Semua Bab BETRAYED BY THE MOON : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Amara’s POVThe rogue's words cut colder than the wind. “The thing Lilith was created from.”Silence rippled through the warriors.Darius, still weak, pushed off Mira’s support, standing on sheer will. “What do you mean?”The rogue stepped into the open, his eyes trained not on me, not on Lilith—but on the trembling forest behind her.He said only one word: “Mother.”Lilith’s lips twitched into a cruel smile.“Oh, so you told them.”Even her voice sounded shaken, like her amusement was a mask covering something deeper—fear. “You didn’t think I came alone, did you?” she asked softly.The shadows at her feet writhed like living things. The sky above us dimmed—not from clouds, but from something else, a darkness ancient and alive.A presence.I staggered back as the ground pulsed beneath me, slow and thunderous. My blood chilled in my veins.Whatever it was—it was awakening.Lilith turned slowly, her long cloak swirling as she raised her arms. “Behold,” she whispered. “The creator

Amara’s POVThe thing—my creator—stood at the edge of existence, cloaked in writhing darkness and silence. “Come home,” it whispered again.And this time, it didn’t sound like a command.It sounded like… a promise.I couldn’t breathe. My legs trembled beneath me. The shadow inside me responded like a forgotten language being remembered, stretching, curling, aching to return to where it came from.Lilith stepped forward, barefoot in the ash, eyes glowing silver with reverence. She didn’t flinch beneath its presence. “You were made for her,” she said. “We both were. But only one of us accepted it.”I didn’t look at her. I couldn’t.Because Darius hadn’t let go of my hand.He was still holding it—barely, bloodied fingers clenched around mine like a lifeline. “Amara…” he breathed, voice shredded by grief. “Don’t do this. Please.”And that’s when the true pain struck me. I didn’t know if I could stop.The thing moved—not walked. It simply shortened the space between us.No footstep

Amara’s POVThree days had passed since the sky cracked open.Three days since I severed the bond to the ancient thing that made me.Three days since I’d broken Lilith’s hold on me, on the battlefield, on the world.But the silence that followed had been louder than any war.They were no celebrations.No songs.No speeches.Only whispers.I walked the halls of the Moonstone stronghold like a ghost. Warriors stepped aside. Elders avoided my eyes. The younger wolves clung to their parents when I passed.They weren’t afraid of my power anymore.They were afraid of me.In the war room, the elders sat around the stone table. The air was thick with tension. I didn’t need to hear what they were saying. I could feel it.Darius stood beside me, silent. Mira sat across, her arms folded tightly. Her usual fire was subdued, narrowed into silent judgment.Elder Hanor finally spoke. “You say the entity is gone. But what proof do we have that it didn’t... merge with her?”“I severed the bond,” I sai

Amara’s POVThe air was different this morning.Heavy. As though the sky itself was holding its breath.Below the balcony, warriors moved like restless shadows. Some sharpened blades. Others fortified the gates. Every eye carried the same haunted fear—one they tried to hide but couldn’t erase. Fear of what was coming.I stood at the edge, gripping the stone railing. The mark on my wrist pulsed again, but softer this time. Not warning—reminding.You chose this.I closed my eyes.Yes, I had.“Amara.”Darius's voice pulled me back. He stood behind me, his expression tight. There was exhaustion in his eyes, but something stronger beneath—devotion. Resolve.“They’ve crossed the river,” he said. “They’ll reach us by nightfall.”I nodded. “Then we’ll be ready.”He hesitated. “You need rest.”I smiled faintly. “We both know I won’t find it.”Darius stepped closer, his hand brushing my shoulder. His voice lowered, softer now, only for me. “You don’t have to carry this alone.”But I did. We bo

Amara's povSleep had abandoned me.The night stretched endlessly, every passing hour pressing heavier against my chest. I sat in silence, staring at the ceiling as if the cracks in the stone might offer answers. Darius lay beside me, his broad back tense, shoulders rigid. He was pretending to rest for my sake, but I knew better—his stillness was not sleep, it was the weight of a man guarding battles both seen and unseen.I rose, careful not to wake him, and slipped onto the balcony. The air was cool, crisp, yet suffocating in its silence. The moon hung low, veiled by slow-moving clouds, its light spilling pale silver over the courtyard below. I pressed my fingers to the mark etched into my skin. It pulsed faintly—not painful, but rhythmic, like the echo of another heartbeat inside me.That was when it happened.The air rippled. Shadows thickened at the edge of the balcony. And from within them, a figure appeared—a small girl.My breath caught.She couldn’t have been more than five. D