Semua Bab THE LUNA REBIRTH: REVENGE UNDER THE MOON: Bab 191 - Bab 200

The courtyard was deathly still except for Iris’s ragged breathing. Her golden aura flickered weakly around her as she cradled her son in her arms. The cold stone beneath them drank in her tears as she pressed her trembling hand to Caelum’s chest. His heartbeat was faint, irregular—as though every thrum was a battle against the darkness strangling him from within.“Stay with me, my little wolf,” she whispered, her lips brushing his ear. “Please, Caelum. Don’t leave me.”But even as she spoke, dark veins spread across his neck and jaw like creeping vines. His golden eye dimmed with every breath, while his other eye—once a soft shadowy hue—now glowed with the merciless intensity of Vaelor’s essence.Behind her, Aiden hovered in silence, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles cracked. His Alpha presence radiated barely restrained fury and despair.“Iris,” he finally said, his voice hoarse. “He’s losing. If we wait any longer, we’ll lose him and the world.”Iris turned on him, her face st

The Sanctuary’s courtyard was awash in silver firelight. Wolves from every pack formed concentric circles around Aiden’s pyre, their eyes reflecting grief, reverence… and unease.At the center, Iris stood like a fallen star. Her presence was radiant yet heavy, her midnight gown trailing like living shadows. In her hands, she held the crescent-shaped pendant that Aiden had given her centuries ago.She raised her voice, and it rang out like the chiming of temple bells.> “Aiden was not merely my Alpha, nor just my mate. He was the bond that tethered light and shadow in a world so easily torn apart. His strength never wavered—not in battle, nor in love, nor in faith. Today, we return him to the moon that watches over us all.”The wolves bowed their heads. The flames licked higher as Iris placed the pendant onto the pyre, and the silver smoke curled upward like a mourning serpent. Selene’s Tribute: Voice of PeaceSelene stepped forward, her amber eyes wet with unshed tears. She wore whit

The sanctuary had never felt so heavy. The light of the cracked moon bled into the sacred pool, painting the waters crimson as Iris stood waist-deep within it. Every ripple carried whispers of countless spirits—wolves long gone, gods long forgotten, all calling her name.Her hands trembled as threads of moonlight and shadow snaked around her wrists. The mantle was stirring.“Choose,” it hissed. “Your time is ending. The world will not wait.” A Rift Between Twins“Mother,” Caelum’s voice cut through the silence like a blade.She looked up. Her son approached, his cloak of shadows coiling behind him, his silver eyes darkened by some faint, lingering corruption.“You called for us,” he said, though his tone held no warmth.Liora appeared in a flash of golden light, her radiant aura forcing the wolves gathered nearby to shield their eyes.“You should have come alone,” she snapped at her brother. “This isn’t about you.”“It’s about us both,” Caelum shot back, his voice low and edged. “You

The Sanctuary in Mourning The forest was quiet. Too quiet. Even the wind seemed afraid to stir the silver motes drifting lazily across the Sanctuary. These remnants of Iris’s power clung to branches, pooled on stones, and shimmered faintly over the sacred pool where she had vanished. Liora stood barefoot at the water’s edge, her golden hair loose and tangled. She cradled Iris’s pendant in her hands, staring at her reflection—but all she saw was her mother’s face, staring back with solemn eyes. Across the pool, Caelum sat with his dark cloak pooled around him. His fingers traced idle patterns in the earth, shadows curling and uncurling like restless serpents. “You’ve been silent for hours,” Liora said softly. Caelum’s black eyes lifted. “I was listening.” “To what?” “The shadows.” His voice was flat. “They’re louder now… ever since she left.” Liora turned away, her grip tightening on the pendant. “We can’t fall apart, Caelum. Not now. They need us.” “They need her.”

The Final Night The Sanctuary of Balance stood silent under the twin moons, their glow merging into a radiant eclipse. Wolves gathered by the thousands in the valley below—light-furred, shadow-cloaked, and those born of both. At the summit of the marble steps, Iris gazed down at her children. Her once-mortal frame shimmered faintly with divine essence. The silver crown of the Moon Goddess floated above her head, its glow dimmer than before. “It’s time,” whispered Selene at her side. Iris exhaled slowly. “I know. The mantle cannot rest with me forever.” Her golden eyes swept to Caelum and Liora—her twins, her legacy, her greatest hope and deepest fear. One born of shadow, one of light. Both are carrying the weight of the gods. A Mother’s Farewell Iris beckoned them forward. “My children,” she said softly, her voice carrying over the hushed assembly, “our world has walked through fire and shadow. You have seen the price of hatred and the cost of unity.” Liora stepped