Semua Bab Moonbound: The Rise Of The Alpha: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Lyla’s eyes snapped open.She gasped, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she sucked in air like she had been drowning. For a moment, everything was a blur the dark sky, the towering trees, the circle of Marked Ones surrounding her.Then, it all came crashing back.The fight.The Trial of Shadows.The First Alpha’s words still echoed in her mind."You are ready."Lyla wasn’t sure she agreed.She wasn’t sure she felt ready for anything.Because deep down, she knewSomething inside her had changed forever.And it wasn’t just the power.It was her.The Marked Ones stood in a perfect circle around her, their silver eyes glowing in the darkness.They had been waiting.Watching.Judging.The leader of the Marked Ones finally stepped forward."You survived," they murmured.Lyla sat up, pressing a hand to her chest.The shadows were still there, lurking beneath her skin.They weren’t just a power she could call upon.They were a part of her now.She exhaled shakily.“I told you I would.”

Lyla’s eyes snapped open.For a moment, there was nothing but darkness.Not the kind of darkness that came with the night.Not the absence of light.This was alive.A darkness that pulsed, breathed, coiled around her like it had been waiting for this moment.For her.Lyla exhaled slowly, pressing a hand against the earth beneath her.ExceptIt didn’t feel like the earth.The ground shook at her touch.And the airIt carried her name like a whisper from something ancient.The moment she moved, the shadows moved with her.Not like before.Not like when they followed at her heels, slithering without command.Now, they obeyed her thoughts.Because now, they were hers.And there was no turning back.Lyla lifted her gaze.The Marked Ones had fallen to their knees.They weren’t speaking.They weren’t moving.They were staring at her with something she had never seen in them before.Not just respect.Not just reverence.But fear.She took a step forward, and the entire clearing shuddered bene

Lyla’s eyes snapped open.Her first breath was shallow, filled with an energy so potent it nearly burned her lungs.She wasn’t just waking up.She was being reborn.For a brief moment, she felt weightless, as though she no longer belonged to the world she had known.Everything around her was different.The air was thicker, charged with something primal, something alive.The ground beneath her hummed, like the very earth had recognized her transformation.And thenShe realized she wasn’t alone.The Marked Ones stood in a perfect circle around her, their silver eyes reflecting the eerie glow of the night.But they weren’t watching her.They were kneeling.All of them.Lyla pushed herself up slowly, her body steady yet unfamiliar.She had always fought for respect, always battled to prove her worth.And nowShe had all of it.But instead of feeling victorious, she felt uneasy.Because respect and fear often walked hand in hand.And she wasn’t sure which one they truly felt for her now.T

Lyla sat on the throne of shadows, her fingers gripping the cold, shifting arms of the seat. It was not stone. It was not wood. It was something alive, pulsing with energy, shifting beneath her touch as though testing her.She had thought victory would feel different.That taking her place as Queen would bring some form of relief.But all she felt was pressure.Weight.Like she was sinking into something deeper than she could control.The Marked Ones stood before her, waiting.Their silver eyes reflected the dim torchlight, unwavering in their devotion.She was their ruler now.But was she their leader?Or had she just become another weapon for them to follow?The thought sent a chill down her spine.Because deep down, she wasn’t sure of the answer.The Marked Ones were silent, their presence like a storm waiting to break.Her second-in-command, a warrior with scars running across his arms like a map of past battles, stepped forward."We have waited long enough, my Queen," he said.Ly

The scent of blood was thick in the air.Lyla stood in the middle of the battlefield, surrounded by the bodies of the fallen.The fight had ended hours ago, but the echoes of it still rang in her ears: the clash of steel, the snarls of wolves, the screams of the dying.Her warriors moved through the wreckage, gathering their wounded, finishing off any enemy soldiers who still clung to life.The Marked Ones did not leave survivors.This was not just a battle.It was a message.A warning to anyone who dared to stand against her.And yetAs she looked at the faces of the dead, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted.Something inside her.She had won.But at what cost?Her warriors had set up a temporary camp at the edge of the battlefield, fires burning low, casting long shadows against the trees.Lyla sat at the center, her second-in-command Rhyne at her side.The Marked generals gathered around her, their expressions grim.“We hold this territory now,” Rhyne said, hi