Semua Bab Monster Luna Writes Her Own Destiny: Bab 51 - Bab 60

The sky that afternoon was clear, but my chest felt tight. The Silvergrove pack's meeting room felt colder than usual, even though sunlight streamed through the high window grilles and adorned the marble floor with golden light. Amidst that beauty, there was something invisible creeping around. Something that couldn't be explained by logic.I sat in the curved chair in the centre of the semi-circular room, with Alpha Aric on my right and Rowan on my left. Nyra stood directly behind me, taking notes swiftly, while Ilon stood not far from Alpha Aric, restless but silent.Before us sat Luna Meyra of the Glimmerhowl Pack, her face solemn, her small hands clenched above her skirt; Luna Carine of the Ashveil Pack, leaning back calmly, but her eyes sharp as if counting the breaths of anyone who had lost her trust; and the representative of the Blazeborn Pack—Alpha Garren—replacing Luna Elire, who was busy handling this matter within her territory.

These past few days have been like a peaceful dream too smooth to be believed. There has been no commotion, no questions about Dewi Bulan. Even amid the light laughter of the warriors and the smiles of the palace servants, there is a gnawing emptiness. A silence that is not soothing—but slowly cutting.Every morning, I walk alongside Aric. Sometimes we just exchange glances. But from the warmth and firmness of his grip, I know, he feels the same emptiness. His hand often touches my back as we pass, or gently taps my shoulder when my mind wanders.“Are you missing Alpha?”Elune’s question snapped me out of my reverie. I blinked a few times before Alpha Aric’s handsome face finally vanished from my mind. I cleared my throat a few times to steady my voice. “I’ll see him soon. So why would I miss him?”My footsteps echoed lightly in the cool palace corridor. I wore a loose cream-colored tunic top and black pants made

Lyara Wolfborne's POV"Then destroy it." My voice didn't waver, even though the air coming from the doll began to pierce my skin.Rowan nodded and without hesitation raised the sword at his waist, slicing through the strange object in one precise motion. A faint magical thud echoed, followed by a burst of thick black smoke from the cracks in the fabric that held it together.The smoke spread quickly—like a creature released from a thousand-year confinement. The black mist filled the cave's corridors at an unimaginable speed. I coughed violently, my chest feeling tight."Lyara!" Rowan shouted, gripping my wrist and pulling me back.My vision blurred. I stumbled over broken rocks and would have fallen if Rowan hadn't pulled me tighter. But just as I fell—my vision caught a row of... corpses.“Whose corpses are these?” my mind raced. Since it was unlikely that black wizards would attack their own kind, it was highly probable that th

Alpha Aric's arms wrapped tightly around my waist as I sat cross-legged on his lap, my body leaning comfortably against his chest. We sat on a dark leather sofa in our private room, illuminated only by the soft light of a hanging lantern and the flickering flames of a small fireplace in the corner of the room. The scent of burning dry wood mingled with the aroma of steaming tea from my cup, creating a soothing warmth after days of stress.Alpha Aric's fingers busily stroked the ends of my hair, gently twisting the silver strands. Sometimes he touches his lips to the top of my head, silent yet meaningful, as if that’s his way of saying I’m the center of his universe. His other hand rests on my waist, not moving an inch—strong yet gentle, like a fortress and a protector.I sipped my tea slowly. The warm liquid slid down my throat, banishing the last traces of cold from my skin. Outside the glass window, thick fog enveloped the palace grounds. The cold air c

"Avoid bending your knees when attacking from the side!" I shouted, my voice cutting through the morning air still shrouded in a thin mist.We were training on the main training field, located on the eastern side of the palace. The field was surrounded by rows of towering trees, their leaves filtering the sunlight into golden glints on the ground. The scent of damp earth, sweat, and wet leaves mingled together, spreading a refreshing, heart-pounding aroma.The sounds of clashing feet, heavy breathing, and low growls formed a rhythmic chaos. Around me, the soldiers moved in pairs, engaging in duels to enhance their physical responses. They relied on their claws, reflex speed, and physical strength. They knocked each other down, slammed each other, yet with extraordinary discipline. Sweat drenches their bodies, but none show signs of giving up.Tavien and I circle each other, bare feet leaving tracks in the sandy ground. When he attacks from t