Semua Bab The Rose Luna: Bab 61 - Bab 70

EthanI didn’t know how much time passed as I clung to her, her still form cradled in my arms, the icy finality of her absence crushing me with every passing second. Tears streamed down my face, each one falling with the weight of a shattered heart. I could feel myself sinking, the cold tendrils of despair pulling me under. I pressed my forehead to her still, pale hand, trying to memorize every detail of her, every contour of her face, feeling like I was holding onto a ghost.But then… something changed. A faint pulse, so soft I thought I might have imagined it, flickered beneath my fingertips. I froze, not daring to breathe, my heart lurching painfully as I strained to feel it again, to make sure it was real and not some desperate illusion.And there it was - faint, but unmistakable.Her heart. It was beating.The world narrowed to that single, fragile rhythm, a whisper of life where I’d believed there was none.

Rosemary“Rose…” Ethan’s voice broke through the fog of my thoughts, his tone uncertain, as if he feared the weight of the words he was about to say. He hesitated, his eyes searching mine with an unspoken worry that mirrored my own turmoil. I managed a nod, encouraging him to continue, though my heart beat heavily with the anticipation of what he might say.He took a deep breath, steadying himself. “I can’t begin to imagine what you’re going through, what all of this feels like for you. It was a shock for me too, finding out like this… and I know, Rose, this is a lot to ask. But… I want to see the baby.” His voice was barely a whisper, laced with the uncertainty of a request he knew might reopen wounds too fresh to bear.Ethan’s gaze dropped for a moment, as if he were struggling to find the right words. “When I ran in here, it was because my wolf felt something was wrong

EthanAs I cradled my daughter in my arms, her tiny fingers curling instinctively around my thumb, the enormity of the moment began to sink in. Her little steady breaths filled the room, a soft rhythm that brought an almost surreal sense of calm. She felt so fragile yet so alive, her warmth grounding me in the here and now. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, I experienced a flicker of peace, a reminder of everything worth fighting for, even amidst the chaos.But that peace was fleeting, a fragile thread easily severed by the storm of grief that loomed in the back of my mind. No matter how tightly I held onto this moment, I couldn’t stop my thoughts from spiraling. Dylan. The name alone was enough to send a fresh wave of pain crashing over me, a tidal wave of sorrow I had barely kept at bay since the moment he fell.Dylan was gone.The thought hit me like a physical blow, sharp and suffocating, leaving me hollow and br

EthanThe pyre stood ready in the heart of the clearing, an imposing structure of wood and stone, its solemn purpose weighing on everyone gathered. The sky above burned in streaks of orange and crimson as dusk descended, and the air was heavy with an aching stillness. Tonight, we would say goodbye to Dylan, our Gamma, our brother in arms, and my friend.The pack had gathered in a wide circle, silent and somber, their faces cast in the soft glow of torches lining the perimeter. Among them stood Grace, her head bowed, her fingers clenched tightly around the token she would leave for Dylan. She hadn’t spoken much since it happened, her grief a quiet storm that churned behind her emerald eyes.Beside her stood Dylan’s brothers, their matching red hair catching the torchlight. They formed an arc around her, their towering frames a testament to their shared bloodline. Their faces were pale and drawn, their green eyes clouded with anguish.

Unknown The air in the cavern was heavy, thick with anticipation and the acrid tang of spilled blood. The dim light from the torches lining the stone walls flickered wildly, casting shadows that danced like specters eager to witness what was about to unfold. At the center of the chamber, Andromeda stood, her presence commanding, her every movement deliberate as she arranged the three hearts in the precise configuration of the ritual circle. The symbols etched into the floor glowed faintly, pulsing in time with the low hum of ancient power that filled the space.A heart of a virgin witch - taken from her own bloodline.A heart of a treacherous wolf - sacrificed from the pack that had perished.And finally, the heart of a hybrid - the keystone, the connection between all things.These were the ingredients we had worked tirelessly to gain, the pieces necessary to complete the plan that had been in motion for nearly three decades. Thi