Semua Bab Our Luna: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Dave’s POV A week had passed, and the night of the gathering had arrived. Mateo had successfully met with Alpha Jack, and we had smoothly transitioned the event to our pack’s territory. Wolves were gradually becoming aware that it was time to start assembling, and we had adjusted the event to span a full week. Other packs had already welcomed a significant number of witches, all eager to support Lory and fight against Fiona’s reign of terror. We had never expected such a large turnout. We had to carefully plan how to organize them—if too many witches arrived on our land at once, it would surely put Fiona on edge. Through border patrol communication, we had coordinated with neighboring packs, who agreed to shelter many of the witches until needed. Wolves stick together in times like these, and we had maintained peaceful relationships with our neighbors for years. I took one last sip of whiskey in my office before heading to join the festivities. Most of our guests had arrived and we

Melisande’s POV I knew this wasn’t the end of it. I felt relieved that Laura had chosen to leave—if she hadn’t, we wouldn’t have been able to withstand another assault, and the wolves would have had to fight the witches directly. I was stunned by how little Laura and Ester cared that their actions had resulted in the deaths of ten witches. Their obsession with overpowering us had completely overshadowed any concern for their own subordinates’ well-being. I barely managed to stay on my feet until they were out of our sight. Then, my legs gave out. Fortunately, Dave was there to catch me. “I’ve got you, don’t worry. Just rest now,” he said, holding me in his arms, allowing me to relax. I needed to stay conscious long enough to see how the other witches were coping. We were now twenty in total, but many of them hadn’t practiced magic in years—they had been avoiding Fiona’s notice. When we arrived at the packhouse, I asked Dave to bring me to the living room, where the other witches

The witches launched their attack on the wolves, but fortunately, the wolves’ numbers were great, making it difficult for the witches to focus on specific targets. Several witches were killed or wounded to the point where they were no longer a threat, though losses also occurred among the wolves. Fiona and Leena concentrated on Melisande and searching for other witches. Fiona was convinced that Melisande was channeling the energy of others, and she needed to sever that connection. At the same time, Fiona was stronger than ever before and had no difficulty weakening Melisande. However, she still couldn’t locate the other witches. She sent Leena to scour the territory, certain that the others had to be nearby and needed to be found. Every witch had to be eliminated. It didn’t take Fiona long to gain control over Melisande, directing a fireball toward Alpha Dave. This alpha had meddled in places he didn’t belong, and he would pay the price. The wolves retreated at his command, leaving

Lory’s POV Our wolves—our pack—arrived within minutes of realizing we had returned. They were prepared to defend us, though thankfully, it wasn’t necessary. They had fled, and I was glad they had—at that moment, they had no other choice. Today, history did not repeat itself. “Gather our fallen, and our elders will lead the burial ritual,” Jackson said. With the wolves came witches who had recently joined the pack, ready to fight alongside us against Fiona’s rule. I watched as their eyes scanned the fallen witches—those who had died in battle—but they remained silent. They knew that these witches had been enemies of the wolves, but they said nothing. **“Gather all the fallen witches, perform the rituals to ensure their spirits find peace, and bury them beyond our eastern border. Our patrol must be restored, and six men will accompany you to keep us connected in case you need assistance. If anyone attacks, you must return within the borders immediately,”** I instructed firmly.

Lory's POV I was so tired after these rituals that I didn't even notice when I had fallen asleep. When I woke up the next morning at Jackson's parents' home, I couldn't even figure out where I was. I felt different, something had changed, and I wanted to see if that change would show in my appearance. Looking at myself in the mirror, it seemed as if I had developed an orange and silver glow in my eyes. "Naima, how do you feel?" “I don’t know, I feel rested and full of energy, like I’ve finally been set free. I can’t wait until we shift so I can test whether anything has actually changed,” she said cheerfully, bouncing around in my mind. “I feel the same—rested and free. Like I know exactly what I need to do, and I’m ready to act.” “Well then, what are we waiting for? Let’s get moving, ladies!” Naima laughed. I heard the door to our room open, and I immediately knew that Jackson had returned. I hadn’t closed the bathroom door, and he walked in, standing in the doorway with a spec