Semua Bab THE LUNA REBIRTH: REVENGE UNDER THE MOON: Bab 151 - Bab 160

The night was heavy with an almost tangible stillness as Iris stood atop the ancient Stone of Elders. Below her stretched a vast clearing, illuminated only by the fractured light of the moon. Wolves from every corner of the world had gathered here—packs once divided by territory and blood, now standing shoulder-to-shoulder under her banner. Yet even as the air crackled with unity, a quiet unease lingered, like storm clouds waiting to break.She tightened her cloak against the cold, her golden and black eyes scanning the sea of fur and anxious faces. The twins—her children—were asleep in the care of Selene in the inner sanctum, but even they weren’t immune to the dark whispers that wound through the packs. The prophecy about her children spread like wildfire: one would save the world; the other would doom it.Damon’s voice still echoed in her mind from her dream the night before: “Iris… you must keep them safe, even from themselves. The balance will test you in ways even I can’t protec

The Silver Moon Sanctuary lay cloaked in a soft mist, the first rays of dawn filtering through the evergreens. The world had not known peace in decades, yet here, amid the singing brooks and ancient stones, a fragile harmony had taken root. Iris stood on the terrace of the sanctuary, her long hair glinting with threads of silver and black, the twin marks glowing faintly on her wrists. She watched her children—two figures darting across the meadow, their laughter echoing like distant bells.Aiden joined her, his expression tender but heavy with thought. “They’re growing fast,” he murmured, folding an arm around her shoulders.“Yes,” Iris said softly, with worry. “Too fast.”Their daughter, Selaria, was a radiant vision—her hair a cascade of pale gold, her eyes luminous like captured sunlight. Wherever she walked, flowers seemed to bloom. Her twin brother, Kael, was her contrast: hair as black as a raven’s wing and eyes so deep they seemed to hold the night itself. The shadows followed

The air trembled with an unnatural stillness, as if the world held its breath. High above, the moon bled crimson, heralding the lunar eclipse that had long been whispered in prophecies. Across the lands, wolves from every pack gathered in hushed anticipation outside the sanctuary Iris and Aiden had built—the Last Moon Pack. Its walls, glowing faintly with runes of protection, seemed fragile against the looming darkness that rolled in like a living tide. Iris stood on the highest balcony, her eyes locked on the blood moon. The chill of the night seeped into her bones, yet her resolve burned hotter than ever. Draped in a flowing white cloak embroidered with silver threads, she looked every bit the Luna of all packs—but beneath her calm exterior, dread coiled tight in her heart. “They’re coming,” Aiden murmured at her side. His voice was low, steady, but she could feel the tension radiating off him. The Supreme Alpha’s mark on his wrist pulsed faintly, golden light struggling against

The sky burned red as the blood moon ascended, its crimson light drenching the world in an ominous glow. The air was thick with tension, every wolf in the gathered packs sensing the magnitude of what was about to unfold. The final confrontation—the war foretold in prophecies whispered across centuries—was no longer a distant threat. It had arrived.Iris stood on the cliffs of the Last Moon Sanctuary, her golden and black eyes reflecting the unnatural eclipse. Her twin children, Aeliana and Kael, watched from a hidden alcove within the sanctuary, their small faces pale with fear. One radiated a soft, pure light, the other carried an unsettling flicker of darkness that even now pulsed faintly in time with the blood moon.Aiden placed a steadying hand on Iris’s shoulder. His aura blazed like wildfire, the mark of the Supreme Alpha glowing in tandem with her divine light. “They’re coming,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “The Shadow God moves through Lyra. This is their final push.”A wa

The battlefield was quiet at last. Ash and silver petals floated in the wind, carrying the faint scent of blood and moonlight. Where once there had been howls and clashes of teeth, only a heavy silence remained. The red glow of the Eclipse Moon began to fade, replaced by a soft silvery glow bathing the world in calm.Iris stood at the center of the scorched earth, her long hair billowing around her as if caught in an invisible current. In her arms lay Lyra’s lifeless body, her expression serene despite the lingering streaks of black ichor on her cheeks. Lyra’s once-proud face now looked younger, at peace. The Shadow God’s presence was gone—exorcised in Iris’s final act of mercy.“You’re free now,” Iris whispered, brushing a thumb across Lyra’s pale forehead. “And so am I.”Aiden stepped forward, battered and bloodied but still standing tall. His mark pulsed with faint light, and his blue eyes held a mixture of sorrow and awe as they fell on Iris. “It’s over,” he said softly. “You did