Lahat ng Kabanata ng Luna's Revenge: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

AilithThe Crimson Moon hung low in the sky, its blood-red light casting an ominous glow across the Whispering Woods. I stood at the edge of the Moonstone Clearing, my hands trembling as I gripped the enchanted silver pendant that marked me as Luna. The forest - once my sanctuary - now seemed to close in around me, the ancient trees groaning with foreboding.Kael had called an emergency pack gathering, and the air crackled with tension. My mate, my Alpha, the man I had loved for over a decade... and the one whose gaze now chilled me to my core."Ailith?" Lena's voice, barely a whisper, made me flinch. My childhood friend emerged from the shadows, her eyes wide with concern. The intricate pack-bond tattoos on her arms pulsed with a faint blue light, reflecting her unease. "What's happening? Why did Kael summon the Bloodmoon Council?"I opened my mouth to respond, but the words stuck in my throat. How could I explain the coldness that had seeped into Kael's eyes? The hushed conversations

GarrickThe crackling fire cast dancing shadows across the rough-hewn walls of my small cabin. Outside, the wind whistled through the pines, carrying with it the promise of another storm. I stood at the large window in my tiny office, my gaze drawn to the distant silhouette of the Frostpeak Range. Those jagged peaks, barely visible on the horizon, were a constant reminder of the responsibilities I'd left behind.I flexed my fingers, feeling the familiar tingle of magic coursing beneath my skin. The power of the Ice Wolves was both a blessing and a curse, setting us apart from other shifters and isolating us from the world beyond our mountain home. It was that isolation, and the weight of leadership, that had driven me to seek refuge in this remote cabin, at the far edge of my pack's territory."You can't run forever, Garrick," Sin's voice echoed in my memory. My beta's stormy gray eyes had been filled with concern as she'd confronted me before I left. "The pack needs you. We can't fac

AilithThe days that followed blurred together in a haze of quiet routine and cautious conversation. Garrick's cabin became a sanctuary, a place where time seemed to slow and the weight of my past eased, if only slightly.Each morning, I'd wake to the smell of coffee and woodsmoke. Garrick was always up before me, moving about the cabin with a quiet efficiency that spoke of years of solitude. At first, I felt like an intruder in his space, but he had a way of making me feel at ease without ever pushing for more than I was ready to give.On the third day, I found myself helping him chop wood for the fireplace. The rhythmic thunk of the axe and the crisp mountain air cleared my head in a way nothing else had since my arrival."You're pretty good at that," Garrick commented, a hint of admiration in his deep voice.I paused, wiping sweat from my brow. "Thanks. I used to help my fa-" I cut myself off, the memory of my pack still too raw.Garrick nodded, understanding in his golden eyes. He

The fire crackled softly as I sat in my chair recalling the way the glow had played over the soft lines of Ailith's face. I had been unable to tear my eyes away. I had peeked in on her a while ago and even in slumber, her face held a mixture of strength and vulnerability that stirred something primal within me.What little she had shared before exhaustion claimed her again only deepened the mystery surrounding her. She spoke of loss, of fleeing from a past she couldn't face. But there was more, I was certain of it. The way she held herself, the flashes of steel in her eyes – this was no ordinary woman running from ordinary troubles.My wolf paced restlessly within me, equally fascinated and confused by her presence. Her scent was... perplexing. There was an undercurrent of something wild, something that reminded me of pack, but it was muted, as if hidden beneath layers of humanity. It made no sense. Either she was wolf or she wasn't, yet Ailith seemed to exist in some impossible space

GarrickThe soft, rhythmic breathing of Ailith filled the cabin as she slept. I stood by the window, watching the swirling snow outside, my mind racing. Our conversation had yielded little, her walls still firmly in place despite my attempts to coax them down. Who was she running from? What danger could be so great that she'd risk death in a blizzard to escape it?I rubbed my temples, feeling the beginnings of a headache. The wolf within me paced restlessly, torn between protectiveness towards this mysterious woman and frustration at her stubborn silence.A flicker of movement in the trees caught my eye. I tensed, focusing my enhanced vision on the forest's edge. There – a flash of gray fur between the pines. Cracking open the front door, my nostrils flared, searching for information, catching a familiar scent on the wind."Damn it, Sin," I muttered, clenching my fists.With a last glance at Ailith's sleeping form on the couch, I shrugged on my heavy coat and stepped out into the bitin