Todos os capítulos de Monster Luna Writes Her Own Destiny: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Lyara Wolfborne's POVConsciousness came like snowflakes falling one by one—almost inaudible, but the cold crept in steadily. The soft, repetitive sound of tick… tick… tick… from the monitor placed beside the bed. Then the sharp scent of antiseptic and herbal remedies pierced my nose, mingling faintly with the lavender scent of the cloth covering my body. My eyelids felt heavy, as if there were stones weighing them down. When I finally opened them, the world greeted me with pale light reflecting off the walls, thin curtains swaying gently, and the silhouette of someone leaning over—Nyra."Luna?" Her voice cracked—between surprise and relief—and in an instant, she had intertwined her fingers with mine. Warm. A warmth that felt oddly distant, as my own skin was as cold as the edge of winter.I tried to respond, merely mumbling 'yes', but my throat was dry and my lips refused to move. All that came out was a raspy breath. Pain radiated from my

Author POVTwo days after the uncompromising interrogation, the isolation building in the Gravepine pack palace became the heart of everything fragile and dangerous at the same time. The once-sturdy stone walls were now shrouded in the pale glow of white magic lamps. The scent of neutralizing herbs—dried sage, moon salt, and root decoction—mingled with the bitter smell of dried blood. On the floor, the protective rune lines etched by Lysander still reflected light, forming a security circle that made the air tremble softly.Alpha Kaelen sat in an iron chair, his hands and feet bound by magic-dampening chains. His once-clear eyes were now clouded, staring blankly as if a mist lay behind his eyelids. His lips moved softly, pumping out words that were neither prayer nor oath; more like the mutterings of a shattered dream. Names occasionally slipped out—Lyara… Seraphyne… Alpha Aric—each like a stone thrown into calm water, creating small ripples of disturbanc

The stone wall behind me was cold, like reason extinguishing emotion—but the night gave no respite to my racing heart. I clung to the protruding rock, holding my breath until my chest ached, stifling any sound that might betray my presence. He was… the elder of Draenor. His jawline is sharply defined in the firelight, his gaze hard—not the friendly gaze that usually accompanies him when he asks about my wounds, or when he offers me the bitter potion that always makes me frown. Before him stands a tall man in a black hooded cloak, his movements like smoke: slippery, hard to fully capture with the eye.“What were you thinking, coming straight to the pack’s palace?” The elder Draenor’s voice was low, but the embers of anger flickered between the words. “We were supposed to meet in the middle of the forest. Not here.”The hooded figure lifted his chin briefly, just enough to let his sneer be heard. “This is urgent. I can’t wait. Our time is run

Seraphyne Duskfang's POVThe first chill that embraced me was not the air, but stone. The walls of this cell held a motionless night; it clung to my skin, seeped into my bones, sucking away the last remnants of heat that dared to linger beneath my skin. Magic-dampening chains encircled my wrists, the knuckles of my fingers turning white every time I tried to pull them. I looked up. Rune symbols were carved into the stone, glowing faintly like embers running out of breath. They covered this space like a net, weighing every tremor born in my mind—the moment a thought threatened to become a spell, it was severed at its root. “Do you think you can keep me here?!”My voice echoes through the bars, shattering on the stone steps, falling back to my feet. I laugh, quickly and without humor. A laugh born from the remnants of courage that refuses to die.“The Master won’t let his student be discarded so easily!” I add, se

“Pass me that bread, Lysander. You always hold onto it too long before anyone else gets a chance to taste it.” Alpha King’s voice cut through the soft buzz of the small dining room in the east wing. He reached out his hand, half joking, half commanding—a combination that made the servants hold back their smiles and me shake my head in amusement.“Good bread is worth keeping, Alpha King,” Lysander replied with a grin that instantly revealed the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. “But fine, I don’t want my head to end up as a banner on the Red Tree.” He finally pushed the bread basket toward us.“The Red Tree is full,” I joked lightly, though my chest still felt cold from yesterday. I divided the bread, placing a piece on Alpha King’s plate and another for myself. “Alpha King, Luna,” said Hessel, who was sitting across from us, opening his scroll of notes that smelled of flaxseed oil.“Brief report,” Hessel tapped the page. “Grade two healing pot