Semua Bab Lunar Lake: Bab 81 - Bab 90

82 (Camerin’s POV) The moon hung high, casting silver light across the stretch of neutral forest that separated our land from what was left of Jaxson’s territory. Wind rustled through the trees like whispers. I stood still, one hand resting on the hilt of my knife, the other buried deep in my coat pocket. I wasn’t here to fight but I wasn’t stupid enough to come unarmed either. Marcus arrived late. His scent hit me before I saw him burned pine and stress. He emerged from the shadows like a ghost, thinner than I remembered, the sharp edges of his face more pronounced beneath the low light. He didn’t look like a Beta anymore. He looked hunted. “You’re alone,” I said, more observation than question. He nodded. “Couldn’t risk anyone seeing me. Jaxson has eyes… everywhere.” I motioned him closer. “You said in your message people were disappearing.” Marcus leaned against a tree, breathing heavy, like every word was a weight. “It started with the weak. The injured. Wolves who didn’t f

84 (Kathryn’s POV) We had brought Scott from Carson’s hospital to ours so he would be closer to me. Plus we didn’t want to bring Carson into this war with us. He had done enough already. The hospital wing was quiet, save for the steady rhythm of the heart monitor beside Scott’s bed. The lights were low, curtains drawn against the morning glare. He hadn’t moved, not once, since the crash. His face was pale, the bruises and cuts fading only slightly. If not for the machines keeping time with his heartbeat, he would’ve looked like he wasn’t even here anymore. Tyler stood near the doorway, arms crossed, jaw tight. Lena stepped forward without hesitation, her coat billowing behind her like smoke. She approached the bed slowly, her hands already moving in intricate patterns. Fingers traced unseen runes in the air, whispering in a language I didn’t know but felt down to my bones. I hovered close to Scott, needing to be near, but trying not to get in her way. “He’s not just sleeping,” L

86 (Third Person POV – Ritual at the Pack Clearing) Lena needed another Alpha for the ritual, so she contacted Carson to join her. An hour before the ritual was to begin, he arrived with three cars loaded with his warriors to help out. Tyler was happy to see them. The clearing in the woods had been marked hours ago, carved with symbols that shimmered faintly under the moonlight. It was deep enough into neutral territory that no pack boundary was crossed, but the land still felt old like it remembered older magics and didn’t always welcome new ones. Lena stood at the center, barefoot, her dark skirts billowing slightly in the wind. Her voice was low as she murmured to the elements, eyes closed, palms raised to the sky. A ring of salt and ash circled her, broken only at one point where Scott lay unconscious on a makeshift stone platform, pale and still. Kate stood just beyond the edge of the circle, flanked by Tyler on one side and Alpha Carson on the other. Camerin, Micah, and se

88 (Tyler’s POV) The war room was thick with tension. Maps were pinned to every surface, notes and sightings scrawled in fast, angry handwriting. Celia stood off to one side, arms crossed. Camerin hovered near the table, lips pressed in a tight line. Alpha Carson leaned forward over the central map, his knuckles white against the polished wood. Lena entered last, her expression grim. I didn’t wait for formalities. “What did you find?” Lena placed both hands on the edge of the table, staring down like it might bite her. “It’s worse than we thought.” No one spoke. We waited. She looked up, gaze sharp. “Jaxson isn’t just using dark magic. He’s opened something old. Something buried. The rituals he’s performing they’re blood magic, yes, but more than that. They’re tied to an entity, or a presence. I don’t know if he’s summoning it, serving it, or becoming a vessel for it… but it’s watching us now.” Alpha Carson swore under his breath. Celia visibly paled. Even Camerin stilled. Lena

90 (Kate’s POV) The tent was quiet, the kind of quiet that pressed in too close after what we’d just witnessed. My body ached with tension as I pulled the blanket up over my shoulders, trying to shut out the chill. The ward stones outside still flickered softly, a pulsing reminder of what lay beyond. Tyler wanted me to rest. I needed to. But sleep didn’t come easily. When it finally did, it was broken and shallow, filled with images of hollow wolves and trees that bled ink. I woke up sometime before dawn with a knot in my stomach. Groggy and nauseous, I shoved off the blankets and pushed myself upright, hoping it was just leftover adrenaline. It wasn’t. By the time I reached the latrine tent, I barely made it before throwing up. Twice. Afterward, I rinsed out my mouth with a canteen and stared at myself in the mirror nailed to a tree just outside. My reflection didn’t look like someone sick with a stomach bug. My skin was a little pale, sure. But in my eyes they weren’t tired. The