Lahat ng Kabanata ng Moonbound: The Rise Of The Alpha: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

The morning air was sharp, biting against Lyla’s skin as she stepped through the ruins of the battlefield.The fires had long since died out, leaving behind only the charred remains of what had once been warriors, enemies, and pieces of a world that no longer existed.The world was changing.Because she was changing it.Her throne was no longer a seat made of shadows alone.It was built from the ashes of the old order.She had won.But the cost had been steep.The Elders had been forced into retreat.The packs that had once ruled these lands now watched from the shadows, waiting, hesitating afraid.Lyla inhaled deeply, her silver eyes locked onto the horizon.The weight of what came next settled over her shoulders like a storm cloud.Because even though she had struck firstThe Elders would not stay silent.They would strike back.And this time, they would come with everything they had left.The Marked Ones gathered in the heart of the ruins, their silver eyes gleaming in the dim ligh

The ruins of the Eastern Keep still smoked from the fires of war.Lyla stood at the highest point of the fallen fortress, her silver eyes scanning the battlefield below.The bodies of the Elders and their warriors were scattered across the broken ground, their once-powerful order reduced to nothing but corpses and ash.The Marked Ones moved like ghosts, collecting their own fallen, tending to the wounded, securing what was left of the stronghold.But no one spoke.No one cheered.Because victory did not feel like triumph.It felt like the world had just shifted in a way that could never be undone.Lyla exhaled slowly, closing her eyes for just a moment.This was what she had fought for.What she had bled for.And yet, the weight of it settled over her like a cage.Because the war had ended.And now, she had to decide what came next.When she finally turned from the edge of the ruins, her warriors were waiting.Not just the generals.Not just the strongest.All of them.Hundreds of sil

The fires had long since died, but the scent of blood still clung to the air.Lyla stood at the highest point of the ruined Eastern Keep, staring out over the land she had claimed.Victory had been hers.The Elders were gone.The old world had crumbled at her feet.But this this silence, this weight pressing down on her chest this did not feel like triumph.The Marked Ones moved below, carrying out their duties in eerie quiet, reinforcing the stronghold, tending to the wounded, stacking the bodies of the fallen.There should have been a celebration.There should have been relief.Instead, there was waiting.Because even though they had won, everyone knewThis war was far from over.The wind howled through the broken stone, sweeping through the remains of the keep.Lyla had claimed this throne by blood.By strength.By proving to the world that she was unbreakable.But sitting upon it now, she did not feel like a ruler.She felt like a weapon waiting to be used again.Her hands curled

The city lay in ruins, but it was not dead.Lyla stood at the edge of what had once been a great civilization, its blackened spires piercing the sky like the ribs of a beast long decayed. A jagged path led into the heart of the forgotten city, where the weight of something ancient pressed against her skin like unseen hands.She inhaled deeply.The air here was wrong.Not stale. Not rotten.But empty.It held no scent of life. No trace of time. As if nothing had ever lived here or if something had, it had been erased so completely that even the memory of its existence had been swallowed by the void.The Marked Ones stood behind her, their silver eyes flickering with unease. They were warriors, born for battle, bred for war. But even they sensed the unnatural stillness, the unnatural waiting.They did not ask if they should go forward.Because Lyla had already taken the first step.And once she moved, there was no turning back.Their boots crunched over broken stone, but the sound was q

Lyla stepped forward, her boots scraping against the stone floor of the ruined chamber.The air around her still crackled with the aftershocks of her battle, but the thing she had fought the thing that should not have existed was gone.Not dead.Not defeated.Just… waiting.She exhaled, rolling her shoulders, forcing herself to remain steady.She had won this fight.But she had not won the war.The Marked Ones were still above, somewhere in the city ruins.If they were still alive.She could feel the weight of something shifting above her, the city itself stirring as if it had finally woken up.And whatever had been waiting here for centuries was no longer willing to stay hidden.Lyla inhaled sharply and moved.The chamber stretched endlessly, its towering walls covered in strange, pulsing carvings that flickered in and out of existence.Every step felt like she was walking between worlds.Between what was real and what was not.Her fingers brushed the stone, tracing the symbols. They