All Chapters of The White Wolf Luna: Chapter 171 - Chapter 177

The council chamber loomed vast and cold, carved into the heart of the mountain like a cathedral to judgment. Tall pillars of black stone rose to meet a vaulted ceiling, etched with runes that glimmered faintly under the torchlight, their meaning lost to most but still carrying the weight of law older than memory. At the far end of the chamber sat the Council of Elders, thirteen figures draped in robes of shadow and silver, their faces caught between torchlight and darkness. Their eyes glowed faintly, wolf-light hidden yet never fully suppressed, as though each elder sat not only as man but as beast.Selene and Rowan were led down the center aisle, their footsteps echoing in the silence. Every sound seemed magnified, the scrape of their boots, the faint rustle of Rowan’s coat as his hand brushed hers for the briefest moment, even the uneven breath she fought to steady. The chamber was nearly full, wolves gathered along the tiered stone benches that lined the sides, their voices held b

The chamber still trembled from the echo of Fenric’s voice, the word exile burning through the air like fire that could not be extinguished. Selene’s heart beat so hard she thought the sound alone would draw every eye to her, yet all gazes remained locked upon the figure who had emerged from shadows thought long sealed. Fenric stood motionless, his presence enough to unmake silence, violet eyes reflecting the pale light that filtered down from the narrow shafts above. His breath came slow, steady, unhurried, as though time itself obeyed him, and the council of Elders, for the first time in living memory, looked unsettled.The High Elder rose from his stone seat, his robe trembling against his shoulders though his voice came out sharp. “This is no council for the dead. You were cast out, Fenric of the Broken Moon. Your blood is severed, your name stripped, your voice silenced. You are nothing.”Fenric tilted his head slightly, almost in pity, though no smile touched his mouth. “If I we

The silence that followed Selene’s declaration was short-lived. The chamber erupted into chaos, the High Elder slamming his staff against the stone dais with such force that cracks split the marble beneath his feet. His voice rose, not as a command but as a desperate scream, the sound of a man who felt power slipping from his grasp.“Seize her! Seize them all!”But no one moved. The Pack—hundreds of wolves pressed into the chamber—hesitated. Their eyes flicked between Selene’s shining figure and the trembling Elder, between the silver light still burning in her eyes and the black shards of the shattered chain at her feet.It was Rowan who spoke first, his voice carrying over the din, steady and cutting. “Do you see it? Do you still believe her cursed, when she survived the very weapon meant to end her? Do you still call her a danger, when it is your own leaders who kept forbidden poison hidden?”A murmur spread, uncertain but growing. Fenric stepped forward, his towering presence comm