บททั้งหมดของ Lunar Lake: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

122 (Tyler’s POV) Camerin didn’t knock. He stormed into my office, mud still on his boots, his jaw tight. That alone told me whatever he found wasn’t good. Kate was perched on the edge of my desk, arms folded, refusing to leave even though I’d asked her twice before the door opened. Camerin shut it behind him and stood stiff as a post. “We caught a wolf on the border. He was sent.” I straightened slowly. “Sent? By Jaxson?” Camerin nodded once. “He came with a message. Said Jaxson’s watching. Said he’ll come for what’s his.” Kate’s voice was sharp from beside me. “What does that even mean?” Camerin hesitated before speaking, eyes flicking to her, then to me. “The wolf said the land. The pack. The Luna. The baby.” His tone was flat, but there was a weight behind the words, a promise of violence coming our way. Kate went very still. I felt her tense through the bond before the anger followed, hot and fast. “He doesn’t get to threaten my child.” I turned back to Camerin. “Anythin

124 (third party POV) The entire pack stood frozen for the first time since the fighting began. Smoke curled from the edges of the circle where the witches knelt, their chests rising and falling too quickly, eyes still glowing faintly as they held the wards together with sheer stubbornness. One of them, the youngest, was slumped half-conscious in Lena’s arms, her face bloodless, magic burned nearly out of her. The wolves had formed up again, shoulders heaving, claws dripping, eyes glowing gold in the dying light. Camerin limped back into the line, one hand pressed to his ribs, but he didn’t fall back. He refused to. Tyler stalked the edge of the circle like a caged storm, jaw tight, eyes darting from the wards to the dark tree line where the creature lingered. It hadn’t shown itself yet but everyone felt it. The air was wrong. The forest, silent. Even the wind held its breath. Kate moved toward Tyler but didn’t speak. Her hand found his arm, anchoring him as the pack held the lin

126 (Tyler’s POV) The war room was heavy with smoke and sweat. Maps covered the table, marked with circles and Xs where wards had fallen, where the creature had burned through our defenses before we ended it. Camerin stood on my right, Beta Marcus on my left, both waiting for orders. Kate leaned against the far wall, one hand unconsciously pressed low over her stomach where that hit from battle still had me grinding my teeth every time I thought about it. I slammed my hands down on the table. Hard. “Enough,” I growled, the word carrying through every corner of the room. “We are done waiting for Jaxson’s witch to summon another one of those things. We move first.” Camerin’s eyes narrowed. He already knew what was coming. “Special forces,” I snapped. “Every scout, every hunter, every damn warrior who can track a shadow in the dark. Find that witch. End her. No more creatures, no more surprises.” Camerin nodded once, sharp. He didn’t ask how far to go. He knew I meant for them to fi

128 (Third Party POV) Camerin and his hunters scoured every inch of the clearing where the witch had fallen. They burned the last scraps of fabric, broke open the obsidian bowl, even dug through the blackened earth where the runes had once pulsed with power. But there was nothing. No flicker of magic. No lingering presence. No more threats hiding under the soil. The witch’s death had severed whatever dark tether had tied Jaxson’s wolves to something worse. Without her spells, they were just wolves again dangerous, feral maybe, but mortal. When Camerin returned to the pack lands, Tyler was waiting by the war table. “Tell me,” Tyler demanded. Camerin shook his head. “It’s gone. Whatever magic she used died with her. Jaxson’s wolves are on their own now.” Tyler leaned back, arms crossed, thinking it through. A threat, yes, his expression said, but not the same kind. “They’ll fight,” Tyler said slowly. “But without her… they bleed like the rest of us.” Tyler gave his orders: Stren

130 (Tyler’s POV) We moved out as the last of the light bled from the sky. Camerin led the hunters up front, his bow slung across his back, rifle in hand. Marcus’s men flanked our side, tense but steady they’d given me their word. For tonight, that would have to be enough. The air was thick with the scent of pine, cold earth, and something else. Something older. Even the wind carried it like a warning. We ran fast and silent through the forest, wolves shifting at intervals along the line, some padding ahead to scout, others staying in human form with weapons ready. I stayed near the center, eyes sharp on the ridgelines above us. This wasn’t just a hunt. It was an execution waiting to happen. As we crossed the border into what had been Jaxson’s territory, the trees grew denser, the trails narrower. His people had lived here for generations, but now? The place felt… wrong. Camerin raised a hand, signaling a halt. He crouched low, studying the dirt path ahead. “Tracks,” he murmured