Semua Bab Alpha's Regret: Chasing My Forsaken Luna: Bab 191 - Bab 199

RAVEN'S POVThe courtyard was alive with music and cheer. Lanterns swayed from wooden posts, casting soft golden circles on the ground and smoke curled lazily from the fire pits, carrying the scent of roasting meat and herbs that made my stomach rumble.Children darted between adults, their laughter bubbling over like bright, careless notes in the cool evening air. Somewhere, a lute strummed softly from the side, adding that much needed flare to an already perfect night.Logan stood near the center, his tall frame easy to spot even from the edges of the gathering. He raised a cup high above his head, catching the firelight in a way that made him glow as if he belonged to the flames themselves.“To life,” he called, his deep voice carrying over the crowd. “To the moments we still get to fight for, and the moments we simply get to breathe. Tonight, we celebrate life.”A cheer rose immediately, from Bithrons and pack members, and my chest eased with warmth. A warmth I felt even in my bon

AELLA'S POV The training grounds were noisier than usual, full of clashing swords, shouted instructions, and the hum of soldiers working through drills. I leaned against the fence, arms crossed, watching Zade as he sparred with one of the newer recruits. Or, more accurately, pretending to spar. He moved with an over-exaggerated deliberation that made me testy and impatient.And even after I told him to go harder, he continued with the same practiced strikes, almost like he was giving the recruit time to defend themselves.“That's not how a real fight works!” I told him.“Well this isn't a real fight,” Zade replied, winking at me.I rolled my eyes, trying to hide the smile tugging at my lips. He caught my glance again and grinned, and I could feel our bond burn brighter within me.It was surreal that the tension that had fueled so many arguments between us, so many “you can’t be serious” moments, was no longer just annoyance. It had shifted, shockingly at first, into something warm

LOGAN'S POV The council’s new chambers smelled of old wood, waxed floors, and the faint tang of iron from the swords and daggers lining the walls. I stood at the head of the long table, the air thick with anticipation, if not outright tension. Every council member was there, seated in the usual semicircle, their eyes narrow, brows drawn, lips pressed into the kind of lines that told me they had already decided they didn’t like me today.“Logan,” Egan began, leaning forward, fingers steepled. “We need clarity. The settlers…you’ve allowed them to stay indefinitely?”I let the silence stretch for a moment before nodding calmly. “Yes. Until they decide to leave, that is.”A collective groan filled the room. The older members exchanged worried glances, muttering under their breath. I ignored the buzzing murmurs, letting them stew.“Indefinitely?” another voice, harsher this time, demanded. “Do you understand the precedent you’re setting? Packs don’t just allow outsiders to take up resid

RAVEN'S POV The morning of the battle tasted like iron.Not just on my tongue no, the metallic sting lived in the air itself, in the breaths of every warrior who passed me, in the wind that cut through the battlefield tents, sending a chill through the camp.Wounded men hurried past and out of the infirmary tent with bandages, and salves, while I worked stiffly and swiftly to control bleedings and wash up wounds so they healed properly.I kept my hands busy even as exhaustion began to steal over me. Not just because I wanted to, but because I had to. Aella stood to my right, sleeves already stained up to her elbows. Alison moved between cots, muttering soft encouragements to whichever soldier needed it most.I’d always known she was stern, but I’d never realized she could be so gentle.“Raven,” Aella called without looking up, handing me another strip of cloth. “Hold this one down. He’s bleeding through.”I pressed the cloth to the warrior’s abdomen, ignoring the way his jaw clenche