Semua Bab CHASING HIS LUNA BACK: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Aurelia's point of viewAfter Silas carried Kael away to his room, I was left alone in the echoing quiet of the chamber. The warmth of my son’s body lingered against my chest, but the silence that followed his departure felt sharp, like broken glass pressing into my ribs. I sat on the edge of the bed, eyes lost in the grooves of the carvings on the far wall, though they were now far behind us. Still, they etched themselves into my thoughts like curses refusing to be forgotten.And then, unbidden and cruel, the memory came back to me like it always did when I was alone. The night I made the deal. The night I sold my soul dressed in good intentions.It was raining. The thunder hadn’t stopped for hours, and the forest smelled of wet earth and burning sage. I had followed the whisper of desperation, walking deeper into the ritual grounds of an abandoned bloodstone circle. I had called for him, not by name but by need, and he came, like all devils do, cloaked in shadows and silence. Marcus

Aurelia's point of viewThe hallway was quiet, eerily quiet for this time of night. The scent of pine oil lingered faintly in the air from the morning’s cleaning, but beneath it, I could sense something older, something faintly metallic and cold. My fingers twitched at my sides. I didn’t need to look twice to know the woman standing in the shadows ahead was my mother.She was leaning against the archway near the courtyard, her posture relaxed, but her eyes sharp as daggers in the moonlight. That calm, calculating presence could never be mistaken, not by me. And now, she stood here like a ghost resurrected from memory.“What are you doing here?” My voice sounded hollow in the stillness, almost brittle. My heart was pounding, my breath shallow.She tilted her head and smiled gently, almost warmly. “You’ve grown stronger,” she said instead, as if the years hadn’t passed between us like jagged knives. “It suits you.”I stared at her. The years had touched her face, added lines to the cor

Silas's point of viewThe makeshift camp smelled of sweat, smoke, and desperation. It was the kind of place where people came to disappear, where the forgotten and hunted made temporary homes between the trees and decay. I hadn’t been here in years, but nothing had changed. The wolves still kept their eyes low, their backs hunched, as though the very earth weighed them down. And maybe it did. A place like this could strip a man of his purpose. Could turn him into a ghost before death ever claimed him.Mason didn’t like it. His every movement was tense, shoulders squared like a loaded gun. His fingers twitched near the dagger at his belt, and his eyes never stopped scanning the perimeter. He didn’t need to say it I already knew what he thought.“This is a mistake,” he finally muttered, just loud enough for me to hear.I didn’t respond right away. My gaze was locked on the man who sat across from me, hunched over a rotting wooden bench by a dying fire. Korran Vale. The younger Vale brot

Silas's point of viewThe wind howled through the broken spine of the cliffs as I entered the ruins from the top of the valley. Jagged stones crunched under my boots while shadows clung to the ancient walls like mourning veils. My comrades were around me somewhere—silent ghosts in wolf form—but I still felt unnervingly alone. Korran’s words gnawed at the edges of my thoughts like termites burrowing into rotten wood.You’re too naïve to trust a royal Alpha.The rot doesn’t stop with Roderick.Damn him.I shook off the weight in my chest and moved cautiously, descending deeper into the desolate bones of the forgotten stronghold. The ruins were eerily silent. Stone arches twisted like broken ribs, half-swallowed by vines and thick blankets of moss. I passed through a hollow chamber, its walls blackened by soot and time. Dust clung to the air in slow, dancing spirals.Rubble covered the floor like fallen graves. Everything was still with no signs of life. No voices. No blood. Only the rag

Aurelia's point of viewSilas and I were running, fast, breathless, desperate... with our children strapped to our backs. The forest behind us burned in violent hues, flames snapping at our heels as trees groaned and collapsed into ash. I was in my wolf form sleek, lean, and cloaked in a greyish-blue fur I had almost forgotten existed. It was the kind of color you don’t see on wolves anymore, a shade that belonged to the old bloodline, to something ancient. My paws hit the soil with speed, my heart pounding against my ribs, my ears echoing with the cries of our children. I looked beside me, Silas was there his coat dark and silver-flecked, carrying Kael with practiced strength.And then it happened.The cliff edge came out of nowhere.The ground broke beneath his feet. I turned just in time to see his body falling, Kael screaming. Silas’s eyes locked on mine, wide with helplessness, with a wordless goodbye in them as he vanished into the abyss.I screamed.The sound of my voice yanked