Lahat ng Kabanata ng Moonlit Secrets: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

The night settled over the prairie like a velvet blanket, the sky above twinkling with an uncountable number of stars. It felt as though the world was suspended, and every corner of the universe was watching. The ancient temple circle stood at the heart of it all, its stones etched with symbols that held histories and secrets no one could fully understand. It was here, under the gaze of the stars, that unions were blessed, wounds were healed, and promises were made.Tonight, the temple circle held something more intimate, more private than any council decree. Aria walked slowly along the moss-covered path, the air crisp with the scent of night-blooming herbs. The night had an edge to it, but for Aria, it was a moment of quiet anticipation, her heart alive with the promise of Xander’s words from the ruins earlier. For the first time in a long while, there were no walls, no doubts. Everything between them was clear. She could finally breathe with him, alongside him, in ways she had once

The northern borderlands were both sharp and beautiful—jagged cliffs that seemed to carve into the sky. A hush lay over the land, and the air, colder than usual, sent a biting wind over their faces. Below, their pack celebrated Aria’s new title, joyous voices rising into the night. But here, on this precipice of isolation, the world felt quieter, like the calm before a storm.Aria’s heart thudded in her chest as she rode beside Xander, his presence grounding her in a world full of unpredictability. The feel of the reins in her hands kept her focused, though the quiet stirrings of a new life inside her reminded her that she was far from ordinary. She wasn’t just Aria Hartfield anymore. She was Luna.But even Luna could feel vulnerable.The circlet of moonflowers the children had woven for her sat lightly on her brow. She smiled softly at its simplicity, its quiet beauty. A symbol of her strength and connection to the pack. But the life growing inside her was a constant reminder that he

The council hall was built to endure storms of every kind: the ones that raged outside, tearing at the mountains, and the ones that swept through the hearts of wolves, where words were sharper than the biting wind. Its walls, thick with the marks of generations, had witnessed countless oaths, accusations, and decisions, each one leaving its mark. Tonight, the torches burned lower, their flames flickering uneasily in the tense silence that filled the room, as if the hall itself was waiting for the inevitable reckoning.Aria sat at Xander’s right, wrapped in a shawl, still recovering from the collapse and the fever that followed. Every breath she took was a reminder of the life she carried and the sacrifice that being Luna required in a world that demanded everything. Her face was pale, but her eyes were clear, her resolve unbroken. She wore no crown tonight, only the simple braid Rowan had woven for her, a small but meaningful gesture of hope. Xander’s hand rested near hers on the tabl

The central court chambers of Moonrise buzzed with an anxious energy as the Ash Pack’s delegation arrived. Flags bearing the Ash sigil—black wolf on a field of smoldering grey—hung limp against the stone pillars, barely stirring despite the wind creeping through the high slotted windows. Courtiers, healers, warriors, and apprentices lined the perimeter, their eyes sharp, their voices low. They all knew that today wasn’t just a day for diplomacy, but a day of reckoning. The air crackled with the weight of old rivalries and the potential for new alliances—or fresh wounds.Aria stood beside Xander at the front of the hall, her hand resting lightly on the curve of her belly. She wore Luna’s circlet, but kept her presence otherwise unadorned, her posture proud but humble. The ache from the recent days still lingered in her body, the memories of the council’s doubts, and the weight of the blood oath Xander had sworn for her. Yet her spirit was steady, anchored by the unwavering support of t

The pack courthouse stood tall and unwavering, a symbol of both history and hope. Its stone columns, carved with the stories of generations long past, seemed to whisper with the weight of every challenge the pack had faced. The worn steps had been trodden by many, each step a part of the pack's ongoing legacy, whether triumphant or filled with uncertainty. Today, the air inside was thick with anticipation, charged with something new—an energy that hummed through the crowd, mingling with the familiar buzz of routine but with an unmistakable edge.The courtroom was full: elders draped in their crimson shawls, warriors with their arms crossed, young mothers with squirming children at their sides, and healers wearing aprons stained with herbs and blood. The council sat, a stern row of faces, expressions a careful blend of tradition and wariness. They knew that today wasn’t just another gathering—it was a moment that would shape their future.At the center of it all stood Aria, no longer j