Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Broken Luna Returns: Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

The forest didn’t quiet down after Kaelen vanished.If anything, it grew even more thicker.The air felt drawn thin, like a held breath that refused to release. We continued forward in silence, each step measured, every sound scrutinized. Even Winter had stopped making comments, which somehow made things worse.Fenrir stayed close, too close to be casual, but not close enough to suffocate me in a sense. His presence was steady, deliberate. Protective without being loud about it.I kept thinking about Kaelen’s eyes.That look of interest in his eyes, that was mixed with excitement? Honestly, that person was hard to read.Like I was a problem he was excited to solve.We reached a narrow ravine by mid-morning. Silver-leafed trees bent over it, their branches arching together like a natural bridge. Below, water flowed quietly, clear enough to see smooth stones lining the bottom.Gabriel finally broke the silence. “We stop here.”Fenrir nodded. “Good choke point.”Oragon scanned the treeli

We didn’t make it to dawn.The first scream reverberated throughout the forest in a manical way.I bolted upright, my heart slamming against my ribs. The wards Fenrir had set flared bright blue, rippling through the trees like a wave of light.“Everyone, gather!” Fenrir snapped.Steel rang out immediately.Winter was already on his feet, knives flashing in his hands, while Oragon moved like a shadow, disappearing into the darkness beyond the fire. Gabriel raised his staff, murmuring a spell under his breath.Lysara froze for half a second, then swore softly in Elvish that I couldn't understand.“They didn’t wait,” she said.Another scream erupted, closer this time.Fenrir grabbed my wrist. “Stay behind me.”I nodded, forcing my legs to move as we backed toward the center of the camp. The forest exploded into motion. Dark figures burst through the trees, fast and silent, their armor swallowing the moonlight.Assassins.Not scouts.They moved with deadly precision, they were too coordin

Fenrir didn’t wake right away.That was the first thing I noticed once the adrenaline faded and the forest settled back into an uneasy silence.The legion was gone, howver, remnans of the taste of blood still lingered in the air.I sat beside Fenrir, my knees drawn to my chest, my fingers still loosely wrapped around his hand. I was afraid that if I let go, something would happen to him.Winter was lying a few feet away, propped against a tree while Gabriel worked on sealing his wound. He was pale but conscious.“Next time,” Winter muttered, “Let's just try and make a run for it. Fighting takes a lot of energy and work, not to mention the blades of the enemy can chop our head off in one fell swoop.”“No one forced you to jump in front of that battle, no less their flying swords directed at us,” Gabriel replied without looking up.Winter smirked weakly. “You saying you wouldn’t?”Gabriel didn’t answer.Lysara moved quietly around the clearing, reinforcing protective shields for us. Eve

We didn’t move for a long time.Fenrir was breathing unevenly, making all of us wary. His arms were wrapped tightly around me, refusing to let go. I know he wasn't fully asleep since he has heigtened senses. Perhaps fifty percent awake and asleep? If that is even possible.I rested my forehead against his shoulder, afraid that if I moved too much, I'd wake him up.“Don’t fall asleep,” I whispered.His breath brushed my hair. “Wasn’t planning on it.”Winter crouched nearby, wiping blood from his blade. “You two done nearly dying, or should I schedule another panic attack for all of us?”Despite everything, a weak smile tugged at my lips.Gabriel knelt beside us, hands glowing faintly as he re-checked Fenrir’s condition. His expression was tight and laser focused, but worried in a way I’d never seen before.“The fracture has finally stabilized,” he said slowly. “But his core…it's experiencing some sort of alteration.”Fenrir stiffened. “Alteration, how?”Gabriel hesitated. “It reacted t

The hidden road did not look like a road at all.At first, it was nothing more than a narrow stretch of forest where the trees grew unnaturally close together, their trunks twisting inward as if they were guarding something precious. The air felt thicker there, heavy with old magic that pressed gently against my skin, testing, listening.Fenrir stood at the edge of it, breathing slower than usual. His face was pale, jaw set tight, silver hair damp with sweat. Whatever he had done back there, whatever power he had forced out of himself, it was still taking its toll on him, and I'm starting to get worried. What if there ar eharsher effects the more he utlizes his power?“This path won’t open unless I allow it,” he said quietly.Gabriel studied the trees. “You’re sure you’re strong enough?”Fenrir didn’t answer immediately. He lifted his hand instead, pressing his palm against the bark of the nearest tree. His fingers trembled just slightly.“I don’t need strength,” he said. “I need bloo