Semua Bab A Luna of Ice : Reborn for vengeance : Bab 641 - Bab 647

IVONNE’S POVWhat the fuck did they just say?!The air in the hall feels like it’s made of glass — one wrong move and everything shatters. Hector is still on the floor beside me, breathing like every inhale is a war he might lose. His blood is drying on my hands, tacky, warm, terrifying. The Veil of Teeth hover near the dais like a storm given shape: tall silhouettes made of swirling shadow and polished bone, jaws carved along their edges like ornaments.My heart is still sprinting from the moment they spoke — but something hotter, sharper, is clawing up my ribs now.Fury.“I said What the fuck did you just say?” I snarl before I even realize I'm talking. My voice ricochets through the hall. “Say it again. I dare you.”A ripple of whispers moves through the crowd like a breeze. Marcellus raises his head slowly, brows arched, like he's trying not to enjoy this too much. Elara is crying silently into her sleeve, pale as snow. Viera has Hector’s head propped in her lap, trying not to sha

IVONNE’S POVI blink at the familiar voice as, the white haze around me dissolves like mist over a river at dawn.My body feels heavy, but not in the way of exhaustion. More like… weightless, like I’m floating in a dream. I turn, half-expecting to see Hector’s bloodied face—or someone, anyone i know—standing behind me.Instead, I freeze.Because A figure stands there. But its Not my mother. Not any other person I recognize. Instead, it’s me.Or at least, a version of me. But this version glows. Golden, ethereal clothes drape her like sunlight, shimmering with an energy I can’t describe. Her hair is the same as mine, but brighter, with strands that seem to move as if alive. And her eyes… silver. Pure, molten silver.I step back, wobbling. “Wha… what—who are you? Are… are you me?”She tilts her head, a smile that’s equal parts cruel and teasing curling her lips. “Who knows? Are you dead?”My stomach lurches. “Dead?!”She laughs, the sound ringing like wind chimes in a storm. “Relax, I’

IVONNE’S POVWhen it started getting dark, Hector led me back to the palace, and I couldn’t help but marvel at how different everything felt. Even though we’d been here before, today the place seemed warmer, softer somehow. The corridors were quiet, but the air hummed with… respect?We reached our room, and he ushered me inside. A light dinner had been prepared—bread, fruits, cheese, and some honeyed meat. It wasn’t fancy, but it looked inviting, and for the first time in what felt like ages, I didn’t care about appearances.As I stepped in, I noticed something odd. The Lycans—those who usually eyed me with suspicion or outright hostility—were bowing as we passed. Their expressions weren’t wary or jealous; they were smiling. Even a few bowed very low respectfully as if acknowledging something I had done.I stopped in my tracks, confused. “Hector… why are they… smiling at me? and Bowing so low?”He smiled, leaning down to kiss my forehead. “Stories of what you did have spread, Ivonne.

3rd povElder Marcellus moved like a shadow under the pale glow of the moon, his heart hammering in his chest. Every step was calculated, silent, careful not to scrape a stone or knock over a stray object that might give him away. The corridors of the Lycan realm were quiet, save for the occasional distant snore or shuffle from a guard, but he knew better than to trust the night. Hector’s vigilance had tightened after Ivonne’s ordeal; guards patrolled more often, more strategically, and it made even a simple stroll treacherous.Marcellus’s palms were slick with sweat as he pressed himself against the cool stone walls, darting a glance down the hall. A guard’s shadow stretched across the corridor ahead.Damn it.He froze, holding his breath, and timed his movement with the guard’s passing. The sentry’s eyes scanned methodically, but Marcellus let his noble rank shine through—subtle gestures, a tilt of his head, a feigned calm. The guard hesitated, recognition flickering, and then with