Revenge Of The Reborn Luna のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

GWENThe days leading up to the battle passed in a haze of preparation, tension, and determination. I threw myself into training, trying desperately to harness the powers I knew were buried deep within me. Arlene’s memories, once an echo in the corners of my mind, now roared like a river threatening to overflow. They showed me glimpses of her strength, her sacrifices, and her unyielding love for her pack. I wanted—no, needed—to channel that same energy, but the harder I pushed, the more elusive it seemed.Lucian, as always, was my constant. While I worked on regaining control of my powers, he carried the weight of preparing the pack for war. Every day, he rallied the warriors, strategized with the other Alphas, and ensured the safety of the non-combatants. Despite his responsibilities, he never failed to check on me, his presence a steady source of comfort and strength.One night, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the camp fell into a tense silence, Lucian found me by the traini

GWENThe tension in the air was thick, crackling like a storm was about to break. Damien’s presence was overwhelming, like a shadow looming over me, and every step I took in his direction felt heavier, the weight of the battle pulling at my limbs. He stood there, a smug expression on his face, as if he was certain that victory was already his. His aura was like a force of nature, pushing against my own, trying to dominate.“Gwen,” Damien’s voice was taunting, cold. “You’ve done well to get this far, but this is where your story ends.”I gritted my teeth, fighting the urge to let my fear show. I was the Alpha. I was supposed to lead my pack, protect them, but standing in front of Damien, all of my power felt like it was slipping through my fingers.“Not today,” I said through clenched teeth, my voice a low growl.I didn’t want this confrontation, but it was inevitable. His forces were closing in, and if I didn’t stop him now, he’d destroy everything. The weight of my responsibility was

GWENMy eyelids fluttered open, and the first thing I saw was Lucian’s face above mine. His usual sharp gaze was clouded with worry, his jaw tight with unspoken emotion. When he saw my eyes open, relief washed over his features, softening him in a way that tugged at my heart.“Gwen,” he whispered, his voice rough, as though he had been shouting for hours. “You’re awake.”I tried to speak, but my throat felt dry, my body heavy. Still, I managed a small nod. The spiritual realm felt like a dream now, its ethereal glow replaced by the harsh reality of the battlefield around us. The clash of steel and the snarls of wolves echoed in the distance. But there was something different within me, a stillness and strength that hadn’t been there before. Damien was gone—banished. And with him, the suffocating darkness that had threatened to consume me.“I’m fine,” I croaked, my voice hoarse but steady. “Help me up.”Lucian hesitated, his hands tightening around me. “You need to rest. You’ve been th

GWENThe battlefield was quiet now, starkly contrasting to the chaos that had reigned just hours ago. The storm Damien had summoned had dissipated, leaving a somber calm in its wake. The bodies of the fallen were being tended to, and the wounded were receiving care. Yet, amidst the aftermath of battle, another storm was brewing—a far more personal one.I stood at the center of the pack’s gathering, my Alpha aura still humming with power. The tension was palpable as two warriors dragged Elaine before me. She was disheveled and bruised, her hair matted with blood and dirt. Yet her eyes held no remorse, only a bitter defiance that made my stomach churn.The pack murmured angrily, their voices rising as they hurled accusations at her.“Traitor!”“She almost cost us everything!”“She deserves death!”I raised my hand, and silence fell instantly. I stared at Elaine, trying to reconcile the image of the loyal maid I once trusted with the venomous woman kneeling before me.“Elaine,” I began,

GWENThe sun dipped low in the sky, casting its warm, amber glow across the clearing as the pack gathered to honor our fallen. The air was thick with grief, mingling with the faint scent of earth and smoke from the makeshift pyres. Each face was etched with sorrow, yet there was a quiet sense of pride among us—a recognition of the strength it took to survive and protect our home.I stood at the center, my hands clasped tightly in front of me. Lucian stood beside me, his presence grounding me as I struggled to find the right words. My voice felt heavy, burdened by the weight of loss and the responsibility to keep our pack moving forward.The clearing felt alive with silence, the kind that pressed against your ears and made every thought louder. Wolves of all ranks and ages were gathered, their postures stiff, their eyes solemn. Mothers clutched their children close; warriors stood with heads bowed. The pyres, carefully built from branches and kindling, stood like solemn sentinels await