Semua Bab You rejected your Luna: One Chance is all you Get. : Bab 221 - Bab 228

Richard’s POVThe sky burned red.That was the first thing I noticed when I stepped outside — the horizon looked as though someone had slit the throat of the evening itself, bleeding scarlet light across the clouds. The air was heavy, damp with the scent of pine and old iron, and every breath I took felt like I was inhaling the warning of what was to come.Gunner was already waiting near the edge of the clearing, his broad frame leaning against an old oak tree, the faint glimmer of his knife reflecting the dying light. His face was grim — too grim, even for him.“You came,” he said simply. His voice was gravelly, low, as though he’d been chewing on silence all day.“Of course,” I replied, drawing closer. “We don’t have much time. The full moon is tomorrow.”He nodded once, his eyes flicking up toward the blood-colored sky. “I know.”We stood there for a few seconds, saying nothing. The forest was quiet — too quiet — the kind of silence that hums beneath your skin. Somewhere in the dis

Gunner’s POVThe night air carried the stench of blood and wet earth, the kind that clung to your throat and reminded you that no one here slept peacefully anymore. The moon hadn’t risen yet, but I could already feel its pull—the kind of tension that sat behind the ribs, coiling tighter with every passing hour. Selena wanted her patrols doubled tonight. She said it was for the “rogue threat,” but everyone knew she just liked to remind us who commanded the darkness.And so, I played my part. The loyal dog, trailing behind her shadows. My boots crushed gravel in rhythm with the soldiers’ march as we scouted the southern perimeter. Every so often, I’d glance at the forest’s edge, imagining another world out there—one that didn’t reek of blood and obedience. One where Anna still laughed.Anna.Her name still burned my chest every time I thought it. It was like the memory itself was a wound that refused to close. The mate who’d been torn from me, sold off like she was some bargaining chip

Mattias’ POVDarkness had a voice.And for a long time, it was the only thing that spoke to me.Sometimes it whispered in the dripping sound of water leaking from the ceiling. Other times, it echoed through the hollow stone walls like an old memory.Time stopped meaning anything down here. I had counted the passing of days through my heartbeat—slow, stubborn, rhythmic—but even that had begun to blur.Until tonight.Something feels different.The air is charged. The silence is wrong. And beneath the weight of damp stone and rust, I feel it—a shift. The faint tremor of energy breaking loose.The curse that held me, the invisible chains stitched by her power, begins to splinter.My breath catches. For the first time in what feels like forever, I feel the moon.It’s faint at first—a soft hum at the edge of my senses—but it grows, like a heartbeat waking up after years of stillness. The light spills through the cracks of the ceiling, pale and alive, touching the floor like liquid silver.I

Mattias’ POVSelena is gone. Her shadow, her madness, her curse—all of it dissolved under the same moonlight that once made us prisoners. And yet… the silence she left behind is far louder than her reign ever was.The pack has begun to breathe again. Laughter returns in small bursts, like timid sparks trying to remember what warmth feels like. Wolves run freely, no longer bound by her control. They look at me now with reverence, respect—sometimes even hope. But none of that fills the space inside me that still aches for what was taken.Anna.Her name alone feels like a wound that never healed right. I told myself she was gone, that her absence was mercy after everything we endured. But every sunrise since her disappearance feels half-lived, as if the world itself stopped giving light to the parts of me she used to touch.Calista visits often. Too often.She comes to the courtyard when the others have retired, offering gentle words wrapped in concern, her eyes searching for cracks in m