บททั้งหมดของ The Exiled Luna : บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

Thorold’s POV The room fell quiet the moment the flame on the mapstone flickered blue. Only one person could do that. And he never came with small news. Arcturus stepped into the Stormfang war hall with the same quiet presence I remembered from childhood — like he’d simply emerged from the shadows rather than walked through the doors. Time hadn’t touched him. His cloak still hung perfectly around his shoulders. His hair still white as frost. But there was a new heaviness in his eyes. “Thorold,” he said, giving the smallest bow. I stood across the table, my hands curled around the edge of the mapstone, heart already beginning to race. “Arcturus,” I replied. “You’re late.” He smiled faintly. “And you’ve grown. I’m not here to praise you. I’m here because time has run out.” Alpha Ryker straightened beside me. Zara moved to my right, her presence a silent wall of strength. Arcturus raised a scroll. “This is the other half of the prophecy.” Zara’s breath caught. Ryke

Thorold’s POV Calyra took a breath. “A child of prophecy, that's what i was told.” she said. “And more.” Elandra said. I stepped forward. “Tell us what the prophecy means. All of it and No riddles.” Elandra held out her hand,I placed the scroll — the half Arcturus had brought — into her palm. She closed her eyes, fingers tightening, and the stone beneath her feet glowed,So did the runes carved into the walls. I felt something ive never felt before, i heard the air speak. “The Veilborn shall rise in blood and silence. But the Echo shall burn in light unseen. Not a shadow. Not a twin. But a spark long hidden beneath forgotten flame.” Elandra’s voice echoed through the chamber, layered with others, the was a whispers but not her own voice, Ancient voices. Some male. Some female. Some so old they barely sounded human. “She will be the choice. Not born to prophecy… but made by it. And if the Veilborn falls, It is she who will decide what comes after.” The l

Calyra’s POV Being marked as Thorold’s mate didn’t come with a ceremony. No gold thread. No howling chorus. No firelit circle of celebration. I heard whispers everywhere i turn in the pack, Some loud and bold enough for me the hear and some were being ome careful. At first, I thought they were just curious — the other she-wolves in the pack. Their glances lingered a little too long, their questions edged in something I couldn’t quite name. But curiosity is clean. Especially from lucy a girl in the pack who carries herself with suprimacy, i heard people calling her lucy and their future The first time I saw her, I didn’t know who she was. She wore her power like perfume—overpowering and sweet, the kind that made your teeth ache. She was tall, flawless, with perfect braids and flawless posture. She didn’t so much walk through the halls of Stormfang as she commanded them. She cornered me the day after my training lesson with Zara. I was still catching my breath in the eastern corri

Calyra’s POV The scent of cedarwood, ash, and sleep-warmed skin wrapped around me like a memory that refused to let go. Thorold’s arm lay heavy across my waist, his chest rising slowly against my back. Outside, the morning light had barely crept through the carved window above the hearth, golden and soft, kissing the stone floors without urgency. The fire had died down during the night, but the warmth between our tangled bodies made up for it. I smiled without opening my eyes. This… was the kind of morning I used to dream about. No training. No trials. No wolves whispering about power or prophecy. Just the man I loved. And the peace we were building — together. He shifted slightly, his lips brushing the edge of my neck. “Awake already?” he murmured, voice deep and rough with sleep. “Barely,” I replied, not moving. He pressed a lazy kiss to my shoulder. “Stay like this.” “For how long?” “Forever.” I laughed quietly and turned in his arms to face him. His hair

Thorold’s POV There’s a strange kind of silence that comes after love. Not the peaceful kind that comes with sleep, or the comforting kind that comes with safety. This silence was heavier. The kind that fills your chest when you realise the person you’d fight for… might be walking somewhere you can’t follow. Calyra was asleep when I left our chamber. She had never had a deep sleep. But the kind where her breath was slow and steady, and the weight of the day hadn’t yet returned to her shoulders. I walked the stone halls of House Nareth in silence, nodding to no one. They barely looked at me anymore. When we first arrived, they glanced at me with curiosity. Recognition. The Veilborn. I was just the wolf beside the flame. I ended up in the eastern gardens, where the air smelled like crushed pine needles and smoke. The trees grew in strange, woven arches here, like they’d been braided by time. The stones along the path had words etched into them — not names, but choices. I stopped be