บททั้งหมดของ THE ALPHA FIERCE LUNA: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

SERENA POV The night after the ritual was the first in weeks I'd slept without whispers clawing at my mind. No cold dread had seeped into my chest, no phantom fingers scraped along my veins. Only Kael's warmth, steady and grounding, his heartbeat thrumming through the bond like an anchor. I lay awake long after the fire died down, staring at the shadows dancing across the ceiling of the room. Exhaustion weighed on my body, but my thoughts refused to rest. The silence inside my head was almost unnerving, like a void waiting to be filled. "Still awake?" Kael murmured, his voice low and sleepy. "I don't trust it," I admitted. "The quiet. It feels... wrong, somehow. Too fragile." His arm tightened around me. "Then let me hold it for you. Even if it breaks, I'll be here to gather the pieces." I turned toward him, searching his face in the moonlight. The firelight was gone, but the silver glow painted him with a strong jaw, eyes dark and endless – a man who'd carried the weight of an

SERENA’S POV A week passed in uneasy quiet. Life in Black Ash moved as though nothing had changed, wolves training in the yard, pups tumbling in the grass, the scent of fresh bread and roasted meat drifting from the kitchens. Kael’s orders to double the patrols had been carried out, and each night the borders bristled with sharper vigilance. On the surface, peace had returned. But beneath it, a fragile thread pulled tight. I felt it every time my wolf lifted her head at a sound in the distance, every time Kael’s gaze swept the horizon as though he expected the shadows to bleed into our lands. The silence in my mind still held, though cracks threatened at the edges. Sometimes I thought I heard the faintest hum, like breath against the back of my neck, gone before I could catch it. Freya was watching. Waiting. I was in the library that morning, tracing the spines of old tomes, when the doors burst open. One of the border guards stumbled in, chest heaving, eyes wide with horror. “

SERENA’S POV A week passed in uneasy quiet. The pack grounds hummed with their usual rhythm: training in the yards, patrols circling the borders, laughter spilling from the younger wolves as if the world beyond our walls had not darkened. But every night, when the moon crested high and the shadows thickened, the silence Elder Thalos gave me felt thinner, brittle. That night, sleep dragged me under, and the vision came. It was fire first. Roaring, devouring, staining the sky in hues of blood and ash. A village collapsed under the Alpha King’s banners, his soldiers cutting down wolves that fled with children in their arms. Their cries pierced the smoke, a chorus of despair that made my chest ache. And then, I saw Kael. His sword flashed as he fought, his wolf burning through him, but there was blood across his chest, and his eyes… gods, his eyes were so tired. Behind him, our pack walls cracked, stone by stone falling into ruin. But worse—worse was me. I stood across the bat

SERENA’S POV The night smelled of iron and rain. I stood at the western watchtower, the torches casting long shadows across the trees. For days, tension had wound tighter and tighter through the pack, every howl at the borders setting hearts on edge. Kael’s voice carried low behind me. “Scouts report movement in the north ridge. Rogues or worse.” My wolf bristled under my skin. It wasn’t if they’d come. It was when. By the time we reached the ridge, the air was thick with the stench of unwashed fur and bloodlust. Figures slithered from the trees, rogues, but not wild. They moved with purpose, controlled, their eyes glazed with the sheen of magic. Freya’s hand was all over them. Kael shifted with a growl that rattled my bones, his black wolf towering, fangs bared. Marcus and the warriors flanked him. I called to my wolf, silver light bursting along my skin as I shifted halfway, my claws extended and my fangs out. The clash came fast. Teeth and claws tore through the clearing, sn

SERENA’S POVThe morning sun was high, casting long shadows across the stone walls, and every warrior who sparred nearby bowed their heads as I passed by the training ground. I smiled at them, raising my head high but having a mental battle with myself. I went to an isolated side of the park, not wanting anybody to see me. A practice dummy stood before me, straw packed tight inside leather, already scorched from my last attempt. My palms tingled with restless heat. The fire was always there now, an ember behind my ribs, begging to be set free.“Again,” Kael’s voice carried across the yard, low but firm. He stood at the corner watching me with eyes that seemed to weigh every breath I took.He has been monitoring every movement of mine like a hawk, since I lost control of my power, which I haven't been able to stabilize till now, anytime I try so hard it spirals out of control. Sometimes hurting myself in the process, I have been training alone since the ambush but it’s not getting bet