Semua Bab Luna’s Second Chance : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Luca's POVThe wind bit hard this morning. I was already in the fields no time to spare Elijah stood across from me, arms folded, eyes narrowed.We both knew why we were here.This wasn’t about staying in shape for the fight. About a fight that wasn’t supposed to happen at all. Julian's claim to the throne was long gone. “Again,” Elijah barked, voice cutting through the silence.I dropped into a low stance and lunged. He met me with force, forearm to mine, the impact crackling through my bones. We circled, moved in sync, traded blows like the old days.“Faster,” he snapped, catching my wrist mid-swing and twisting. I jerked back, rolled, sprang to my feet. “He may know your rhythm try to change it. Make him doubt the next move.”“I know how to fight,” I growled, launching a punch that Elijah barely ducked.“You know how to win when it’s clean.” He countered, sweeping my legs. I hit the dirt hard. “This isn’t clean, Luca. He’s coming to hurt you. Maybe worse.”I pushed off the grou

Luca’s POVThe day before the Elidor fightThe sky was a bit of gray. I stood shirtless in the training yard, my fists clenched at my sides. “Again,” Elijah barked.I nodded and launched forward. My fists swung in a clean arc, striking against the training post until the wood split slightly. My muscles burned, but I welcomed the ache. It dulled everything else—the noise in my head, the weight in my chest, the pressure that had been building since the moment Julian spat those cursed words: Elidor fight.He knew what he was doing. He wanted to provoke me, pull me into something more than a challenge. He was setting the board, piece by piece.“Your stance was off that last time,” Elijah said, walking around me like a hawk circling prey. “You leaned too far left—Luca, he’ll use that. You give him one opening, and Julian will tear through it like paper.”“I know,” I muttered, wiping the sweat from my brow.Elijah grabbed my wrist and straightened my arm. “Shift your weight here. Don’

Victor's POV The guard’s face drained of color, and I could see his heart hammering in his chest. Good. He should be scared. He didn’t know what the hell he was dealing with, didn’t know what was coming. But I wasn’t going to wait anymore. Julian was mine to deal with, and if anyone thought they could just waltz back in after everything, they had another thing coming.Julian didn’t know it yet, but this time, he was going to pay. And I wasn’t going to let anyone stand in my way. Just then—his voice again.“Enough. Let him go.”It was calm. Too calm. That voice—smooth, steady, like he hadn’t done a damn thing wrong, like he still belonged here.My breath caught in my throat. My grip on the knife tightened, knuckles white, jaw clenched so hard I thought my teeth would crack. My head snapped toward the sound, and there he was. Julian. Standing like he had every right to breathe the same air as me.I nearly lost it.I lunged—rage crashing over me like a wave—blade raised, ready to end h

Luca’s POVThe wind howled low through Crescent Hollow, sweeping dust across the clearing as I stood in my wolf form—massive, bristled, golden-eyed and braced for war. Across from me, Julian stared me down, eyes black as sin, his own wolf coated in dark silver fur, a sneer twisting his lupine features.He didn’t speak. Neither did I.There was nothing left to say.We circled first, slow, deliberate. Muscles taut, paws digging into the earth with each calculated step. He was studying me. Measuring. Just like I was doing to him. Every twitch, every flick of his ear—I took it in. I wasn’t just fighting a traitor. I was fighting a ghost of the past, a man who used to run at my side. Who I used to trust.And now he was here, standing before me with death in his heart.I lunged first—just a feint, a quick dart of movement—and he took the bait, his massive form launching forward. Our claws scraped, locking mid-air with a thud of force. Power met power, the ground trembling beneath us as we g

Elijah’s POVWe rode like wolves possessed.The warriors behind me — about a dozen, all handpicked, all trained killers — moved as one. There was no room for error, no time for second guesses. Luca needed us. Aria needed us more.My mind kept racing, heart pounding hard in my chest. The thought of Aria in Victor’s hands made my blood boil. She had once shown us a passage, hidden and buried behind the cliffs on the west side of the old riverbank — a way into the Shadow Blood territory that very few even knew existed.She saw Julian moved there and followed him. We reached the edge of the cliff just before sundown. I jumped off my horse and motioned the others to stop.“This is it,” I said. “She told me once, a short while back. A hidden door, old as the land itself. Used before the treaty wars. Victor never destroyed it because he didn’t think anyone remembered.”I yanked the vines down, revealing the faint outline of a stone doorway. The air around it was cold, stale. My claws ex