Lahat ng Kabanata ng Echoes of Moonfire: Kabanata 181 - Kabanata 190

~Seliora The council chamber reeked of discontent even after the elders had filed out, leaving their disapproving murmurs clinging to the air like smoke. Aeron stayed behind, hunched over the table as though he carried every bitter word on his shoulders. His hands pressed flat against the wood, knuckles pale, eyes distant. I watched him from across the room, silent. He looked less like an alpha, less like a mate, and more like a man who had been left alone with his ghosts too many times. “You’re too quiet,” I said at last. My voice broke the stillness, drawing his gaze to me. “Everything’s going wrong,” he answered, gravel rough. “Don’t say that. Our pack is at peace. There’s food and there are no threats.” I reminded. “There has been news of riots. Wolves attacking our guards and even breaches to our borders.” Aeron replied. “I don’t know what more I can do to make these people understand that their Alpha is not a murderer. I did not kill Reed. My ex-luna did.” “I alway

~Ivy The next morning dawned like any other, yet the seat beside me was empty. Ethan’s crooked grin was nowhere to be found, his careless voice absent from the chatter of class. I told myself I didn’t care, that his absence was a relief. But the hollow ache in my chest betrayed me. I had grown used to his presence — the sharp-witted remarks, the annoying grins, the way he always seemed to know when I needed distraction. By midday, when he still hadn’t appeared, unease curled around my ribs like a tightening vine. By evening, it had become unbearable. So, when the academy lights dimmed and most of the students retreated to their dorms, I slipped out into the night. The air was crisp, leaves whispering secrets overhead. I crouched at the edge of the courtyard and drew a sigil with trembling fingers, whispering the words of the location spell my teacher once showed me. I knew he was most likely fine and I was worrying for nothing but for some reason, I didn’t want to take the chance.

~Ivy The world feels strange when you’re invisible. When everyone doesn’t know you exist. I thought things would feel different after everything. Lighter, maybe. Safer. But instead, the world just went back to the way it was, as if none of it had happened. Everyone smiled, laughed, whispered in the halls, complained about assignments. They looked at me and saw… nothing. Just a girl. Not the one who almost died trying to protect them. Not the one who’d unleashed too much power for her own good. That was my mother’s gift to me. She pressed her hand against my shoulder, promised it would all fade, that I could have a normal life again. She told me that they’ll let me stay now because they didn’t know what I was capable of. And she was right too—everyone forgot. Everyone except Kyle. I had no clue why he didn’t forget but I had too much going on in my head to bother myself with why the person who believed he knew what was best for me didn’t disappear along with the rest. Him rememberin

~Omniscient The night stretched long and empty, the kind of silence that made footsteps sound louder than they do on a normal day. Caelum moved through the ruined orchard with practiced grace, his boots whispering against dry grass. The trees stood like skeletons, their branches bare even though it was not yet winter, their bark scarred from some long-forgotten fire. He paused beneath one of them, laying a hand on the blackened trunk. The pulse he sought was close. His breath stirred, and the air around him shifted, thin currents of power answering his call. He did not need to strain anymore — the hunt had become natural, his senses sharpening with every soul he drained. A figure stepped out from behind the trees, cloaked in gray. Laurent who had guided him all this while stayed close, his exhaustion looking sharper in his eyes than in his body. He nodded once at Caelum. “He is near. Please tell me this is the last one.” “You do not decide for me. Me sparing you does not make

~Omniscient Morning sunlight spilled through the palace windows, soft gold light washing over carved stone pillars and polished floors. The air was warmer than usual, not because of the sun, but because Aeron was laughing — something Obsidian hadn’t heard in too long. Seliora leaned across the low table, snatching the carved wolf piece from the game board before him. “You let me win again.” “I did no such thing,” Aeron said, feigning outrage. But the grin tugging at his lips betrayed him. He looked younger when he smiled, lighter. For the first time in months, the weight on his shoulders seemed to ease. “You did,” Seliora insisted, her voice teasing, though her cheeks flushed when his hand brushed hers reaching for the next piece. “Doesn’t mean I’m not going to win this time.” Seliora smiled as Aeron took her hand and dragged her closer to him, her head close to his chest. He cupped her cheeks and looked her in the eyes. “Are these the eyes of someone who’ll let you win?” Aeron