Lahat ng Kabanata ng Three Alphas, One Luna: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Sebastian’s povI stood atop the battlements of my fortress, the cold wind whipping my obsidian cloak into rippling folds behind me. The sky was a bruised gray, heavy with the promise of storms and of blood. Below me, the vast encampment of my loyal shadow-wolves churned with activity: black-clad soldiers sparring with twisted blades, ritualists chanting quietly over ironbound tomes, and scouts patrolling the perimeter with watchful green eyes. All of it moved with the precision of a single organism bent toward a singular purpose: the fall of the Crimson Moon pack.I turned away from the horizon and descended the narrow stone steps into the heart of my command hall. Torches burned in iron sconces along the walls, casting flickering shadows that danced like restless spirits. At its center stood a long, low table of carved black marble, and around that table an inner circle of his most trusted lieutenants: Captain Mael, Ser Rupos, Witch Draven, and the silent, hooded figure known only a

Elijah's pov The moon hung low, a sliver of silver in the inky sky, when I finally slipped from my tent. The camp was almost silent, only the occasional snap of a guard’s boot on the wooden plank walkways and the distant murmur of horses shifting in their stalls. I wrapped my cloak tight against the night chill and made my way toward the eastern gate. I’d heard rumors of a hidden message, one of Sebastian’s spies had been careless, and I needed to find it before it could cost us the ambush. By the lamplight, the wall patrol moved in measured steps. I nodded curtly to each sentry, careful not to draw attention. My boots made no sound on the packed earth. I rounded the corner to the supply stores, where the note had been reported discovered, tacked to the door of the grain granary, half-hidden behind a length of rope. I crouched by the door and saw it: a small scrap of parchment, edges jagged as though torn in haste, ink smeared in places with moisture or blood. I lifted it carefully

Sebastian’s POVI stood at the mouth of my grand chamber, watching the final lamplight flicker as dusk settled over the realm. The air was heavy with expectancy and the faint tang of incense. Each breath I drew tasted of iron and blood rose, the two scents mingling in my lungs like the promise of victory. Behind me, the long table gleamed with maps and parchments, a blueprint for my conquest. Before me, the vast gates of my fortress yawned open, revealing rows of shadow-wolves assembled on the courtyard’s flagstones. Their black armor, etched with silver runes, shimmered beneath the lantern light.My heart thrummed with power as I stepped forward, cloak swirling like a ripple of night. The scent of my minions, this legion of darkness washed over me in waves: leather, steel, earth. I felt the familiar surge of magic coursing through my veins, the heady rush that came with absolute control. Tonight, we would unleash the first wave of my dark creatures upon the Crimson Moon pack. I close

Sebastian’s POV Outside the archway, I glimpsed the first glimmer of the river’s reflection. A guard tossed a torch into a brazier and it erupted in flame, throwing my face into stark light. I saw eagerness in his eyes, a wicked grin of soldiers eager for battle. I allowed myself a single nod of approval. “Move out.”Under the moon’s cold gaze, we slipped into the forest’s embrace. The trees arched overhead, branches knitting a barricade against starlight. My column crept forward, cloaked in darkness. I walked amid them, every step a promise, every breath measured. No one spoke. We communicated with gestures and flicked torches. The only sound was the hush of many boots on damp earth.The hidden path was narrow, ancient, unused for decades. Moss carpeted its stones. Roots curled across its surface, tripping unwary feet. Yet our training served us; we stepped as ghosts, silent and steady. The scent of pine and wet earth filled my nose, mingled with the faint tang of incense Draven’s r

Elijah’s pov I’d never known quiet to feel so loud. The hush that settled over the war camp in that fleeting moment before dawn pressed on my ears like a physical weight. Every breath I drew tasted of frost and tension, and in the distance I could hear the low murmur of our warriors. Henry’s phalanx lining the eastern pass, Liam’s scouts crouched in the western shrub, and Theo's silent archers perched high on the ridge to the north.I stood beside Orion at the head of the hollow chamber we’d repurposed as our war room. His broad shoulders, draped in wolfskin, were the only thing that kept me from drowning in doubt. Every eye in the room, I counted fifty captains, lieutenants, and scouts was fixed on us. In those faces I saw hope, fear, exhaustion, and trust. Trust terrified me more than any blade.Elijah.My own name broke the silence from the threshold. Liam stepped in, cloak mud-spattered, eyes bright despite exhaustion. He closed the door behind him and hurried forward. My heart c