Semua Bab Marked by Moonlight : Bab 11 - Bab 17

MAYA.The days passed in a blur of bruises and spellwork.Routine began to settle into my bones like a second skin. At dawn, I dragged myself to the courtyard, muscles aching from the day before. I couldn’t keep up with the wolves, not really. But I tried. Kaia always doubled back for me when I fell behind. Not out of pity—she just did.By week’s end, we were threading spellweaving with sprint drills, memorizing bloodline histories while doing push-ups over glowing runes, and learning to trust our instincts in dark, echoing caves that felt alive with old things.I was exhausted. But alive.And for the first time in a long while… I didn’t feel completely alone.It was just past curfew when Kaia came looking for me.I was sitting cross-legged on the windowsill of the dorm tower, sketching the silhouette of the forest under moonlight. My fingers were stained with graphite and my thoughts drifting, when a soft knock echoed against the wood.“Hey,” Kaia said, slipping inside with that effo

The morning sun spilled into the classroom in golden stripes through high arched windows, catching in the motes of dust that floated lazily in the air. The room smelled like old parchment and a hint of mint from someone’s enchanted tea flask. The wooden desks were worn smooth by generations of nervous fingers and spilled ink. It should have felt peaceful. Safe. But it didn’t.I sat near the back with the rest of the human students. There were six of us—scattered like mismatched puzzle pieces among the rest of the Moonridge Academy's student body.The class was called “Foundations of Mythic Integration”—a fancy title for How Not To Get Killed by a mystic creature. The professor, a thin, bird-like woman with half-moon spectacles and a surprisingly loud voice, paced at the front, tapping on a rune-etched chalkboard with a silver wand.“Can anyone tell me the original purpose of lunar sigils in interspecies diplomacy?” she asked.A boy with frizzy hair and ink-stained cuffs raised his han

MAYA.Dinner was loud in the best way. The dining hall buzzed with chatter, the clinking of cutlery, and the low hum of magical wards pulsing softly in the ceiling beams. Students of every kind—shifters, fae, vampires, witches—filled the long tables, trading stories about their lessons, complaints about professors, and gossip I could barely keep up with.Kaia and I found seats near the back, where a cluster of Silverclaw students had gathered. She nudged me to sit beside her, sliding a bowl of roasted root vegetables and fire-braised chicken my way.“You look like someone who just saw the stars for the first time,” she teased, smirking over her goblet of berry nectar.“I feel like it too,” I whispered back, still dazed from the forest, the lake, her wolf form. “Thanks, by the way. I really needed that.”Kaia gave me a lopsided grin. “Sometimes peace is just a muddy paw print and a cold splash away. Also, before I forget, my wolf’s name is Tala.”“What?” I asked, stabbing at my chicken

Sleep took me slowly, like sinking beneath velvetwater.At first, there was nothing—just a weightless drift through shadow.But then… the hum returned.That haunting melody.That voice.My dream sharpened like glass coming into focus. I stood in a clearing ringed by crumbling stone pillars, each one etched with symbols that pulsed faintly under the moonlight. The air was thick with memory. With magic.A figure stepped from the dark.Not cloaked this time—but masked. Silver and bone, delicate like porcelain, inlaid with etchings that curled like vines across the surface. They walked without sound, robes brushing against the broken earth.“Maya,” they said.The voice was no longer distorted. It was clear. Calm. Feminine. Familiar.“You’ve seen the edge of the truth,” she said, extending a hand. “But it is time you understand the cost.”I hesitated—but stepped forward.She waved her arm through the air, and the scene shifted—like the world had been a page, and she was turning it.Suddenl