《Luna’s Second Chance 》全部章節：第 81 章 - 第 90 章

Chapter 81Victor's POVThe mist began to thin as the sun strained to break through the clouds, painting the sky in a muted silver. I stood at the head of my second formation—forty of my strongest warriors, cloaked in black and red, trained for silence and precision. The earth was cold beneath our boots, the terrain shifting to angled rock and forest undergrowth. South Wing.The path was narrow but covered—perfect for the kind of assault we were about to unleash. No alarms, no howls. Just blades, shadows, and blood.I raised a hand, signaling for silence. Around me, all movement stopped. Even the wind held its breath.“From here on,” I whispered, “we vanish. No sound, no scent. We strike like ghosts, and we do not stop until we are inside those walls.”Every head bowed. Every chest rose with one deep breath.This wasn’t a battle. It was a reckoning.We moved, weaving through the woods like smoke. The decoy team had already begun their work—distant screams carried through the trees, an

Chapter 83Luca POVThe clash of steel and roar of battle filled the crisp morning air as our warriors met the enemy head-on. Every heartbeat thundered in my ears, adrenaline sharpening my senses. The ground beneath our feet was churned with mud and blood. Arrows darkened the sky, some finding flesh, others embedding into tree trunks.I moved through the fray like a shadow, shouting commands, rallying those who faltered, bolstering the tired and wounded. My sword sang as it met enemy blades, each strike fueled by a fierce resolve to protect what was mine.Despite their ferocity, they were outnumbered. Our warriors fought with the fierce loyalty of a family defending their home. Slowly, inch by brutal inch, the enemy’s line began to crumble. I saw the first signs of retreat—figures breaking away, stumbling through the trees, disappearing into the forest’s grasp.But even as we pushed forward, my mind raced ahead. Victor’s absence gnawed at me. This battle felt like a well-planned distr

Aria POV I had never felt this kind of weight before—not even when I first shifted. Not when I found out who my father was. Not even when I realized he wanted me back only to turn me into something dark.But now, sitting in the quiet with Luca, I felt it. The burden of knowing a future no one else had seen. The burden of watching someone die, knowing it hasn’t happened yet—but could. Might. If I didn’t say something.“I have to say something.” I confessed, my voice light. “What do you mean?” He asked. I swallowed hard, words jamming up in my throat, scraping like gravel. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking, and his eyes—they were digging into me, searching, waiting. I looked down, couldn’t hold that gaze."Elena..." I breathed her name like it hurt. "She—she made me look. Really look."He didn’t move, but something shifted in him, something quiet."Look at what?" he asked, voice low, careful, like he already knew but needed to hear it from me.My breath hitched. I couldn’t stop the trem

Luca’s POVThe war table was scattered with maps—hand-drawn layouts of the South Wing, border trails, known routes Victor might use. I leaned forward, elbow resting beside a marked-out path leading from the valley toward the ridge.“We double their numbers,” Elijah was saying, eyes narrowed. “But they’ve got the position. If they’ve fortified the South Wing, it won’t be easy picking them off without a loss.”“Then we don’t go in blind,” I said, tapping one of the corners of the map. “We funnel them. Push them toward the ridge and cut them off from supplies. If we force their hand, they’ll slip.”He nodded, his focus locked for a moment—until it wasn’t.A long silence passed between us before he finally spoke, more cautious now. “And Elena?”My head didn’t move, but I felt my shoulders tense.“What about her?” I asked, though I already knew.“You haven’t looked her in the eye since the meeting,” Elijah said, voice low. “And earlier... she seemed like she wanted to speak to you.”I exha

Light slipped through the curtains in lazy stripes, soft and quiet like it wasn’t supposed to be waking me. But my body had other ideas. I shifted under the blankets, trying to ignore the twist in my stomach that had been hanging around for days now. That kind of nausea that doesn’t just come and go—it lingers, waiting to catch you off guard.Today, though, it was worse. Way worse.I peeled my eyes open, blinking against the pale morning light. My body felt heavy. Sitting up was a slow, clumsy thing, and my legs threatened to give out beneath me. I grabbed the edge of the bed, steadying myself with a breath I didn’t know I was holding.Then it hit.The sickness, sharp and cruel. I barely made it to the side before doubling over, the world tilting sideways as I emptied everything I had. The sound of it felt loud in the quiet room, more raw than I expected.When it was over, I stayed there, leaning against the wall, chest shaking, trying to catch my breath. The sting at the corners of