Semua Bab BLOOD AND MOONLIGHT: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Lucien’s POV"There must be something we can do, Tharros!" I clenched my fists and paced before the Veil. "We must support Emily in some way; we must be by her side."Kiran said softly and anxiously, "She's absorbing energy from a soul inside the Veil." "We can't just stand here."Tharros's golden eyes flickered as he crossed his arms. "Neither of you is seeing the wider picture. The Veil is more than just an opening we can prod. Even attempting to open it or tampering with it could cause uncontrollable chaos. I apologize, but I don't believe we should take the chance. I felt a wave of frustration. I struck the invisible barrier that separated the Veil from us. It vibrated menacingly as it shuddered under the force.“Yeah, we get it—you’re the oldest and the wisest,” Kiran said, stepping forward, eyes blazing. “But don’t hesitate now, Tharros. Think of the lives we could save if we bring Emily back. Even if monsters spill out of the Veil, we’ll deal with them. But if we lose her agai

Kiran's POVAlthough we had successfully crossed into the Veil, the air was thick with tension. Tharros’s expression didn’t help—it screamed trouble. I glanced around, spotting those familiar eyes watching me again. The same ones that stared at me from mirrors... eyes buried in darkness, paired with a crooked smirk.“What is it, Tharros?” I asked, already dreading the answer. Magic was never my thing, and this place felt like a cursed dream.“When we entered the Veil, we cracked its protective barrier,” he said gravely. “And now, something evil has slipped through. The Unforgotten have been summoned back into the land of the living.”That stopped me cold. My stomach twisted. We’d just unleashed an ancient nightmare—and someone out there was planning to start a war while we were stuck here.“What do we do now?” I asked, already moving faster.“We get to Emily,” Tharros said. “She needs to finish her final trial. After that, we return—fast.”As we headed for the celestial gates where Em

EMILY – POVAfter being left alone to tend to my wounds, I curled into myself, shivering in the cold, damp cell. As the blood dried on my skin, I found my thoughts drifting back to a time when life was simple—when I was just a regular girl from Seattle. I hated the ache gnawing at my chest, this sense of longing that never went away. But there was nothing I could do.A guard returned, carrying a metal plate with something that barely resembled food. One whiff, and my stomach turned. I couldn’t hold it in. I vomited—right on his boots."You bitch! How dare you!" he shouted, enraged. Without warning, he kicked me hard in the stomach, the impact sending me crashing several feet across the floor.Pain bloomed in every inch of my body. I lay there, breathless and trembling, the agony consuming me. I was done. If this was the destiny the Moon Goddess had written for me, then I didn’t want it. I couldn’t keep going like this. My body ached, but the pain in my heart was far worse.Why, Goddess

Kieran’s POVEver since that night I found myself unconsciously drawn to the dungeon where Lena was held, nothing had felt right. Something inside me shifted—and not just mentally. My instincts, my wolf, the very core of my being had begun to turn cold toward Emily. She had changed. Dramatically.I tried to ignore it at first. Blamed it on stress. The Veil. The war.But I couldn’t shake the truth. Emily wasn’t the same woman who once felt like the other half of my soul. The more time passed, the more I saw it—how she moved, how others responded to her. Rhaegos and Azara had practically started treating her like royalty. Not just with respect… but with submission. And the strangest thing was, she seemed to expect it.I took my concerns to Lucien, hoping we could look into it together—like real allies, maybe even like brothers. But he didn’t want to hear it. He blew up at me, accused me of being ungrateful, said I never truly trusted our mate. He even claimed I didn’t deserve her.It hur

Kiran’s POVThe sky had changed.What once shimmered with moonlight now boiled with thick shadows, casting an eerie pall across the battlefield. More of my kind—my warriors, my brothers—were being turned. Hollowed out, controlled, twisted into monsters that no longer recognized friend from foe. They turned on one another with blind savagery.And at the center of the storm stood her.Emily. Or at least, the person who wore her face.She looked almost serene amid the carnage, her eyes glowing with that same sickly magic that pulsed through the corrupted Lycans. She moved like a conductor of chaos, feeding on the destruction, reveling in it.While our frontline fought desperately, I’d sent another regiment to escort the survivors to the mountain sanctuary—our hidden refuge, built in secret ever since the great betrayal. I’d always feared this day would come. That we’d need a way out. That our people would need a place to run.I turned my gaze back to Emily, if I could still call her that