Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Captive Luna: A Potion of Oblivion : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Under the light of the full moon, the mating ceremony of the Blood Moon pack's Alpha had reached its final moment. A joyful atmosphere blanketed the entire square, smiles of blessing spread across every face as they awaited the destined moment.On the ceremonial stage, Raven stood facing Evelyn. In his hand was a laurel wreath woven from mint leaves and white roses, the sacred symbol of the mating ritual. His fingers clenched around it tightly, as if trying to suppress the intense emotions roaring inside him.Evelyn lifted her chin proudly, eyes shining with anticipation. Just one final step remained, Raven would place the wreath on her and speak the oath, and the ceremony would be complete. The entire pack would then officially acknowledge the eternal bond between their Alpha and Luna.A long beat of the ceremonial drum echoed, urging Raven to make the final move. He took a deep breath, about to raise the wreath…But at that very moment, a sharp pain struck through

Raven returned to the packhouse completely unconscious, and naturally, the mating ceremony had to be called off, despite being just moments from completion.The guests had all left. Only Evelyn remained, standing alone in the ceremonial hall, rage churning violently inside her chest.She had paid so much, sacrificed so much. Just one final step and she would’ve had everything she ever wanted, yet everything collapsed in the blink of an eye.Her dignity, her pride, her ambition and dreams, all of it was destroyed in a single night. Every bit of effort, every calculated move she had made over so long now amounted to nothing.She could still hear the whispers, see the glances, some sympathetic, most mocking or gleeful, from those who had watched Raven leave her standing there alone, the ceremony unfinished. The memory stoked her fury until it overwhelmed her.She hated Raven. She hated Cara. She hated everyone who had witnessed her humiliation. But above all, she ha

Time, like grains of sand slipping through your fingers, no matter how tightly you try to hold on, it still quietly drifts away. The world keeps turning, seasons cycle from spring to summer, fall to winter, and just like that, five years have passed.The wind from the highlands carries with it the scent of rotting wood, melting snow, and memories so old even time couldn’t wash them away. The cliff’s edge, once a place of despair, is now overgrown with moss. The river below still roars, relentless and untamed.On a narrow, windswept ledge by the gorge, a massive gray wolf stood motionless. The wind ruffled its thick fur, lifting strands of silver that dusted its ears. Its amber eyes were fixed on the abyss below, on the very spot where, five years ago, someone had leapt without hesitation.Suddenly, the gray wolf threw back its head and let out a long, mournful howl. The sound sliced through the stillness of the morning, echoing with pain that had never healed, with hope

Bathed in the soft golden light of early morning, Moonshade Valley looked as if it had draped itself in a silk robe, gentle, radiant, and impossibly beautiful. Wildflowers blanketed the land, forming a vibrant carpet beneath one’s feet, their colors ranging from pale lavender to deep crimson and bright yellow. A light breeze danced through the valley, carrying the delicate scent of grass and pollen. Butterflies floated lazily in the air, glinting like tiny mirrors catching the sun. From the treetops came the cheerful chorus of birdsong, weaving a peaceful symphony that made one forget the weight of the outside world, its weariness, its hatred, its tears.Amid the lush, velvet-green grass speckled with tiny white and lavender blooms, a beautiful young woman sat quietly, as if she were the gentlest flower in all of Moonshade Valley. Her long, black hair cascaded over her shoulders, gleaming softly under the morning sun. Two little wolf pups giggled beside her, braiding her hair wi

Raven led the way, with his nine most trusted warriors following close behind as they crossed the shallow stream and entered deeper into Ivyshade territory under the escort of local guards.These Blood Moon warriors, fearless, seasoned, and nearly invincible, had braved countless perilous lands. Yet now, as they stepped into the territory of the Ivyshade Pack, their nerves were stretched taut.The farther they went into the valley, the mist slowly thinned, and the true face of the so-called “witch pack” began to reveal itself to these travelers from afar.It was nothing like the eerie gloom outside. Deeper within, the sky was clear, and sunlight bathed everything in a warm golden glow. The trees were lush, wildflowers bloomed in every color, and tiny butterflies danced in the air. The gentle murmur of streams mingled with birdsong, like a chorus celebrating an eternal spring.The heart of Moonshade Valley felt like a hidden paradise on earth.Raven slowed his ste