Semua Bab You rejected your Luna: One Chance is all you Get. : Bab 211 - Bab 220

Lucas’ POVThe clang of metal meeting metal echoed faintly across the courtyard.A harsh, dry wind swept through the open space, carrying dust and the faint scent of sweat and iron. Once, this place had been vibrant — a proud barracks where Mattias’ warriors trained, laughed, and fought with honor. Now it was something else entirely. Something colder.The banners that once bore Mattias’ insignia had been ripped away. In their place hung Selena’s — dark crimson cloth with the silver outline of a crescent serpent. They swayed lazily in the air, as if mocking the ghosts that still lingered here.I stood near the old sparring pit, watching as two of Selena’s “warriors” fought. Their movements were fluid, but not natural. Too perfect. Too sharp. The sound of their bones cracking back into place after each brutal hit made my skin crawl.These weren’t werewolves. Not anymore.I swallowed hard, forcing my expression to remain neutral as one of them landed a crushing blow to the other’s ribs,

Gunner’s POVThe night air had a thickness to it I didn’t like. It clung to my skin, heavy with the kind of silence that carried weight—like the world was holding its breath, waiting for something to happen.We were already a good distance away from the witch’s territory, but the image of her still sat in my head—the way her eyes had gleamed through the smoke when she spoke about Selena. The way her voice dropped when she said the name, as though it carried an omen. I didn’t like that either.Richard walked ahead of me, calm as ever, his coat brushing against the wet grass as we moved. He didn’t say a word, and neither did I. Not because there was nothing to say, but because anything said now would sound like defiance.I kept my silence until we reached the point where the trees began to thin. “So, that’s it?” I muttered. “We wait for the full moon like she said?”Richard didn’t turn. His tone was level when he replied. “We don’t have a choice, Gunner. She’s not an opponent you rush i

Lucas’s POVThe ground was hard beneath my palms. Dust stuck to the sweat on my skin, the air thick with the scent of dirt and iron.“Again,” one of Selena’s betas barked.I straightened, jaw tight. My chest rose and fell, each breath heavier than the last. Across from me, a warrior twice my size grinned, baring his teeth like this was some kind of game. His knuckles were already bleeding. Mine weren’t much better.I didn’t want to be here.But I didn’t have a choice.“Alpha’s orders,” they said. Training builds discipline.Discipline. That was the word they used when they wanted to disguise cruelty.I met the warrior’s gaze again. He lunged first, his movements fast, too confident. I stepped aside, caught his arm, and twisted. He grunted, tried to grab me with his free hand, but I slammed my shoulder into his ribs and sent him stumbling back.It wasn’t enough.Before I could reset my stance, another boot slammed into my stomach. I fell backward, the air knocked out of me. The laughte

Calista’s POVThe look on Selena’s face when I told her I’d be staying a few days was… priceless.She didn’t even try to hide the subtle twitch at the corner of her jaw, or the quick blink that followed before her lips curved into what she must’ve thought was a gracious smile. Oh, she tried, bless her dark, venom-laced soul—but that moment of falter was all I needed. I could almost taste it. The faint discomfort that rippled through her composure like a crack through glass.“I see,” she had said smoothly, her voice steady but her eyes—those perfect, silver eyes—betrayed her for a fraction of a second. “You’ll, of course, be given one of the guest chambers. I’ll have Soren prepare it immediately.”I smiled then, polite, demure, almost grateful. “That’s very kind of you, Selena.”Inside, I was grinning like a devil.That was hours ago. Now, standing by the tall arched window of the guest room she assigned me, I let my gaze sweep over the courtyard below. The warriors moved in rigid line

Calista’s POVI walked slowly down the corridor, my steps soft against the cold marble floor. The air inside the packhouse always carried a faint chill, no matter how warm the fires burned in the hearths. It was strange—this place was beautiful, grand even, yet it felt like a tomb. Every hallway echoed too long. Every breath seemed to hang in the silence like a secret that didn’t want to be told.It had only been two days since I arrived, and already I felt the walls watching me. Selena’s hospitality was… polite, perhaps too polite. Every smile from her looked carefully measured, each word spoken with the restraint of someone constantly aware of her image. I had seen Alphas play that game before. I’d played it myself once—back when the name Calista still held weight, when whispers of my name made people turn.Now, all that was left of that power was the faint echo of it in how I walked, how I smiled. And I had no intention of letting it die completely.The servants avoided eye contact