Todos los capítulos de Blood Moon: Vengeance of the Reborn Luna: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

The square explodes into chaos. Screams tear through the air, blending with the snarls of wolves and the sickening crunch of bone. The festive lights swing wildly above the fray, casting broken, flickering shadows across overturned tables and spilled wine. The sweet scent of roasted meat and fresh flowers is now drowned by the metallic tang of blood and the acrid stench of fear.I’m in the center of it all, my breath shallow, my heart hammering like a war drum. Wolves clash with unshifted humans, their improvised weapons no match for the beasts. The sand beneath my feet is damp with blood, sticky and warm against my bare skin.“Jessica! Eli! Zane! Lily!” I scream, my voice hoarse with desperation. My eyes dart wildly, scanning the chaos for their small, familiar forms.Nothing.The Moon Goddess must hear me. She has to. I push past a crowd, clutching a splintered chair leg with trembling hands. Around me, growls and cries rise like a storm, deafening and unrelenting.A flash of silver

(Damon’s Point of View)*********The pale light of dawn filters through the curtains, casting faint shadows on the walls. My chest tightens as I glance at the bed where Nora lies. She’s still pale, her face void of the fiery strength I’ve grown to admire. But her chest rises and falls, even if just faintly. I sit beside her, gripping her cold hand in mine, silently thanking the Goddess for sparing her life.It’s been hours since the attack. My packhouse still smells of blood and burnt wood. The screams and growls from last night echo in my head like a haunting melody. But none of that matters right now—only Nora. Her pulse is weak, but it’s there. That’s enough to keep me grounded, for now.I hear a knock on the door and look up. Liam steps in, his face as grim as I feel. His white shirt is torn, bloodstains streaking across his chest and arms–not all his own. He fought fiercely last night, like the rest of us.“Alpha,” he says, bowing slightly. “We’ve secured the remaining attackers

(NORA'S POINT OF VIEW)The weight of the day presses down on me as I watch the children play outside the house. Eli, Zane, and Lily are chasing each other through the yard, their laughter light and free. My heart swells, but a quiet ache settles in my chest. They look so happy, so innocent. It’s hard to believe that only a few weeks ago, I almost lost everything. The attack. The blood. The fear.I touch my chest, feeling the faint scar that reminds me of how close I came to dying. It's hard to ignore the gnawing sense of something unfinished. I’ve been reborn, yes, but I’m still carrying the weight of my past life—my past pain.I don’t know how to balance this new life, this family, with the fire of vengeance that burns inside me. I had a purpose once, a mission. But now, with the triplets so eager to love me, I wonder if it’s too late to go down that path. Can I really hunt down those who took my old life? Is that even what I should do with the time I’ve been given?Damon enters the

I am six years old again, sitting in the warm embrace of my mama’s lap as she brushes my hair. Her touch is gentle, her humming soft and familiar. The scent of lavender from her favorite oil lingers in the air."Lira, be a good girl until we get back, okay?" Mama’s voice is as soothing as ever, but there’s an urgency in her tone today.I nod, my little heart swelling with the pride of her trust.Papa kneels before me, his rough hands cupping my cheeks as he plants a kiss on my forehead. "My Lira has always been a good girl."His words wrap around me like a warm blanket. I smile back at him, not knowing this moment will be the last of its kind.Then, suddenly, everything changes. They are gone.The room turns dark, the walls closing in on me. Shadows stretch and writhe, swallowing every trace of comfort. I clutch my chest as panic surges. "Mama? Papa?" My voice trembles, echoing back like a cruel taunt.The silence is deafening. And then, fire.Flames lick at the walls, their greedy to

The walk home is quiet, the weight of the council meeting still pressing on my mind. When we step into the house, the warmth of the hearth embraces us, but Damon’s piercing gaze brings me back to reality.“Nora,” he says, his voice soft but firm. “Are you okay?”I glance up at him, startled by the tenderness in his tone. His concern catches me off guard, but I nod. “I’m fine. Thank you for standing up for me earlier. Cain deserved everything he got.”Damon’s jaw tightens, and he folds his arms across his chest. “How did you know about Cain’s theft?”For a moment, I hesitate. The memory of the anonymous letter flashes in my mind. I could tell him, but something holds me back. I meet his eyes, steady and unwavering. “I got an anonymous tip.”Damon sighs and shakes his head, his dark brows furrowing. “Nora, I’m still waiting for you to see that you can trust me.”“All in good time,” I reply, offering him a faint smile.He doesn’t push further. Instead, he walks to his room, leaving me in