Semua Bab MOONVEIL : The Blood of the Last Curse: Bab 41 - Bab 44

POV: WillowThe world shrank down to the cold breath of night and the endless shadows of the sea below.I reached for the pendant hanging beneath my hoodie—my mother’s moonstone, wrapped in tarnished silver. It was still warm against my skin, pulsing softly like it knew the moment had come.Slowly, I pulled a small knife from the inner pocket of my jacket. A ritual blade—sharp, light. A gift from Rael before I left. His voice still echoed in my ears when he handed it over:"If you really want to disappear, make sure not even your blood can be traced."I turned my back on everything. On the fake technician pretending to fix the navigation lights. On Ezra and Emily, probably still laughing behind me—probably about to hate me.I pressed the blade gently to my fingertip. A small cut opened. Warm blood flowed.Closing my eyes, I touched the drop of blood to the surface of the pendant. A soft glow spread from the stone, then faded.My scent—my wolf blood—vanished.The magic worked. No one w

POV: XanderI stood in the very back row. In front of me were nobles and military officials dressed in black robes with polished silver badges. The air was thick with the scent of incense and damp earth—a nauseating mix.No coffin.No body.Just a stone memorial standing in the middle of the ceremonial field, with a name carved too quickly:Willow MoonveilHeir of the ancient blood. Born for the light, returned to the dark sea.What a load of crap.My fists clenched.Three months ago, she was still alive. Still breathing. Still speaking to me—distant, maybe, but real.And now… just a name on a stone, surrounded by mournful faces that all felt hollow.Rael stood at the front like a statue, motionless. His eyes stared blankly at the overcast sky.The ceremony began. Moonveil priests started chanting death rites in an ancient language. The sound crawled under my skin—not because of th