Semua Bab Moonlit Secrets: Bab 191 - Bab 197

The aftermath of a crisis always left a strange, echoing vacuum in its wake. Three days had passed since Lyra’s fall on the training grounds, and the frantic, terrifying adrenaline that had flooded the healing tent had finally dissolved, replaced by the steady, quiet rhythm of recovery. Lyra was healing beautifully—her youth and the Alpha blood in her veins accelerating the mending of her torn muscle and seated shoulder—but Xander had practically moved his Alpha duties into her bedroom, refusing to let his daughter out of his sight.With Xander playing the overprotective warden and Sienna capably managing the daily triage of the medical wing, Aria found herself with a rare, undisturbed afternoon. She retreated to the one place in Moonrise that truly belonged only to the quiet rustle of history: her private archive room.Located directly beneath the main floor of the Alpha estate, the archive was a subterranean sanctua

The climb was steep. The air, thin and biting.Every breath they took plumed into thick, white clouds, instantly swept away by the howling winds of the upper peaks.They left the warmth of the village far below. They left the smoldering Great Hearth, the linked hands, and the joyous, unified hum of the pack.This final ascent was not for the masses.It was a pilgrimage.Aria climbed steadily, her boots crunching against the ice-slicked granite. Xander walked a half-pace ahead of her, his massive frame breaking the brunt of the mountain wind so she wouldn't have to.Behind them came the reformed Pack Council.Vane, relying heavily on his walking stick, his grizzled face set in quiet determination. Marcus, silent and vigilant. Sienna, her gray hair whipping in the wind, her dark eyes clear and focused. And Lyra, walking with the boundless, resilient energy of youth, despite her bound

The courtyard outside the Sanctuary of the Hearth had finally learned how to breathe. For centuries, the grounds surrounding the medical wing had been a barren stretch of dirt where wounded warriors were hastily dropped off. Now, the earth was reclaimed. Flagstone paths wove through terraced gardens, dormant beneath the lingering frost but promising spring. Aria walked beside Xander, her hand resting comfortably in the crook of his arm. The crisp midday wind swept off the higher peaks, but the sheer volume of bodies gathered in the courtyard created a buffer of ambient warmth. The entire pack of Moonrise was present, their breath rising in synchronized plumes of white mist. They were joined by visiting apprentices from the allied packs, their varied tunics a testament to the Treaty of Blood and Light. Today was not a day for council disputes. It was a day of commemoration.At the center of the courtyard, dominating the intersection of the newly l