Lahat ng Kabanata ng Reborn Luna: Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

JaceI keep them moving.That’s the only way to keep the nerves from curdling into something dangerous—constant motion, constant correction. The field beyond the pack grounds is churned earth and flattened grass, marked with claw rakes, boot prints, and the lingering heat of exertion. Wolves and Lycans move through drills in mixed units, the air thick with sweat, ozone, and restrained aggression.They smell ready, my wolf murmurs. But readiness isn’t the same as survival.No, it's not, but I think the chance at retribution will give us the edge. That and the pairing with the Lycans. It gives us an edge.My wolf nods at my assessment. True. The pup King will not expect them to work with us.I pace the line, hands clasped behind my back, eyes sharp. Lycan warriors tower over most of my enforcers, their movements broader, heavier—but not slow. My people move like blades, tight and efficient. It’s my job to make sure those differences complement each other instead of colliding.This is ho

CamilleThe fire pops softly in the hearth, the sound too loud in the quiet of the royal library.I stand near the tall windows, hands clasped behind my back, staring across the room at Hope. She sits in one of the high-backed chairs, fingers folded neatly over the curve of her belly, her expression calm—but her eyes miss nothing. She watches my face the way a healer watches a wound: carefully, already bracing for what might be revealed.I inhale slowly before I speak.“My scouts are missing,” I say at last.Hope’s brows knit together. She doesn’t interrupt, doesn’t rush me. She waits, which somehow makes it worse.She’s listening, my wolf murmurs. Do not lie. Choose your words.“They failed to report in on their last scheduled contact,” I continue. “All three teams. Different locations. Same silence.”“How long?” she asks quietly.“Six days,” I answer. “Long enough to be concerning. Too long to be coincidence.”Her hand tightens slightly over her stomach. I notice immediately and cur

KeithThe clearing fills the way a lung fills with air—slow at first, then all at once. Tessa arrives with her wolves fanning out behind her, shoulders squared, eyes sharp. The Lycan chieftains follow, heavy steps and heavier presence, their warriors and enforcers moving with the kind of discipline that only comes from generations of surviving in the margins. Voices overlap. Names are exchanged. Hands clasp forearms. Old friends find each other and cling for a second longer than necessary before pulling apart.The goodbyes are quieter.A warrior kneels to a child’s height, pressing his forehead to hers. An enforcer kisses his mate’s knuckles and promises to return. The scent of fear and pride tangles in the air, sharp as pine sap. My hybrid paces beneath my skin, restless.They’re choosing us, he murmurs. They’re choosing the fight.They are choosing life. One without an untrustworthy ruler at the helm.I step forward when the noise reaches that perfect edge of chaos. I don’t need to

RhysI know the second Lina’s eyes meet mine that there’s no going back.Her shock is there—sharp, bright—but she buries it fast. Too fast. She steps wider, defensive, and Tirianna doesn’t hesitate. The female snatches up both packs and bolts down the tunnel, her footsteps uneven but determined.Good.Let her go, my wolf urges. Tell the female who we are. Tell her she is ours.His claim is so bold it halts my thoughts. The pull to her has always been there and so has my beast's interest but he has never been this plain about it.Now is not the time to think about mates, I scold him.It is time. We have given our life for this. She is ours, he states stubbornly.Somewhere inside me I can feel that troublesome idea taking root.Movement shifts over at my right.I watch Tirianna disappear into the dark and feel something old and brittle finally crack inside my chest. I always knew I couldn’t play this role forever.Camille’s loyal hound. Elira’s silent blade. A shadow stitched into her r

Lady EliraThe clearing is a warzone, and I see it all.I stands near the center of it all, untouched, regal even in the chaos.I fight the curl of my lip remembering the incapacitated state Camille was in when I went into his chamber.Vile female. I should have kept a closer eye on her, then she wouldn't have had the opportunity to drug him.Men, my wolf bares a fang. Their weakness is always the same no matter how powerful they are.At least now we won't have to spend time trying to convince him to listen.Guards are flooding out of the place the alarm has started to sound. Light blare onto the vast expanse of the training grounds.Just head I can see the coverage of bodies. Hear the growls, the screams of rage and pain blending in a storm of ambition.Rhys tears into the males he stood beside, emotionlessly, like the deadly weapon I always knew he was.A weapon now being turned against us.Monster, my wolf growls inside me, hackles raised. I want to punish him when he is in chains.