Lahat ng Kabanata ng CHASING HIS LUNA BACK: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Alisha's point of viewThe minute I closed the door behind the messenger, my heart began to hammer in my chest. My hands trembled as I clenched the parchment he had delivered. The words blurred for a moment, even though I had already memorized them the first time I read them.The child has been recovered. The rogues are dead. The mother fought. No one survived to report back.I tore the parchment in half.My chest heaved with panic as I staggered to my vanity, gripping the edge to keep myself upright. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. They were supposed to take the child and vanish into the northern forests. She would be a memory, a ghost Aurelia would chase for the rest of her life. And I would be the only one left beside Silas when his world crumbled.Instead, everything was crumbling beneath me.I was so close to becoming Luna. The ceremony was only days away. The council had approved the union, Silas had agreed, and the pack, desperate for stability to supported it.And now t

Aurelia's point of viewI sat beside Sara’s bed, watching the rise and fall of her fragile chest. The soft hum of the machines was the only sound that filled the sterile hospital room. Her tiny fingers were curled loosely against the bedsheet, her skin pale, lips slightly parted. I brushed a stray curl away from her face and leaned closer, pressing my forehead against hers.“You’re safe now,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “Mama’s here. I’m going to make sure no one ever hurts you again.”My throat tightened as I blinked back tears. “They will pay for what they did to you, baby. I swear it on every drop of blood in my body.”The door creaked open.I didn’t need to turn to know who it was. The air shifted. I could feel the weight of his presence behind me the way the scent of pine and steel seemed to fill every inch of the room, the way the hairs on my arms stood up in alert. Silas stood there, silent.“What do you want?” I asked, still facing Sara.“I wanted to see her,” he replied,

Silas's point of viewI stood still for a moment after she walked away. The wind had picked up and the scent of rain lingered, but all I could taste was regret. I had brought her to that café, the first place we ever laughed without fear, hoping to awaken something familiar. Instead, I had only confirmed how far I had fallen in her eyes.“She can never be yours,” her words repeated like a curse in my head.I clenched my fists and turned toward the main road, the packhouse looming in the distance like a graveyard of every broken promise I had ever made to her. She was right. I had failed to protect Kael. I had doubted her loyalty. I let the pack whisper behind her back while I stood silent, convinced by forged truths and damnable lies.But this thing with the sigils, this wasn’t over.I made my way to the northern wing of the packhouse. Dalton was waiting near the surveillance room, arms folded, face drawn tight with something between exhaustion and dread. He didn’t speak at first. Nei

Aurelia's point of viewThe hospital’s fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, but all I could hear was the thrum of panic in my ears. Marcus Draco. That name hadn’t been spoken in years, yet now it slithered back into my life like the venomous serpent it always was.I couldn't stay by Sara’s side a moment longer, not with this dread pooling in my gut. I kissed her forehead, whispered a promise I wasn't sure I could keep, and slipped out of the sterile room.The hallway blurred as I walked faster, barely noticing the faces passing me by. Staff, pack members, guards all melted into the periphery. I was heading to the only person who might still understand the weight of that name. The only one who had survived him with me.That woman was my mother. She have seen hell while living under the safe roof woith me. I nee

Silas's point of viewI stood at the edge of the operation theatre’s observation glass, my heart drumming hard enough to drown out the sounds of the world. Inside, Sara’s body was limp and pale, wires tangled around her small frame like vines on a dying flower. The machines around her beeped erratically. I watched as Aurelia stood beside her, her hand trembling slightly as she reached out.I knew that look on her face. The clenched jaw. The blazing fire in her eyes. She was preparing herself for something. Something more than medicine. Something ancient. Her palm hovered over Sara’s chest, and I swear to the gods, the lights flickered. Just for a second.I narrowed my eyes. The air inside the room shimmered faintly, and Aurelia began to chant something under her breath, barely audible even through the glass. It wasn’t the hospital staff saving my daughter. It was her. Aurelia. And whatever force she was channeling, it wasn’t ordinary.Sara’s body twitched once. Then twice. Then she st