Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE LUNA'S FATE; A Cursed Omega's Rise : Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

SELENAThe final retreat of the darkness brought with it a cold, undeniable clarity. The morning had just started, the light thin and diffused, casting the world in shades of pearl and slate, yet it was enough to reveal the true scale of our predicament. We could hear them from afar, the faint but growing sounds of a massive, organized force now that their eyes no longer needed the guiding light of lanterns—the snorting of horses, the distant, low commands of Alpha-trained voices, and the heavy, continuous crunch of hooves on dried leaves and grit. Their warriors were already up, having maintained their positions through the difficult night, and the auditory evidence quickly became visual: they were mounted their horses, emerging from the lingering shadows of the woods, and they were coming towards us, two vast, converging streams aimed directly at the hill where we stood.At this point, I knew the game of cat-and-mouse was over; evasion had served its purpose, buying us the precious

SELENAThe silence of the dawn was instantly annihilated by the screaming roar of hundreds of converging warriors. The clash was not a calculated maneuver but a chaotic, brutal collision of bodies and wills. And the whole attention was on me as more than fifteen warriors, led by the frenzied Shadowfang captain, focused on me. Their orders were clear, their desperation palpable: bring down the woman who dared to challenge their Alpha’s authority.I didn’t stand at one point; stillness was death. I threw myself into the fray, scrambling and weaving among the fighting warriors, everywhere scattered, swords and weapons flying in the air, a deadly, frantic ballet of steel.I watched a Bloodfang (Nightshade) sword thrust deep into a Shadowfang warrior, the blade disappearing into his torso with a sickening crunch, and blood flowed instantly, a dark, hot crimson against the gray earth. My first sight of blood on this battle was not my own, but the consequence of Lucian's defense. Different k

SELENAThe chaos of the battlefield—the relentless, suffocating pressure of Shadowfang warriors converging on me—was an overwhelming wave of aggression. I kept dodging the arrows being thrown towards me, throwing my body into the unpredictable gaps between the fighting wolves, my mind focused solely on getting back to Lucian’s failing defense.In the midst of the desperate flight, I sustained a cut on my left arm close to the crescent mark on my arm. The blade was a mere graze, but the blood was immediate, hot, and sharp, a dark line against the leather of my armor. I didn't stop; the sudden jolt of pain only intensified my focus.Just then, my path was blocked. They were coordinating the attack with chilling efficiency. One of their warriors set his leg before me in a low, sharp move, but I managed to jump over the trip. Then another lunged from the side, a massive figure emerging from the dust, and the next one collided with my leg, a heavy, unyielding weight that was too close to e

SELENAI recognized the stench of this place before the walls came into view—the distinct, stale scent of power mixed with old fear, the sharp, metallic tang of blood that defined the Shadowfang Alpha’s manor. My feet trod the same gravel path I had walked a thousand times as a frightened child, and every step was a painful memory. I remembered this place. I grew up here in pain and agony, and I remembered everything about this place, every shadow, every cold slab of stone. This was a place I left in sorrow, now I returned again, but the difference was profound. Now the will of the Moon Goddess must be done, and I was merely the vessel for that inevitable justice.My terror was gone, replaced by a cold, unwavering certainty. I wasn’t scared of anything, except for my baby, the tiny life I carried that was now—horrifyingly—a hostage in this dark drama. I walked willingly, my legs moving without need of prodding or force, I didn't wait to be forced to go inside because I already knew wh

LUCIAN The silence that fell upon the blood-soaked field was a lie. A thick, unsettling quiet that pressed down on the few remaining heartbeats, more agonizing than the scream of battle. Selena was gone. They had taken her, and every beat of my heart was a dull, heavy hammer blow against my ribs, driving home the crushing failure. There was no need to fight no more since Selena had been taken away. Every life lost now was a pointless sacrifice; the true objective was no longer here. The best thing to do now is to see how to get her out of this place.I told my warriors not to fight anymore, confirming the truce with a rasping shout. Their leader approached and we surrendered, dropping our shields, the metallic clatter echoing with defeat. They stopped too, their lines momentarily confused by their leader's command, but quickly falling into formation, their weapons still at the ready.I walked away with their leader to have a dialogue, the nameless, massive warrior whose eyes seemed t