Semua Bab The White Wolf Luna: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Selene took shallow breaths, that the impact of her transformation laid on her. The silver light that had once twinkled at her fingertips now thrummed beneath her skin, waiting, lurking. She balled her hands into fists, looking at Rowan and Agnes as their eyes pierced her.“I have to understand who it is I’ve become,” she said, her voice steadier than she felt. “If I don’t, I’ll not only be a danger to myself — I’ll be a danger to everybody.”Rowan’s silvery gaze caught hers as he rumbled, low and deep, as who he was radiated from him like a star. “It’s not just you who’s scared, Selene.” His voice was in her head, resonating loud and clear but tinged with a feeling she couldn’t quite put a name on. “The old stories tell of wolves like you — walking between worlds, stuck to something greater than any pack. But those wolves either went down in legend … or as warnings.”Selene swallowed hard. "Warnings?"Agnes stepped up, her silver braids shining in the dimmed lighting. “They are rare,

Selene was on the periphery of the clearing, her body still throbbing with the latest sparks of buzz that consumed her. The silver light in her eyes had faded, but the burden of her transformation lay heavy on her breast. Rowan was at her side, his white fur matted with dried blood. He hadn’t been far from her since she’d opened her eyes. Agnes did not respond, but she was watching her carefully, as though waiting for something.Selene tightened her grip, her nails digging into her palms.“So this is it,” she muttered, her voice low from fatigue. “This is what I am now.”Rowan tilted his head, his wolf eyes blank. “You sound disappointed.”“Should I be thrilled?” she snapped. “I didn’t ask for this. I never requested to be tied to a ghost cipher, or to hear halcyon chime from gods, or be able to feel the earth’s pulse beneath the surface of my skin.” She turned toward him, frustration spilling out. “You knew, didn’t you? You knew this would happen.”Rowan changed, his shape went smudg

The echo of Selene’s howl lingered in the air, weaving through the trees like a ghostly command. She stood at the heart of the clearing, breathless, as the energy she had unleashed vibrated through her bones. The power of the Blood Oath was old—older than any of them—and now that it had been spoken, it could not be undone.Rowan was the first to break the silence. “Do you have any idea what you just did?” His voice was low, controlled, but his eyes burned with intensity.Selene turned to face him. “I called them,” she said simply.“You summoned them,” Vera corrected, stepping forward with an expression somewhere between awe and wariness. “The Blood Oath isn’t just a message—it’s a binding. You’ve forced every wolf within range to hear you, and more than that, you’ve challenged them.”Selene lifted her chin. “Good.”Rowan let out a sharp breath, raking a hand through his hair. “You don’t get it, do you?” His voice had an edge of desperation now. “This isn’t just a battle cry—it’s a dec

Selene stood at the center of the gathering, the weight of her new role pressing against her shoulders. The moment Elias had clasped her hand, the pack had shifted. They were still wary, still uncertain, but she had done enough to plant the first seeds of trust. Now she had to make them grow. She turned to face them, scanning the crowd. The moon hung heavy in the sky, bathing the clearing in silver light. Faces stared back at her—some expectant, some doubtful, but all watching. “This isn’t just about me,” Selene began, her voice strong despite the storm of emotions swirling inside her. “It never was. It’s about survival. It’s about standing against tyranny. Caden has spent years tightening his grip on us, using fear to keep us divided. He tells you he’s protecting you, that his rule is

The fire crackled low in the center of their encampment, casting flickering shadows on the faces gathered around it. The night air carried the scent of damp earth and pine, mixing with the ever-present tension hanging between them. No one spoke for a long time. Selene sat with her back straight, her arms wrapped around herself. The whispers had quieted—for now. But she could feel them just beneath the surface, waiting. Watching. Testing her resolve. Rowan stood across from her, pacing near the edge of the firelight. His jaw was set, his hands curled into fists. She knew that look. He was barely containing his frustration. Finally, he stopped and turned to face her. “You’re asking too much of yourself.”