All Chapters of Reborn Of The Moon: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The frost of early dawn clung to the training fields, mist curling around the feet of warriors moving through drills, their breaths like ghosts in the cold. Ariya stood at the edge of the grounds, arms crossed, watching. And Kael was there. For three days since she had told him, "Show me what loyalty looks like," Kael had not left the training grounds. He sparred with every warrior willing to face him, from the smallest scout to the oldest veteran, never refusing a match, never faltering. Ariya’s sharp gaze followed him as he took hit after hit but got back up every time, mud clinging to his tunic, blood crusting along his knuckles. He moved with the relentless determination of a wolf who had chosen his path and would not be turned away. Ember appeared beside Ariya, a steaming cup in hand, her eyes shadowed with quiet approval. "He’s not the kind to break easily." Ariya didn’t look away. "We’ll see." --- Kael fell to his knees after a particularly brutal match with a heavyset

The moonlight was thin over the courtyard as Ariya stood at the balcony, arms crossed as she watched her warriors spar below. She was called the Moon Queen now, the Alpha of Shadow Fang in all but official title, yet the silver crown remained locked in the Moonspire’s vault, untouched. Its weight, even from a distance, felt like a phantom ache on her brow, a promise and a burden she was not yet ready to fully embrace.Maelin’s words from days ago lingered in her mind: "Are you ready to trust him?" The question had been about Kael, about the former heir of a rival pack now serving as her second.Ariya had answered with silence, but the truth was clear—she had accepted Kael’s oath, yet trust was not a single act but a series of choices made day after day, battle after battle. It was a fragile thing, easily shattered, especially when the very history of their kind was riddled with treachery.The coronation could not happen yet, not until she was certain every threat to her people was dis

The moon hung low over the Moonspire, heavy with promise, casting long, silver shadows across the courtyard. Inside the expansive war room, usually reserved for the most critical of pack decisions, the air pulsed with a fierce, barely contained energy. Ariya stood at the head of the long oak table, tracing her fingers across the carved map laid across its polished surface. The map was not just a physical representation of their territory, but a living, breathing entity, marked by the blood and tears of her pack. To her right, Ember stood, arms folded, eyes sharp and unblinking, her presence a silent anchor. To her left, Maelin adjusted the black band around her wrist, a nervous habit, her gaze thoughtful as she absorbed every detail. Kael, his chest still heavily bandaged, leaned against the doorway, refusing to rest, his gaze fixed on Ariya, a silent sentinel.Around the table, a dozen other faces were gathered: the grizzled Alpha-ranked warriors who commanded the pack’s various patr

“He’s here.” Maelin’s voice was barely a whisper, yet it cut through the smoke and the quiet rustle of settling ash as Ariya turned, her golden eyes narrowing. The cold dawn breeze lifted her hair as she scanned the treeline, the world slowing, the sound of crackling embers and distant moans from the wounded Watchers fading into silence. And then he stepped out. He moved like shadow, like mist at dawn—tall, broad-shouldered, his dark cloak fluttering around him as he emerged from the trees. His black hair fell in damp waves, a few strands clinging to sharp cheekbones dusted with ash. His lips curled in a faint, unreadable smile as his gaze swept over the ruins, the fallen Watchers, the dying fires. But it was his eyes that struck her most. Red. Deep, living red, like embers caught in a storm, glowing softly under the pale dawn, and when they met hers, Ariya felt something seize in her chest—a quiet, breathless pull, like the world itself had stilled to watch him. “Who is that

The smell of roasted venison and spiced root vegetables drifted through the Moonspire courtyard, smoke from the open fire curling into the crisp evening air. The aroma was a comforting blanket, a stark contrast to the recent scent of ash and blood. Wolves lounged in smaller circles, their fur gleaming in the firelight, laughter and low conversation weaving with the crackle of flames. It was a moment of rare peace, the kind they had not felt in months, a collective exhale after the brutal raid on Stone Hollow.Ariya sat cross-legged near the fire, her cloak draped loosely over her shoulders, the warmth seeping into her bones. Ember was beside her, slicing fruit with easy precision, her hair catching the glow of the flames, her movements fluid and unhurried. Maelin was like a shadow just beyond the fire’s immediate reach, a silent, almost invisible presence, quietly sharpening a blade. Her eyes, dark and watchful, flicked between the laughter around them and Ariya’s still form, ever vi