All Chapters of The Rogue Luna: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Angelina’s POV The scent of blood still lingered in the air as we pressed forward, leaving the bodies of the Phantom’s men behind. My hands were still trembling, though I refused to let it show. I couldn’t afford to be weak—not now. The fight had drained me, but we didn’t have time to rest. If those men had found us, it meant the Phantom was closing in.Damian moved ahead, his posture tense as he scanned the path in front of us. Luca walked beside me, his presence steady, though his silence was unnerving. I stole a glance at him, noting the hard set of his jaw and the way his fingers twitched, as if he were still gripping a weapon.“Are you okay?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Luca let out a slow breath, his eyes dark and unreadable. “I’m fine.”I knew that tone. He wasn’t fine. He was angry.At me? At the Phantom? At himself? I wasn’t sure.I didn’t press him. Now wasn’t the time for an argument.The further we walked, the thicker the forest became, the trees twisting to

Angelina’s POV The old woman’s words echoed in my mind long after she disappeared into the darkness.You will find what you seek, but it will cost you everything.Her voice clung to my thoughts like cobwebs, refusing to shake loose no matter how much I tried to focus on the path ahead.The temple loomed before us, its towering stone pillars covered in vines and ancient carvings. Time had weathered the once-great structure, but its power was undeniable. The closer we got, the heavier the air became, as though the mountain itself was holding its breath.Luca’s hand hovered near his weapon, his gaze scanning the surroundings. Damian walked ahead, his usual smirk gone, replaced with sharp focus.“We’re running out of time,” Damian murmured. “If that woman was right, we need to be careful.”I swallowed hard, nodding. “We don’t have a choice.”The entrance to the temple was a gaping maw of darkness. Cold air rushed from within, brushing against my skin like ghostly fingers.I hesitated.No

Angelina’s POV The wind howled through the shattered remains of the temple, carrying dust and the scent of damp earth. I tightened my grip on the torn fabric of my dress, my breath uneven as I took in the scene before me. The monster was gone, leaving behind only the echoes of its presence, but my pulse hadn’t settled.I turned my gaze to the others. Damian was leaning against a crumbling pillar, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. His blade was still clutched in his hand, though the fight was over. Luca stood a few feet away, golden eyes locked onto me with an intensity that made my stomach tighten. His expression was unreadable, his lips pressed into a thin line.“What did you do?” His voice was sharp, cutting through the stillness.I swallowed hard. “I don’t know.”That was the truth—I had no idea what had just happened. One moment, the beast had been lunging at me, ready to strike, and the next… it had stopped. It had looked at me, really looked at me, and something

Angelina’s POV Darkness.It wrapped around me like a thick fog, pressing against my skin, seeping into my lungs. It wasn’t the kind of darkness that came with sleep or unconsciousness—it was alive, breathing, whispering.I could hear voices. Faint at first, then growing louder.“Angelina…”The voice sent a shiver down my spine. I didn’t recognize it, but it felt familiar, like an echo from a forgotten dream.My body felt weightless, as though I were floating. No ground beneath me, no sky above. Just endless blackness.Then, a spark.It started as a flicker of golden light in the distance, pulsing, calling to me. My heart lurched, instinct pushing me toward it. I reached out, desperate to grasp something real, something solid.The moment my fingers brushed against the light, the darkness shattered.A rush of cold air slammed into me, and suddenly, I was falling.The world snapped back into focus.I gasped, sucking in air like I’d been drowning. My body convulsed, pain lancing through

Angelina’s POV The wind howled as I stood outside the elders’ home, the chill of the night wrapping around me like a second skin. The words they had spoken still echoed in my mind, twisting and curling into the darkest corners of my thoughts.Bloodborn.The name felt like a curse and a revelation all at once. A secret buried so deep that even I hadn’t known it existed within me. And now, it had unraveled, pulling me into a world I had never imagined.Luca stood beside me, his presence grounding, yet the tension in his body was unmistakable. His golden eyes were sharp, scanning the surrounding woods as if expecting a threat to emerge from the darkness.“We need to go,” he murmured.I didn’t move.“What if they’re right?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “What if I really am one of them?”Luca turned toward me, his expression unreadable. “You heard what they said. Your blood carries power. That doesn’t change who you are.”I exhaled sharply. “Doesn’t it? You saw what happened