All Chapters of A Luna Prize For The Twin Alphas and Their Father : Chapter 101 - Chapter 107

Damon's POVI'd been walking for hours, long after Ciara had walked away from me and long after Daryl's last punch had stopped aching in my jaw.The forest was silent except for the low, ragged sound of my own breathing. The pack borders stretched behind me like a line I could never quite cross. It felt like home, prison, and memory all at once.I didn't even know where I was going at that hour. Maybe I was headed nowhere. Maybe I was simply headed somewhere she wasn't.Moonlight bled through the trees, staining the forest floor silver. Every sound seemed louder in the emptiness, from the distant hoot of an owl to the rustle of leaves and the steady, insistent heartbeat of guilt pulsing through my veins.You did this again, I thought bitterly. You turned love into war.I eventually found a fallen log and sat down, resting my elbows on my knees as I stared at the dirt. The night air was sharp, cutting through the haze in my head.For the first time in years, I had nothing left to fight

Daryl's POVThe sacred grounds had never felt this alive.Every blade of grass and every stone within the circle seemed to hum with anticipation. The air tasted of ozone and blood, like a storm waiting to break. Above us, the moon was full, enormous, and burning red, its light casting everything in shades of gold and scarlet.And at the center of it all was Ciara.Her silver and ash robe fluttered in the night wind, her bare feet pressing into the soil that glowed faintly beneath the carved runes. The circle pulsed beneath her as though it recognized her presence and the power she had become.Elder Erya raised his staff."Let the Moon's Trial begin. Let her will be measured against power, pain, and truth. Let balance be proven or broken."My heart pounded as I stood among the wolves, every muscle in my body coiled tight. Damon was to my left, his arms crossed and his jaw set in quiet fury. Neither of us spoke. We couldn't. Even the air itself seemed to demand silence.Elder Erya turne

Ciara's POVI told them I was ready to make my choice.The night had already bled into dawn, and the sky was still trembling from the storm that had raged through it, streaked with silver clouds and threads of fading crimson.The sacred grounds were quiet now, eerily so after the chaos of the Moon's Trial. The earth beneath my bare feet was scorched in places, but it was still alive, humming faintly with the magic that continued to emanate from me.The moon had gone down, leaving the first light of morning to spill over the gathering. The circle that had once been carved for judgment now pulsed like something reborn. Around me, wolves, witches, and vampires either stood or knelt in silence, their gazes fixed on me.The balance had shifted.And I was at the center of it.Elder Erya's voice, still hoarse from the night's upheaval, broke the stillness."By decree of the Council, witnessed by moon and dawn alike, the time for decision has come. Ciara of Lunara's blood, make your choice."