บททั้งหมดของ The Miracle Luna: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 87

PRISCILLA The moment Gabriel collapsed, it felt like the earth tipped sideways.I dropped beside him, hands shaking as I reached for his face. His body was still—too still. His eyes were closed, lashes dark against pale skin, and for one harrowing second, I couldn’t feel his heartbeat.“Gabriel.” My voice cracked. “Please. Please don’t do this.”Davina was already at my side, her voice sharp with panic. “What happened?! What did you do?!”“I didn’t mean to,” I whispered, heart slamming against my ribs. “I didn’t know—he just touched me and—”My hands hovered above him, afraid to make it worse, afraid not to touch.The energy still lingered around me. It buzzed through my skin, warm and alive and wrong. It felt like I was holding lightning beneath my flesh, unable to turn it off.Lyra shoved past the others, knees hitting the ground beside Gabriel. Her hands hovered over him too, her voice a tight whisper of an incantation I didn’t recognise.Tristan stood guard behind us, back rigid,

PRISCILLA The hum of the private jet was low and steady, like a lullaby for the sky. I stared out the window, clouds drifting below like a silent ocean. It was quiet up here, peaceful in a way that felt almost unreal after everything. Gabriel sat beside me, one leg crossed, his body relaxed but his mind clearly spinning. I felt it in the way his fingers brushed mine. Thoughtful. Guarded. He turned slightly, eyes on me. “You think Davina will be alright staying behind?” I let out a laugh before I could stop myself. “She’ll be more than alright. The moment she laid eyes on Tristan, I knew she wasn’t going anywhere. That girl’s into him deep.” Gabriel smiled, tilting his head. “I just don’t think Tristan will give in that easily. He’s... not the easiest person to move.” I nodded. “I know. But he won’t be able to resist her forever. Davina’s stubborn. She doesn’t quit. She’ll wear him down, slowly—then all at once.” He chuckled. “True. But don’t forget, he lost his mate not long

PRISCILLA Screams. Smoke. The hallway was packed, bodies flooding out from every direction—mothers holding children, elders dragging bags, warriors limping with burns and blood on their faces. I didn’t stop. I grabbed every arm I could reach, ushered them forward, shouting directions toward the safest exit Gabriel had shown me once in the middle of the night. "Keep moving!" I yelled. "Take the south tunnel, it leads to the outer hill—get the kids out first!” I scanned the flood of children and frightened faces, counting each one in my head. Two, five, nine— But not her. Where was Naia? Panic sliced through me like a blade. I turned in a slow circle, eyes darting to every crouched child, every soot-streaked face. She wasn’t there. Neither was her mother. “Naia?” I shouted above the chaos, desperate now. “Has anyone seen Naia?” No one answered at first. Most were too panicked, too focused on getting out. Then one of the older nursery wolves stumbled past with two pups clingin