Semua Bab The White Wolf Luna: Bab 141 - Bab 150

The light did not stop pouring from the altar when it first cracked, but surged until the entire chamber swam in brilliance that seared the eyes and drowned the air, pressing against skin like water though it burned with a coldness that made breath falter. Fenric staggered yet did not fall, his body trembling as the torrent of silver flooded through him, every nerve alive with voices not his own, thousands upon thousands of cries that had been silenced for centuries. Kaela shielded her face with her arms, her teeth clenched as if the weight of those voices pressed on her bones, while Sira forced her silverlight outward in a desperate attempt to hold herself steady against the force of the revelation.When the first image came it did not arrive gently but shattered through the light as though memory itself could not be contained any longer. The walls dissolved and the chamber became a forest long dead, the scent of pine rich in the air, the sound of running water echoing through the t

The night lay suffocated by the trembling moon, its light fractured and pale, spilling across the clearing where the wolves stood divided. The silver column that had borne Fenric into sight still glimmered faintly at his back, like the lingering breath of something ancient, but the brilliance was fading, leaving only shadows stretched long across the torn ground. Raelin held her sword raised, her eyes burning, her voice ragged as it carried across the wolves. “Do not bend your knees to him, do not mistake light for strength, do not let blood that is not of the Pack bind your loyalty, he is no Alpha, he is a vessel for what was meant to be buried.”Yet her words faltered as one after another, wolves stepped forward and lowered themselves to the ground, their knees pressed to the dirt, their eyes locked upon Fenric not with worship but with grim recognition. The first to kneel was Kaela, her blades still in her hands but lowered, her voice steady though her heart thundered within her ch

The spectral wolf that had stepped from the rift stood motionless, its body shimmering like mist caught in the faint breath of moonlight, its eyes locked onto Fenric with such terrible familiarity that even the strongest wolves of the Pack struggled to hold their ground beneath its gaze. The silence that followed its question was not truly silence at all, for every wolf’s breath came ragged and uneven, every heartbeat thudded heavy and discordant, and the fractured hum of the moon above them seemed to reverberate in their bones as though it too demanded an answer.Fenric’s throat felt dry, his lips cracked from the weight of the howl that had washed over them, and yet his voice rose clear, though each word seemed to carve itself out of him like a blade cutting flesh. “If you are what was taken, if you are the voices that the Elders buried, then I cannot bury you again, but I will not let your cries turn us into nothing but mourners chained to the dead. If I carry you, then it will be

The echo of Fenric’s name still vibrated in the air, a sound so heavy that it seemed to weigh down the very bones of those who heard it, and as the Pack clutched the earth beneath them, some trembling and some openly weeping, the shadow wolf’s massive form loomed above them, its eyes burning like twin stars that seemed too ancient for this world. The silence that followed was not a silence born of peace but of suffocation, because no wolf dared breathe too loudly for fear that the very sound would draw the shadow’s full attention.Fenric’s heart hammered so hard in his chest that he thought it might burst, but with each strike he felt his blood respond, not in fear but in recognition, as though something within him that had always lain dormant had suddenly awoken. He swallowed, his mouth dry, his hands trembling at his sides, and when he finally found his voice it was weak, cracked, but carried enough weight to break the stillness. “I do not remember you, but my blood does.”The shado

The howl still lingered in the night air, stretching across the forest as though the very trees carried it from root to branch, and though it echoed like a wolf’s voice, none of them could mistake it for their own. It was sharper, deeper, and carried within it a resonance that made every bone in their bodies ache as though it had plucked something hidden within their marrow. The Pack stood frozen, the hair along their spines bristling as instinct warred with fear, because their instincts told them to answer the call, yet their fear whispered that to answer was to give themselves over to something that did not belong to them.Kaela swallowed hard, her throat dry, her hands curling into fists as she forced her voice to remain steady. “Do not answer it, not a word, not a sound. Whatever that is, it wants us to believe we share its blood, but we do not. Hold your silence.”Her words pressed against the Pack like a shield, but the unease did not vanish. Wolves shifted on their feet, claws