Semua Bab THE LOST WEREWOLF PRINCESS: MATED TO THE RIVALS: Bab 41 - Bab 50

KAIA'S POV: The moon is a quiet witness tonight. Its soft, silver light spills across the pack house lawn like a gentle whisper, casting long shadows that dance over the dew-covered grass. The air is cool, tinged with the familiar earthy scent of pine and smoke. Somewhere inside the house, laughter echoes faintly, probably Ezra and Lucien fighting over the last slice of pie. But out here, it's just us. Me and him. Axel leans back against the wooden bench just beyond the training grounds, his broad shoulders relaxed but his eyes fixed on the sky like it holds answers he doesn’t know how to ask for. I don’t say anything at first. I just watch him. There’s something about the way the shadows cling to his face, the faint dimple in his cheek when the corner of his mouth twitches... a ghost of a smile he doesn’t quite let out. He looks...tired. And maybe a little bit lost. I step forward. The gravel crunches beneath my boots, and his head turns. His eyes meet mine."Kaia,"

KAIA'S POV: The moon is like a blade slicing open the night. I stand at the edge of the training grounds, sweat clinging to my skin, breath heavy from drills. The air is still... too still. There’s something wrong. I can feel it beneath my skin, like a warning hummed into my blood. Rhea walks over, her hair tied up in a messy bun, her brows pinched. "You feel it too, don’t you?"I nod, reaching for my water bottle. The training ground has been unusually quiet today, even the younger wolves too jittery to spar properly. Lucien’s been snapping at everyone, and Ezra hasn’t cracked a joke in hours. The whole pack feels... off. Ezra approaches us, his green eyes narrowed. “Rowan just sent out a scout team to the borders. He says he caught a scent. Nightowl.”My stomach drops. “Are you serious?” “Dead serious,” Ezra says, glancing around. “And it wasn’t a stray scent. It was fresh. There’s movement.”“Let’s not panic,” Rhea says, but her voice isn’t as calm as her words. “We’ve

KAIA'S POV: The air in the Guen pack estate feels charged. It's like the crackle before a lightning strike. I can feel it in my bones, humming just beneath the surface of my skin. Everyone’s moving around with their whispers trailing like wind through the halls. “The Elders are coming,” Rhea murmurs as she braids my hair. Her fingers tremble slightly, even though she tries to mask it with a soft smile. “From what I've found out, they haven't set foot here in nearly a decade.” I nod, even though I don’t fully understand what it means. Only that it’s big. That it may also be about me. I wish I could say I feel ready, but the truth is, I don’t. My heart is a jackhammer in my chest. My powers have been... inconsistent at best. A spark here, a flicker there. Enough to know something inside me is waking up. But I have no control over it. No idea what the Elders might see. I tug at the hem of my sweater and turn toward the mirror. My reflection looks like a stranger. Pale skin,

Kaia’s POV:The world slows when I shift back. One second I’m high above them, wings stretched wide, fur glowing like moonlight on fresh snow. The next, I’m gasping on the cold forest floor, bare skin prickled by the night air, hair tangled down my back. My limbs tremble. I can’t stop shaking.They are all staring at me. Axel’s eyes are wide, lips parted, breath stolen from his lungs. Kai’s jaw is clenched, but his knuckles have turned white at his sides. My brothers stand stone-still, like statues carved by shock. And the rest of the pack…they're not just looking, they're revering. A few bow their heads. Someone whispers it again. “Moonchild.”I hug my arms around myself, suddenly aware of how exposed I am, both physically and emotionally. Ezra’s already rushing toward me, his hoodie in hand. He gently places it over my shoulders and averts his eyes respectfully. “I’ve got you, Kaia,” he murmurs. Finally, someone who remembers that a person is inside this wolf.But

KAIA'S POV: The courtyard behind the Guen pack house has been transformed. What was once a peaceful grassy backyard is now something between a battlefield and a sacred temple. Smooth stones line a wide circle etched into the ground, glowing faintly despite the mid-afternoon sunlight. A hush hangs in the air, tense and electric. The Elders stand at the edge of the circle, their long grey robes moving softly in the breeze. Rhea is next to them, barefoot and focused, clutching a leather-bound book that looks older than time itself. Her expression is unreadable but something in her posture tells me even she is nervous. And I, well... I’m standing in the center of it all, heart slamming against my ribcage like it wants to escape. My palms are clammy, my breath uneven. I feel like everyone can see the mark on my shoulder; the strange, burning crescent moon with a wing curling around it. It only appeared last night, after I’d collapsed from the Moonchild awakening. I haven’t