.Moonlight bled through the trees, staining the forest floor silver. Every sound seemed louder in the emptiness, from the distant hoot of an owl to the rustle of leaves and the steady, insistent heartbeat of guilt pulsing through my veins.You did this again, I thought bitterly. You turned love into war.I eventually found a fallen log and sat down, resting my elbows on my knees as I stared at the dirt. The night air was sharp, cutting through the haze in my head.For the first time in years, I had nothing left to fight
Chapter 62:Luna Eleanor's POVThe council chamber was stinking of incense and stale self-importance.The elders sat on their carved stools as fire torch lights painted deep lines across their wrinkled faces.They had gathered here at
Chapter 33: The Alpha's offer. Ciara’s POV~~~Oh shit!I cursed under my breath as Lyra opened the double doors to the Solarium and stepped aside. .Leave, Ciara! My mind screamed, but my feet refused to obey. I swallowed hard as my eyes settled on King Donovan. The sunlight poured through the
Chapter 32: God, Help me!Ciara’s POV“Hmm…” a soft moan escaped my lips as I gripped my sheets tightly. They cling to my skin, carrying the traces of last night. My eyes squeezed shut as my body throbbed with a dull ache. It wasn't the kind of ache that would make one think of love or passion. No
Chapter 18Ciara’s POVAs I stormed away from Damon, my footsteps echoed against the cold marble floor of the palace hallway.“Ciara!” I heard him call in a loud voice behind me.I glanced back at him. He was by the doorway of the room I had just walked out of, his hands resting on his waist as he







