Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Rise of the Forgotten Luna : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 5

Ayla stood in the grand hall, surrounded by the watchful eyes of the Shadowfang Pack. The air was thick with anticipation, but her heart soared with hope. Tonight, everything would change.She had spent months by Kael’s side, admiring him, yearning for him. He was the strongest Alpha she had ever known—merciless in battle, feared across the lands, and unyielding in his rule. Yet, in rare moments, she had seen something softer beneath his cold exterior. A flicker of warmth when their gazes met, a lingering touch when no one was watching. She had convinced herself that, beneath his ruthlessness, there was something more.But the moment he spoke, her world shattered.“I, Alpha Kael of the Shadowfang Pack, reject you, Ayla, as my mate.”The words struck like a blade to the chest.She blinked, convinced she had misheard him.The room was silent, the weight of his declaration settling over the gathered wolves.Then, she laughed—a small, breathless sound. “That’s not funny, Kael.”His golden

The forest was silent, save for the gentle rustling of leaves beneath Ayla’s careful, measured steps. The cool night air carried the distant cries of nocturnal creatures, but none of them fazed her. She had wandered these lands before, once as an outcast, now as something else entirely. Though she had been cast out once again, she did not leave Shadowfang’s borders entirely. Instead, she remained in the shadows, watching, waiting—just as a predator did before striking.She knew Kael too well. The Shadowfang Pack was strong, feared across the Obsidian Highlands. But strength invited conflict. Power made enemies, and sooner or later, an opportunity would present itself. And when it did, she would be ready.She didn’t have to wait long.Hidden among the dense undergrowth of the forest, her keen ears caught the hurried footsteps of warriors returning from patrol. Their steps were heavy, their breathing uneven, and the scent of blood clung to the air, sharp and metallic. They were carrying

Ayla’s mind raced. She had expected temporary acceptance—perhaps a night’s shelter, a reluctant nod of gratitude, or at most, a few days under close watch. But not this.Kael had just declared her the pack’s healer, binding her to Shadowfang in front of everyone. His words had sealed her fate before she could protest, before she could maneuver her own path.This was dangerous.She had planned to infiltrate the pack on her own terms, to control the pace of her revenge. She needed time—to observe, to manipulate, to strike when the moment was right. But now, that luxury had been ripped from her grasp. Instead of slipping in unnoticed, she had been thrust into the center of Kael’s scrutiny.Trapped under his watchful eye.Her fingers curled slightly at her sides, nails pressing into her palms. She forced herself to remain outwardly composed, even as her mind spun with possibilities. How could she turn this to her advantage?“You don’t look pleased,” Kael observed, his silver eyes narrowin