Semua Bab Alpha's Rebellious Luna: Bab 121 - Bab 130

(Third-person's POV)Two days had passed since the art team's decision to promote Claire Redwood's accusations, and the werewolf territory networks had erupted into chaos. What had started as a local art controversy in Silvercrest Valley had spread like wildfire, engulfing not only the entire werewolf art community but reaching beyond to wolves who'd never shown interest in art before.The controversy blazed across social media platforms with the intensity of an Alpha territory scandal. Traditional ink painting circles debated furiously with modern art advocates. Even the prestigious New Zealand Academy of Art couldn't escape the drama, with students and faculty divided over one of their own graduates.Natalie's werewolf social media accounts, previously followed by a modest number of art enthusiasts, were suddenly discovered by thousands. Her comment sections flooded with abusive messages:"Fraud! Using pack connections to fake an art career!""Did you even paint any of these you

(Third-person's POV)The morning sun cast long shadows across Silvercrest Valley as the most anticipated art event in territorial history was about to begin. After a sleepless night of anticipation across werewolf social media, the live-streamed painting duel had reached unprecedented heights of discussion.Major territory media outlets had converged at the art exhibition hall entrance like vultures circling prey. Their most advanced live-streaming equipment gleamed in the sunlight, cameras positioned at every conceivable angle. Professional commentators stood ready with microphones, their voices already carrying across the growing crowd."This is unprecedented," one broadcaster announced to his audience. "Never before has a single art challenge generated this level of territorial interest!"The area around the exhibition hall had become completely impassable. Thousands of wolves pressed against makeshift barriers, their excited chatter creating a constant din that echoed off the s

(Richard's POV)The staff moved with practiced efficiency, gathering materials for both competitors. Feathers of various sizes for Claire, and an assortment of candles for Natalie. Both items were easy to procure, which meant the duel could begin without delay.The atmosphere among the Silvercrest Valley noble packs was electric with anticipation. Smiles spread across faces like wildfire, and excited murmurs rippled through our ranks.Claire practically vibrated with eagerness as she approached her designated table. Her confidence was infectious, and I found my own spirits lifting as I watched her examine the feathers with obvious satisfaction.My mind began racing ahead to the profits this victory would bring. Claire's werewolf network popularity would skyrocket after this triumph. Her fame would translate directly into commercial opportunities for the Silverstone pack through our investment agreements.The more formidable Claire became, the more we would benefit. Yes, she demand

(Third-person's POV)The territory media cameras responded instantly to the audience's eager demands. They swiveled away from Claire Redwood's completed feather painting, focusing entirely on Natalie Silverstone's mysterious workspace.Natalie remained steadfast before her easel, paper still inverted above the flickering candles. The black smoke rose in delicate tendrils, carrying countless fine carbon particles that settled like a gentle veil upon the paper's surface.The smoke-painting process was mesmerizing. Each wisp of smoke left its mark, gradually building an image through this revolutionary technique. The entire venue held its breath in anticipation.Claire's eyes widened as she finally witnessed Natalie's approach firsthand. She had expected finger painting or some crude hand technique, given the lack of proper brushes for traditional territory ink art.Instead, Natalie had pioneered something entirely unprecedented. Claire's initial confidence wavered as she watched the

(Florian's POV)As the territory media and crowd surged forward like a tide into the art exhibition hall, I watched from my position across the street with growing amazement. The sea of wolves moving with such enthusiasm was a sight I hadn't expected.Zack and Emma stood frozen near the entrance, their faces displaying pure bewilderment. They looked like wolves who had just witnessed something impossible."So she handled everything by herself?" Henry's voice carried clearly across the space, filled with wonder. "What were we even nervous about before?"Charlotte pulled out a package of dried venison strips, chewing thoughtfully. "I told you all from the beginning not to overthink things," she said between bites. "Natalie always knows what she's doing."Zack nodded slowly, his strategic mind finally catching up to what had just unfolded. "The rhythm was perfect. Every single move was calculated."Emma's smile grew wider as she watched the crowd flow into the exhibition. "Well, gen