Semua Bab The Cursed Luna's Return : Bab 151 - Bab 160

The Moon’s Unbroken OathThe night air quivered with an unusual blend of tension and purity, as if the world itself was holding its breath. Luna found herself at the heart of the clearing, the moon positioned high above her—full, radiant, and almost painfully vibrant. Its silvery glow enveloped her shoulders like a cloak, gentle yet authoritative, as though the heavens had at last chosen to communicate through her.Her heartbeat decelerated. Not out of fear… but due to destiny.Behind her, Rowan and Kai stood like two shadows tethered to her light. Rowan’s protective posture made the ground beneath him appear stable, while Kai’s more restless and acute presence suggested the storm still brewing within him. Both remained silent, yet their gazes were fixed on Luna.The Heartstone pulsed softly in her palm, warm and rhythmic, echoing her breath. Each pulse sent ripples through the air, bending the grass, stirring the leaves, and even reaching Rowan and Kai, who flinched slightly—not from

The Moment the Moon Selected HerThe moon loomed low above the clearing, heavy and luminous—so luminous that even the shadows appeared to quiver. The atmosphere felt electric, as if the world was pausing to take a breath. Aria stood at the heart of the circle, encircled by ancient stones inscribed with symbols that predated any pack memory. Her pulse raced as if her heart yearned to escape from her ribs.She had ventured into perilous territories before. She had confronted rogue hordes, corrupt alphas, and even death itself. But nothing—nothing—felt as daunting as this moment.For this was not a battle she could win through sheer strength. This was a calling she could not ignore.Kade was the first to step forward. His gaze locked onto hers with fierce intensity, almost pleading. “Aria,” he murmured, his voice rough, “you don’t have to face this alone.”Her lips quivered. For a fleeting moment, she nearly faltered. “But I must,” she whispered. “This part… it belongs to me.”Lucian a

The Echo of a Forbidden MemoryAs Aric re-entered the Moonstone Hall, the atmosphere changed—almost as if the very walls were aware of the tempest brewing beneath his composed facade. The nearby council warriors tensed, exchanging furtive looks, uncertain whether to bow or make way. Yet, Aric’s focus remained ahead, sharp as a sword, unwavering as he advanced further into the chamber.Liora trailed a few paces behind him, her heartbeat resonating loudly in her ears. She sensed his tension, the intertwining of past anguish and present fear coalescing into something perilous. She yearned to reach out to him, to provide support, but she recognized his need for space—his need for silence to confront whatever memory the vision had unearthed within him.The elders were already present.Elder Maelin was the first to rise, her robes softly brushing against the marble floor. “Alpha Aric. Luna Liora. You have been drawn into a memory—one that is not yours. We detected the disturbance. What did

The Weight of a Chosen FateThe forest was still in the process of healing from the remnants of battle when Aria finally ceased her flight. Her lungs ached, her legs quivered, and each heartbeat resonated like a drum against her ribs. She leaned against a tree covered in moss, compelling herself to breathe through the surge of panic swelling within her chest.She had managed to escape… but only just.Behind her, the faint snapping of branches and the distant shouts of warriors served as a reminder that the world she once knew was disintegrating piece by piece. The Crescent Moon Pack, the Moon Temple, the prophecy—every strand of her destiny was drawing her deeper into a tempest she had not sought.And now… Kael.The blood on her hands had yet to dry.Aria swallowed hard, blinking away the tears that stung her eyes. She could still envision his face—the way anguish etched itself into his features as he took the blow meant for her. The way his knees buckled. The way his eyes searched he

THE MARK OF DESTINYThe forest was eerily silent.Not the serene kind of silence—the unsettling kind. The sort that pressed against the skin, thick and alert, as if the trees themselves were holding their breath. Aria sensed it the instant she passed through the veil of branches, and the hum of the Moonstone around her neck intensified, pulsing once… twice… then settling into a peculiar rhythm that synchronized with her heartbeat.Kael moved alongside her, his hand hovering near her waist but not making contact. He had been this way since the revelation in the ruins—protective yet tense, as if he feared the world would snatch her away from him without warning.“Something’s changing,” Aria murmured.Kael nodded slowly, his golden eyes scanning the path ahead. “I sense it too. Fate is shifting. And it desires you.”Her throat constricted. She had heard the prophecy countless times, but now its weight pressed against her chest like invisible chains.The marked one shall walk between ligh