บททั้งหมดของ The White Wolf Luna: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

The forest before dawn was deceptively peaceful. Mist coiled between the trees like lazy ghosts, and the sky above held the faintest blush of gray-blue as the sun prepared to rise. Birds hadn’t yet begun their morning song, as if they too sensed the tension pressing in from all sides. Selene stood alone at the edge of the clearing, cloaked in silence. Her silver eyes scanned the horizon, but her mind was far away. This was it. The final stretch. The path that couldn’t be undone. Behind her, the others stirred, preparing. Weapons were checked. Plans reviewed. Prayers whispered. It was the quiet choreography of those who knew battle was inevitable—and survival wasn’t guaranteed.&

The wind fell silent. Even the trees, which had groaned and rustled with the chaos of battle moments before, stood still. Caden lowered his hands, the foreign chant on his tongue fading into the stillness. His eyes locked on Selene, hovering above the earth, wrapped in silver light. The ancient magic radiating from her lit the battlefield like moonfire. “You have no idea what you’re wielding,” he said, voice cold but trembling at the edges. “That power wasn’t meant for you.” “And yet, it chose me,” Selene replied, her voice clear, sharp as broken glass. “Isn’t that what this has always been about? That I got the thing you couldn’t steal?” &ldquo

 Never had The capital city of Caeloras seen a day as quiet as this. From the ridgeline, Selene saw the golden domes shining in the morning light, pristine, oblivious. No smoke. No sirens. No alarm bells. Only silence and a false calm over streets that had no idea what slithered below them. Rowan squatted next to her, surveying the perimeter. “It looks... normal.” “That’s the problem,” they said. “It shouldn’t look normal. After what happened in the North Woods, the rift tearing through the land, the spirits howling in the wind — this place ought to be in a panic.” “They weren’t because somebody told them not to panic.” Vera stood with them, eyes narro

They left the council chamber in silence, though the echoes of Selene’s declaration seemed to cling to the stone walls like ghosts. The guards didn’t stop them. No one did. Not yet. Power, when spoken boldly, had a way of confusing fear with obedience.Down a narrow spiral stairwell beneath the Archives, the air grew damp and cold. Rowan walked beside Selene, his posture tense.“They’ll come for you tonight,” he said quietly. “Velian won’t let this pass.”Selene didn’t look at him. Her gaze was fixed ahead, at the flickering light beyond the tunnel. “I know. Let them come.”Rowan stopped. “That’s not defiance. That’s suicide.”She turned to him, her face unreadable. “Then teach me how not to die.”He stared at her for a long time, then exhaled. “You’re not the same girl I found bleeding in the snow.”“No,” she said. “I buried her in the forest. Right next to the lies Caden told me.”They walked the rest of the way without speaking.The tunnel opened into a wide, circular room. Old ston

The Circle was broken.Not just the physical structure—the throne shattered, the runes burned clean—but the illusion it had upheld for centuries. Power, prestige, unshakable control… all of it lay in splinters beneath Selene’s feet. Yet the silence that followed wasn’t triumph.It was grief.Because the weight of truth—even when earned—was heavy.The high dome was cracked, open to the night sky. Moonlight poured in through the broken glass, illuminating the wreckage. Selene stood alone near the center, her fingers still tingling with residual power, her heartbeat echoing louder than any sound in the room.Rowan’s voice finally broke the quiet.“Are you alright?”She didn’t answer at first. Her gaze was distant, her thoughts scattered like the ashes around them.“I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel,” she whispered. “I’ve been waiting for this moment—training for it, bleeding for it—and now that it’s here…”Rowan stepped closer. “It doesn’t feel like a victory.”“No,” she said. “It f