Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha’s Moonbreather : Kabanata 221 - Kabanata 230

The first scream did not come from the battlefield.It came from inside a Whitemoon warrior.They were holding the eastern line when it happened, shields raised, blades slick with blood, boots planted in ash soaked stone. The feral wolves had surged again at dawn, pouring out of the lower districts in waves that did not tire, did not hesitate, did not retreat. The Whitemoon fighters were exhausted but disciplined, moving as one, answering commands even as fear pressed hard against their ribs.Then one of them dropped his sword.He doubled over suddenly, fingers digging into his chest as if trying to rip something out. His helmet rolled away, clanging against the ground, and when his brothers turned toward him, his face was twisted in agony.“Hold the line!” a captain shouted. “Someone get him back!”But the man screamed.Not like a wounded soldier.Like an animal being torn open from the inside.He fell to his knees, spine arching violently. Bones cracked loud enough to be heard over

The chamber rang with the echo of Becky’s laughter, sharp and triumphant, and the sound dug into Elise’s skull harder than the pain in her arm. She lay half on her side, half on her back, blood slick beneath her palm, her breath shallow and uneven. Above her, the Moonstone pulsed with a dark, sick rhythm, each beat answering Becky’s raised hand, each pulse tightening the invisible chains wrapped around Kai’s mind.Kai stood over Elise, shoulders heaving, claws extended, his chest rising and falling like a beast cornered in a pit. His eyes were still red, still feral, but something in his posture had changed. He was no longer advancing. He was trembling.“Do it,” Becky said coolly, her voice echoing through the ruins. “Finish it. End her.”Kai lifted his arm.Elise squeezed her eyes shut for a heartbeat. Not to pray. Not to beg. Just to breathe once more without pain ripping through her lungs.Then the chamber doors exploded inward.The sound was violent, metal shrieking against stone,

Becky did not move for a long moment.She stood in the center of the ruined chamber, blood splattered across her hands, her sleeves, her face. Luka’s body lay crumpled at Elise’s knees, his lifeless eyes staring at nothing. The air was thick with dust and the metallic scent of blood, and the Moonstone behind Becky pulsed harder now, its light uneven and erratic, as if reacting to the storm tearing through her mind.Then Becky screamed.It was not a cry of triumph.It was not even a scream of rage.It was raw, animal grief, ripped straight from her chest. She clutched her head with both hands and staggered backward, her boots scraping against the cracked stone floor as the sound tore out of her again and again.“No,” she sobbed. “No, no, no, no.”The chamber shuddered in response. Stones broke free from the ceiling and smashed into the ground. The Moonstone flared bright, then dark, then bright again, its surface crawling with jagged veins of corruption.Elise forced herself to look up

The first shockwave rolled through Archview like an earthquake.Above ground, Whitemoon warriors staggered as the stone beneath their feet vibrated, a deep violent tremor that rattled armor and sent dust raining from rooftops. Several soldiers fell to one knee, hands pressed to the ground, trying to steady themselves.“What in the hell was that?” someone shouted.Another blast followed, brighter this time. A column of silver light tore through the earth from somewhere deep below the city, followed instantly by a surge of thick black energy that clawed upward like smoke with intent. The sky above the palace flashed, clouds swirling unnaturally.Kion stood at the edge of the battlement, his cloak whipping violently around him. He stared at the eruption with horror he could not hide.“That is not feral behavior,” he said hoarsely. “That is war magic.”A commander ran up behind him. “Orders, Elder?”Kion hesitated for the first time in decades.Then he clenched his jaw. “Full retreat. Pul

Elise did not move at first.She stood amid the wreckage of the Moonstone chamber, water pouring through fractured walls, stone grinding against stone as the ancient structure strained under the weight of power it was never meant to hold. Dust and mist hung thick in the air. Becky loomed across from her, no longer fully wolf, no longer fully woman, her form swollen with corrupted strength, eyes blazing red, claws sunk deep into the floor as if the stone itself was trying to push her away.For a heartbeat, everything stilled.Then the moon answered.It was not a sound, not a voice. It was a presence. Elise felt it surge through her chest, through her veins, through the place where her pendant had been. The fragment no longer rested against her skin because it no longer needed to. It had become part of her, fused into her essence, no barrier left between the moon and the woman who carried it.Silver light burst outward from Elise’s body.Not violently. Not wildly.It unfolded.Like wave