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chapter 70: a new dawn

作者: Diamond
last update 公開日: 2026-11-09 16:52:14

Elara's POV

The sun rose over Silver Moon territory like a blessing from the Moon Goddess herself.

I stood on the balcony of the pack house, my hands resting on the cold stone railing, and I watched the light spill across the land across the fields that had once been barren, across the villages that had once been empty, across the faces of the wolves who had once been afraid. The air was crisp and clean, carrying the scent of pine and frost and something else something that might have been hope
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  • The Luna he discarded    chapter 70: a new dawn

    Elara's POVThe sun rose over Silver Moon territory like a blessing from the Moon Goddess herself.I stood on the balcony of the pack house, my hands resting on the cold stone railing, and I watched the light spill across the land across the fields that had once been barren, across the villages that had once been empty, across the faces of the wolves who had once been afraid. The air was crisp and clean, carrying the scent of pine and frost and something else something that might have been hope.Below me, the courtyard was filling with wolves. Hundreds of them warriors and healers, servants and merchants, elders and children. They had come from every corner of the territory, drawn by the news that the war was over, that the tyrant was gone, that a new era was beginning.And they were looking up at me.I felt the weight of their gazes the hope, the trust, the desperate need for someone to lead them. I had spent so long being afraid, being broken, being nothing. And now, standing here o

  • The Luna he discarded    chapter 69: the trial of the tyrant

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  • The Luna he discarded    chapter 68: vanya's capture

    Elara's POVThe scouts returned just as the guards were dragging Julian toward the dungeons.I heard them,the sound of boots on stone, the clatter of chains, the high-pitched, furious screaming of a woman who was not used to being captured. I turned toward the doors of the great hall just as four Blood Moon scouts entered, dragging a kicking, screaming Vanya between them.She was a mess.Her dark hair was tangled and matted with leaves, her fine clothes torn and stained with mud and blood. Her hands were bound behind her back with iron cuffs, and her face was flushed with fury and fear. She was screaming?cursing, spitting, thrashing against the scouts' grip and she was carrying a heavy leather bag that clinked with the sound of gold."Let me go!" she shrieked. "Let me go, you filthy animals! I'm a noblewoman! I'm..”She stopped when she saw me.I stood at the foot of the dais, my silver pendant gleaming against my chest, my hands clasped in front of me. Kaelen stood beside me. And beh

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    Elara's POVJulian ran after me and clutched at my boots like a drowning man clinging to driftwood.His fingers dug into the leather, his nails scraping against the worn material, his breath coming in gasps. He was sobbing loud,sobs that shook his entire body and echoed through the empty hall. He pressed his forehead to the cold stone floor, his shoulders heaving, his voice rising in a broken, desperate plea."Please, Elara. Please. I'll do anything. I'll give you anything. Just please please don't leave me alone.""Julian," I said, my voice quiet but steady. "Let go of me."He didn't listen. He just held on tighter, his fingers digging into my boots, his sobs growing louder."Please," he wept. "Please, Elara. I know I don't deserve it. I know I don't deserve you. But I can change. I can be better. I can be the man you fell in love with. Please please give me another chance."I stepped back.His hands fell away from my boots, his fingers grasping at empty air. He looked up at me, his

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  • The Luna he discarded    chapter 65: March on silver moon

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