Lahat ng Kabanata ng Revenge Of The Reborn Luna: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

GWENThe air around me was still, almost unnaturally so. The silence was deafening, yet the environment itself was serene—an endless meadow stretching as far as my eyes could see, the grass swaying gently despite the lack of wind. The sky above was painted in soft hues of lavender and gold, the kind of peaceful beauty that could easily lull someone into calmness. But not me. My heart raced, and unease settled deep within me like an anchor. I was scared—scared and agitated for reasons I couldn’t explain.I clutched at my arms, pacing aimlessly, the soft grass brushing against my bare feet. “Where am I?” I whispered to no one in particular. My voice trembled, swallowed by the vast emptiness around me.Then, like the soft glow of moonlight piercing through the darkest night, she appeared. Selene. The Moon Goddess herself.Her presence was overwhelming, yet calming all at once. She stood before me, radiant and ethereal, her silver hair flowing like liquid light, her eyes shimmering like s

ARLENEAs I pushed the heavy door to Lucian’s office open, the scent of old wood and faint smoke greeted me. The room was dimly lit, with only a single lamp casting a soft glow over the large desk. He sat there, hunched over, his back to me, and in his hand was a bracelet. Not just any bracelet—the one he had given me the night he confessed his feelings.My breath caught in my throat. I hadn’t seen that bracelet, yet it looked exactly as I remembered, the name Arlene engraved on its delicate silver band. His fingers traced the letters as though he were trying to memorize them all over again.For a moment, I simply stood there, frozen. It was rare to see Lucian like this—so vulnerable, so lost in thought. It was almost as though the strong, unshakable man I knew had crumbled under the weight of memories.I cleared my throat gently, hoping to pull him back to the present. “Lucian?”He didn’t respond. His gaze remained locked on the bracelet, his jaw tight, his eyes distant. I took a few

DAMIENThe icy wind sliced through the air as I stood at the edge of the cliff overlooking the northern sea. The waves crashed against the jagged rocks below, a relentless reminder of the territory I now tread. SeaHowl territory. It was a land of bitter cold and harsher rulers, a place where power was carved through blood and dominance rather than treaties or alliances.I clenched my jaw against the chill as the hulking figure of Alpha Garrick stepped out from the shadows of his stone fortress. His presence was unmistakable—broad shoulders draped in fur, a long scar slicing across his face from temple to jaw, and eyes as cold and unyielding as the ocean behind him. Garrick, the tyrant Alpha of the North, was not a man to be trifled with.“Alpha Damien,” he greeted, his voice a deep rumble that carried over the howling wind. “You’ve come far from your warm southern lands. What brings you here to my doorstep?”I stepped forward, maintaining my composure despite the predatory gleam in hi

GWENThe first thing I noticed was the heaviness in my chest, a familiar weight that wasn’t entirely mine. I was back in control of my body, but I wasn’t alone. Arlene’s presence lingered like a shadow, her energy intertwined with mine, both comforting and overwhelming.“Breathe, Gwen,” Arlene’s voice echoed in my mind, steady and calm. “You’re fighting too hard. You need to let go.”Let go? Easy for her to say. My shape-shifting was still a mess, and my wolf remained elusive, almost mocking me with its silence. Every attempt I made to connect with it felt like trying to grip smoke—it slipped right through my fingers, leaving me feeling weaker and more frustrated each time.I clenched my fists, standing in the clearing where I had been practicing for hours. The moon hung high above, its silvery light spilling over me as if urging me forward. But no matter how hard I tried, my wolf refused to surface.“I can’t do this,” I muttered, pacing angrily. “It’s useless. I’m useless.”“You’re n

GWENThe decision to go through with the ritual weighed heavily on me, but I knew there was no other way. The Elders prepared everything with meticulous care. Their chants echoed through the chamber, each word thick with ancient power. Lucian stood nearby, his presence grounding me even as he looked uneasy. When the final preparations were done, one of the Elders stepped forward, holding a bowl filled with shimmering liquid.“This will send your spirit to the ancestral plane,” he explained. “Your journey will not be easy, Gwendolyn. You must face what lies ahead with courage.”I nodded, swallowing my fear. “I’m ready.”Lucian took a step forward, his jaw clenched. “I’m staying close. If anything happens—”“You cannot interfere,” the Elder interrupted firmly. “Her journey is hers alone.”Lucian’s fists tightened, but he gave a sharp nod, his eyes locking with mine. “I’ll be here when you return.”His words steadied me as I drank the liquid. The taste was unlike anything I’d ever experi