Semua Bab The Cursed Luna's Return : Bab 11 - Bab 19

The Stranger in the ShadowsLyra glided through the forest like a wraith, her body battered and her spirit hanging by a thread. The chill pierced her exposed skin, but it couldn’t compete with the turmoil raging within her. Anger. Heartbreak. Betrayal. They all vied for attention in her heart.Survival was all that mattered now.As dawn approached, her limbs barely followed her commands. Her energy dwindled, and the dull ache of the severed bond continued to throb like a raw wound. She crumpled beneath a twisted oak tree, the rustling leaves overhead murmuring in the morning breeze. Her eyelids fluttered shut, weariness consuming her—Crack.Her senses jolted back to life.A footstep. Not far away.She scrambled upright, her back pressed against the tree. Her vision blurred from fatigue and pain, but she forced herself to stay alert.Another step.She was not alone.Then, from the underbrush, a tall figure emerged.Male. Broad-shouldered. Hooded.Lyra’s fists instinctively tightened,

**Whispers in the Shadows**The wind roared through the shadowy woods, brushing against Lyra’s tattered cloak like frigid fingers. Her feet, battered and bleeding, scarcely made a sound as she limped through the trees. Night had settled in hours before, yet she hadn’t paused her movement. Not since the sorceress’s warning in the deserted clearing. Not since the fire in her heart rekindled with newfound determination.She was no longer fleeing.She was seeking.Her wolf, frail yet vigilant, stirred restlessly within her. Whispers danced on the breeze—ancient, eerie, calling her name. Whether they were a figment of her weary mind or something more, she couldn’t tell. But something—someone—was beckoning her further into the forest.Branches clawed at her arms. The smell of damp earth and far-off wolves enveloped her senses. She halted by a fallen log, her breath misting in the chilly air.Then she noticed it.A faint luminescence in the distance. Blue, gentle, pulsing—like moonlight exhal

A New Kind of PainThe next few days passed in a rhythm that was both exhausting and oddly comforting.Lyra trained from dawn till dusk. She sparred with anyone willing—Riven, the scar-jawed female named Mira, even a few reluctant rogues who finally stepped forward after watching her persist in silence. She didn’t always win, but she always got back up.Her bruises told stories of resilience. Her muscles ached, but it was the kind of ache that made her feel real—alive.But even amid the grind, the whispers didn’t stop.“She’s trying too hard.”“She still smells like them.”“She’ll break. They always do.”She pretended not to hear. Pretended their words didn’t twist in her gut. But every whispered doubt was a shadow she carried to bed.One afternoon, Riven found her sitting alone behind the supply tent, arms wrapped tightly around her knees, eyes staring out at nothing.He didn’t speak right away. Just lowered himself to sit beside her, back against the rough wood.“You’re holding your

Hunted The forest stretched before Lyra like a dark abyss, its towering trees whispering secrets into the night. Cold air slashed against her skin as she staggered forward, her breath coming in ragged gasps.Every step sent a fresh wave of agony through her body. The mate bond had been shattered, leaving behind an unbearable hollowness. Her wolf whimpered inside her—broken, silent. The pain was so intense that shifting felt impossible.Keep moving.She had to run.She didn’t know where she was going—all she knew was that she couldn’t stop.Behind her, the Bloodfang Pack’s gates loomed, shut tight. The place she had once called home was now just a memory. An illusion of safety, torn away.Betrayed. Rejected. Hunted.Her stomach twisted.She hadn’t even had time to grieve what she’d lost.Because she wasn’t alone.The wind shifted—carrying the sharp, metallic scent of danger.A growl. Low. Menacing.Her breath caught as she spun around.From the shadows, a pair of glowing amber eyes st

A Wolf UnleashedThe moon hung high over the valley, casting silver streaks across Lyra’s cabin floor. She tossed and turned in her sleep, tangled in her blanket, her breath coming in shallow gasps.The nightmare had her in its grip again.Running.Bleeding.Alone.She jolted upright with a strangled gasp, drenched in sweat. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears. Her skin burned like fire, her muscles twitching beneath the surface.Then—pain.Not emotional this time.Physical.Her fingers curled involuntarily, claws beginning to form.Her back arched as her spine popped.She clutched her head, biting back a scream.No. Not now.Her wolf was breaking through—but it wasn’t calm. It wasn’t controlled. It was wild. Unstable. Half-mad with grief and fury.She staggered to her feet, knocking over the chair beside her bed.The shift wasn’t like before. It was partial—like her body didn’t know whether to complete it or stop. Her hands trembled as fur crawled up her forearms and receded again. He