Semua Bab The Lunar Legacy : Bab 1 - Bab 10

The river valley between Silver Claw and Red Fang territories was a no-man’s-land, a scarred stretch of earth where the ghosts of old battles lingered. The ground was a churned mess of mud and gravel, slick from the morning’s rain, and littered with the bleached bones of prey—and sometimes predators—picked clean by scavengers. A sluggish river cut through the center, its waters murky and flecked with silt, reflecting the gray sky above. On either side, dense thickets of brambles and stunted pines clawed their way up the slopes, their branches heavy with the scent of decay. The air was thick with the tang of wet earth and blood, a reminder of the valley’s history. This was contested ground, claimed by neither pack but fought over by both, a place where claws met flesh more often than words met reason.Samantha Lykos led her patrol with a predator’s grace, her boots sinking into the mud as she moved silently through the underbrush. Her auburn hair, streaked with silver, was tied back in

The neutral glade was a rare patch of peace in the wilds of the Pacific Northwest, a small clearing nestled between the territories of the Silver Claw and Red Fang Packs. It was a place where truces were forged, though rarely kept, its borders marked by ancient oaks whose gnarled branches twisted toward the sky like skeletal hands. The ground was carpeted with soft grass and clover, a stark contrast to the muddy battlegrounds of the river valley, but the air was heavy with the threat of a coming storm. Dark clouds churned overhead, their edges tinged with the bruised purple of dusk, and the wind carried the sharp scent of rain, rustling the leaves with a restless energy. A single boulder, flat and weathered, sat at the center of the glade, its surface etched with claw marks from generations of uneasy meetings. Tonight, it would bear witness to another.Samantha Lykos stood at the edge of the glade, her arms crossed, her green eyes scanning the shadows as the Silver Claw delegation too

The hidden cave behind the waterfall was a sanctuary carved into the wild heart of Silver Claw territory, a secret known only to a few. The waterfall itself was a roaring curtain of white, its icy waters cascading down a sheer cliff face into a churning pool below, the spray catching the late morning light in a prism of rainbows. Behind the falls, a narrow ledge led to the cave’s entrance, a jagged slit in the rock barely wide enough for a wolf to slip through. Inside, the air was warm and thick with steam, the scent of mineral-rich water mingling with the earthy tang of moss and stone. The cave was small, its walls smooth and glistening with condensation, lit by the faint glow of bioluminescent algae that clung to the ceiling, casting a soft, ethereal blue over everything. At the center was a natural hot spring, its surface rippling gently, the water a deep, inviting turquoise that bubbled with heat. The steam rose in lazy curls, clinging to the walls and creating a cocoon of warmth

The moonlit ridge overlooking Silver Claw lands was a jagged scar on the landscape, a high vantage point where the forest gave way to a sheer drop of rocky cliffs. The ridge was narrow, its surface a mix of loose shale and tufts of stubborn grass, the edges crumbling into a steep ravine below where a river roared, its waters silver under the full moon. Towering pines flanked the ridge on one side, their branches swaying in the night breeze, casting long, shifting shadows that danced across the ground. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth, but there was an undercurrent of something darker—something predatory. The full moon hung heavy in the sky, its light a cold, unyielding white that bathed the ridge in an eerie glow, illuminating every crack and crevice, every hidden danger.Samantha Lykos ran along the ridge, her boots pounding the shale, her breath coming in sharp gasps as she tried to outrun the storm inside her. Her auburn hair, streaked with silver, whipp

The secluded clearing was a hidden gem in the heart of Silver Claw territory, a small oasis where the forest opened to reveal a patch of soft grass and wildflowers, their petals closed against the night. The clearing was ringed by ancient pines, their branches forming a natural canopy that filtered the moonlight, casting dappled patterns across the ground. Above, the sky was a deep indigo, studded with stars that glittered like diamonds, their light a stark contrast to the full moon’s cold glow from the night before. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, carrying the scent of pine, earth, and the faint sweetness of the wildflowers, a soothing balm after the blood and decay of the Black Shadow lair. At the center of the clearing, a small stream trickled over smooth stones, its soft babble a quiet melody that blended with the distant hoot of an owl. The air was cool, the night alive with the hum of the forest, but there was a tension in the stillness, a charged energy that seemed to pulse