Semua Bab A Luna of Ice : Reborn for vengeance : Bab 181 - Bab 190

Tamara's POV I wandered through the packhouse, my footsteps heavy on the cold stone floor. The weight of everything that had happened, everything I had to do, pressed down on me, but as I walked past the rooms and halls, I started to see things differently. It was as if the Winter Pack, the pack that had once been my home, had changed in the months I’d been gone. There were new faces, more children, more life. It wasn’t the cold, sterile place I remembered; it had a warmth now, a sense of community. I stopped in front of the kitchen, watching as some of the pack members worked together to prepare the evening meal. The younger wolves were helping with the chores, and it struck me how calm everything felt, how coordinated it seemed. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of surprise. Jack had always been the type to keep the pack running under strict, harsh control, but now? It was different. The pack seemed well taken care of. Their needs were met, and they seemed content. It wasn’t the so

Tamara's POV I had spent the better part of the day avoiding Jack, but no matter how hard I tried to ignore him, he kept showing up in the most unexpected places. It was as if he couldn’t leave me alone, couldn’t stop trying to make amends for something that had already torn us apart. I had been walking through the training grounds when I saw him again—standing by the fence, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, his posture tense. "Tamara," he called softly as I walked past, his voice still carrying that familiar tone that I had once found comforting but now only stirred up painful feelings. "Please, just hear me out." I didn’t stop, but I did slow down, my feet dragging on the ground as I debated whether to face him or just keep walking. Part of me still wanted to shut him out. But another part—the part that couldn’t ignore the changes I had been seeing in him—told me to at least listen. I turned to face him. "What now, Jack?" I asked, keeping my voice even. "Haven’t

Tamara's POV It had been a few days since everything had unraveled—the truth about the war, Jack’s broken ties with Kate, and his newfound loyalty to me. Despite everything that had happened, there was something almost peaceful in knowing that Jack no longer wanted to be my enemy. He was determined to be better, to fix what he had broken. He was, in a strange way, proving himself, and I couldn't deny that I was starting to forgive him. “I swear, Tamara, I’ll never turn my back on you again,” Jack said, his voice thick with sincerity as he looked at me one evening in the training room. His eyes were full of regret, but there was a new fire in them—one I hadn’t seen before. “From now on, I’m loyal to you. I’ll fight by your side.” I nodded slowly, trying to process it all. A part of me wanted to keep holding onto the anger, to punish him for the years of betrayal, for everything he had done to me and my family. But deep down, I knew I couldn’t stay angry forever. He was trying to

Dante's POV I couldn’t stop thinking about her. My Tamara. I should’ve fought harder for her. Fuck! I messed up. I should’ve found a way to make things right between us, but instead, I had pulled away. I had let guilt consume me, thinking that distancing myself would protect her, would keep her safe from the chaos that surrounded me. But all it did was make me ache. I hadn’t heard from her in days, and I couldn’t bring myself to reach out. What was I supposed to say? How could I look her in the eye and pretend that I hadn’t been the one to push her away when all she had ever done was care for me? Yes I pushed her away to protect her but there were probably better ways to handle it. I was stupid, foolish, and now I was paying the price. The silence between us was deafening, and I felt like I was drowning in it. I took a deep breath and grabbed my phone. I had to know if she was okay. Adrian would know, right? He always seemed to be there for her, always willing to step

Tamara's POV I could barely breathe as Kate pressed the cold barrel of the gun against my temple, forcing me to drive through the dark roads toward the edge of the pack's territory. My hands trembled with fury on the steering wheel, and I fought to keep my voice steady. I couldn't fucking believe that I had let her trick me like this. "Kate, please, you don’t have to do this, i really dont want to hurt you," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "You should think of the consequences of your actions and we can find a way to work it out. We can make peace because I really don't want my sister's blood on my hands." I warned her. Kate laughed, the sound twisted and cruel. "Peace? You really are as foolish as I remember. You think I want peace? You’ve always been too soft, Tamara. Too kind. And that’s what I’ve always counted on." Her voice was cold, and I could hear the satisfaction in her tone. "You’ve never learned, have you?, you’re still too fucking naive." I gripped the steeri