บททั้งหมดของ EMBRACING THE FORSAKEN LUNA: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

I stood on the edge of Silverwood, staring out into the darkened horizon. The air was thick with tension, every breath I took feeling heavier than the last. The storm had receded, but the ominous energy it left behind lingered, a constant reminder of the battle that was about to come. My fingers tightened around the hilt of my blade, the cold metal grounding me, keeping me focused.Beside me, Isaac scanned the treeline, his eyes narrowed in concentration. “They’re out there,” he muttered, his voice low. “I can feel it.”“We all can,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. The anticipation was suffocating, each second stretching out into an eternity as we waited for the first sign of the attack. It was coming—there was no doubt about that. The only question was when.“They’re going to hit us hard,” came another voice. Talia stepped up beside us, her expression grim. “We need to be ready.”“We are ready,” I said, more for my own reassurance than anything else. But even as I spok

The darkness pressed in around us, thick and suffocating. The true enemy had finally revealed themselves, and I could feel the weight of their power bearing down on me. Every instinct screamed at me to fight, to protect my pack, but fear gnawed at the edges of my resolve. I tightened my grip on my blade, feeling the cool metal ground me.But before I could act, a flicker of movement caught my eye. Shadows shifted in the periphery, and suddenly, the night was alive with new figures emerging from the darkness. At first, I thought they were more enemies—more pawns in the twisted game this unseen force had been playing. But as they stepped into the dim light, I realized they weren’t here to attack.They were here to help.A tall, imposing figure led the group, his presence commanding. He moved with a fluid grace, his sharp features illuminated by the faint glow of the moon. He was not one of us—I could tell that much from the way he carried himself, from the way his eyes gleamed wi

My chest heaved as I staggered back, wiping blood and sweat from my brow. The battle had raged on, fierce and unrelenting, but it wasn’t just the chaos outside that worried me—it was the growing sense that we were missing something crucial, something that could be our undoing.“You can’t keep up, Sera,” the silver-haired woman taunted, circling me like a predator waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Her blade gleamed in the dim light, slick with blood that could have easily been mine.“I’m not done yet,” I snarled back, forcing myself to ignore the fatigue threatening to slow me down. I couldn’t afford to show weakness. Not now.A low growl rumbled from behind me—Damon, keeping an eye on the fight while defending our flank from another wave of attackers. We were outnumbered, outgunned, and outmaneuvered, but that wasn’t what gnawed at my gut. It was the nagging suspicion that the worst was yet to come.I lunged at the woman, feinting left and swinging my blade toward her side,

The sun was beginning to set, casting long, desperate shadows over Silverwood as we rallied together for what felt like the hundredth time today. But this time was different. This time, it was personal. My brothers were somewhere under that pile of rubble, and I would tear the earth apart to find them.“Move quickly! Every second counts!” My voice cut through the chaos as I directed the rescue teams. The tremors had finally subsided, but the battle raged on around us, and we were racing against time.Damon and I had already gathered our best diggers—wolves with strength and stamina to match their loyalty. They’d been through hell with me, and I trusted them with my life, but this task... this was something else entirely. "Sera, we need to start here," Damon said, pointing to a section where the rubble was less compact. "We have a better chance of reaching them if we dig from this angle."I nodded, already moving to help clear debris. Every piece we lifted felt like it weighed a ton,

I froze, every muscle in my body tensing as the voice I hadn’t heard in years called my name.“Sera.”I turned slowly, dread pooling in my stomach. The shadows shifted, and out stepped a figure I had long buried in the darkest recesses of my memory.“Father?” The word came out as a breath, barely audible. My heart pounded, a mix of shock and disbelief flooding my senses. “How… how are you alive?”He stood there, tall and imposing, just as I remembered him—except now, there was something else, something darker etched into the lines of his face. His eyes, once warm and full of life, were cold, calculating.“Surprised?” His voice was smooth, almost gentle, but there was an edge to it that sent chills down my spine. “You shouldn’t be. Did you really think I was gone for good?”“I watched you die,” I whispered, the memory of that night flashing before my eyes. The blood, the screams, the fire. I had been so sure…“Yes, you did.” His lips curled into a bitter smile. “But death, my dear Sera