Semua Bab Reborn For Revenge: The Alpha’s Heiress : Bab 221 - Bab 228

Shattered Hope (Vera's POV) I stood in the center of the ritual circle. The hidden cave smelled of damp stone and old magic. Torches burned in iron brackets along the walls, throwing flickering light across the carved runes on the floor. The moonstone rested at my feet, glowing bright silver, pulsing in time with my heartbeat. Cee knelt to my right, hands pressed to the ground, murmuring low words. Mom stood to my left, eyes steady, her presence warm and solid. The rift’s energy pressed against the circle like a storm outside a window. I felt it—cold, hungry, trying to slip through the cracks. The air grew thick, pressing on my chest. The stone called to me, urging me to reach deeper. I closed my eyes. Took a breath. “Let’s begin.” Cee’s voice rose—soft, steady. “We call the balance. We bind the light. We seal what was broken.” I lifted my hands. The moonstone rose slowly, hovering between my palms. Power flowed—warm at first, then sharp. I felt it connect to me, to the ci

Moonstone Beast (Vera's POV)The battlefield stretched under the blood moon, torches flickering like dying stars. Packs stood shoulder to shoulder Starfang, Nightmoor, every ally we could gather. The air tasted sharp, heavy with ozone and fear. I stood at the front, Gabriel beside me, his hand locked in mine. His grip was steady, and warm, the only thing keeping my heart from racing out of my chest.The rift split wider. Black light poured out, thick and choking. The roar came again—deeper, closer, shaking the ground until wolves braced their feet. Then something massive pushed through.The moonstone beast.It rose slowly, stone and shadow fused together. Taller than any wolf, and broader as well. Jaws wide, lined with jagged crystal teeth. Eyes burned pale silver turning toward me. The ground cracked under its weight. My pulse hammered. The moonstone at my throat flared hot. Power surged through me—bright, wild, and ready. I felt the new layer I’d unlocked in the cave—shield stron

Fractured Alliance (Gabriel's POV)The rear lines had turned into a makeshift command tent—glowing wards flickering around canvas walls, hacked communicators buzzing with scout reports, overturned pack trucks forming a rough barricade. The blood moon cast long, bloody shadows across the ground. Every wolf here moved fast, tense, eyes flicking toward the distant roar of the beast.I watched Vera blast the shadow off Cee. Silver light flared from her hand—sharp, precise. The tendril dissolved with a screech. Cee hit the dirt hard, gasping, eyes wide with whatever vision had just ripped through her.“Traitor,” she rasped again. “Inside. Someone let it through.”The words landed like a blade. Wolves nearby froze. Eyes darted. Suspicion rippled outward fast.Vera dropped to her knees beside Cee. “Who? Tell me who.”Cee shook her head. “I didn’t see a face. Just… intent. A hand opening the ward. Quiet. Hidden.”I stepped up behind me. My coat was torn, blood streaking my arm, but my eyes w

Rally of the Packs (Gabriel's POV)The beast retreated one step—slow, deliberate, chest cracked but not broken. Dark energy pulsed from the rift, knitting the worst of the wounds. The battlefield stilled for a heartbeat. Wolves caught their breath. Torches flickered. The blood moon hung heavy, casting long shadows across cracked earth and scattered gear. Ancient stone altars from old rituals stood cracked among overturned trucks and warded barriers—past and present fused in the fight.I watched the creature pull back. Felt the moonstone fragment’s pulse echo through the bond—faint but real. Something hidden. Something we hadn’t seen. Vera’s hand stayed locked in mine. Her breathing came fast, but steady. She looked at me. Eyes bright with exhaustion and fire.“We bought time,” she said. “Not victory.”I nodded. “Enough to regroup.”We moved to the high ground overlook. Packs gathered below—Starfang and Nightmoor side by side, smaller allies filling gaps. Wounded leaned on each other