Semua Bab The Rejected Curvy Luna Queen : Bab 71 - Bab 76

KELLY THOMPSON'S POV As the moon clawed its way through the iron tapestry of clouds, casting an eerie glow upon our gathered warriors, I felt Jason's hand-a bastion of strength-rest upon my shoulder. "For our people, for our son, for all that we hold dear," he whispered, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my bones. "May the spirits of the ancient Luna and Alpha guide you.""Thank you, my love," I replied, tilting my head to meet his gaze, the piercing blue of his eyes reflecting my resolve. With the blessing of my husband, Alpha King Jason, I turned to face the sea of determined faces before me. Among them stood Paul Biansky, whose loyalty had been tested by blood; Gamma Thorne, whose wisdom was as unyielding as the mountains; my son Eden, young yet formidable with the scepter of convergence in his grasp; and Elara Windrider, her understanding of the enemy as deep as the roots of the earth."Warriors of the South pack," I began, my voice rising to carry over the whispering

KELLY THOMPSON'S POV The moon hung low, a silent witness to the tension that crackled like static in the chilled air of the North pack territory. Alpha Biansky and I stood yards apart, our packs flanking us like living walls bristling with fur and fangs. The scent of pine and impending violence mingled, setting the stage for the final confrontation."Alpha Biansky," I began, my voice cutting through the night's stillness, "we stand here as leaders, but we are also bound by a history soaked in blood and loss." My eyes never left his, searching for any sign of the wolf I once knew, before grief had twisted him into this relentless specter of vengeance.I stepped forward, the gravel beneath my boots whispering of finality. "Your quest for revenge against my South pack-it's poisoned you, consumed you until nothing else remained." I could feel the weight of every life lost in this senseless feud, a burden I carried on my shoulders as their Luna Queen."Look at us, Biansky. Look at what it

KELLY THOMPSON'S POV The scent of blood lingered on the wind, a sharp reminder of the price we had paid. I stood amidst the rubble, the charred earth beneath my feet a testament to the ferocity of the battle that had raged just hours before. My pack, my family, and my allies were gathered around me, our collective exhaustion palpable in the stillness that followed the storm of combat.I could see it in their eyes-each one darkened with the weight of loss and weariness. Paul Biansky's hands were smeared with soot, his gaze distant as he stared at the broken form of what once was a proud pine standing guard over our land. Elara Windrider's silver hair was singed at the ends, her face smeared with ash as she leaned heavily against a fallen log, her usually vibrant aura dimmed by sorrow.As Luna Queen, it was my duty to be their anchor, but even I found my strength waning in the face of such desolation. The ground crunched under my boots as I paced through the remnants of what had been a