All Chapters of Torn Between Two Moons: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Akira’s POVThe sound of steel clashing filled my ears, drowning out the roar of the tower ablaze around me. The air was thick with ash and blood, every breath tinged with smoke. Hunters moved like living shadows, their blades gleaming in the flickering firelight.Kaïden fought with a fury I’d never seen before—his strikes were quick and deadly, his blue eyes shining with a primal energy. He was the Lycan King, unyielding in battle. But even he couldn't be everywhere at once. For every hunter he took down, it felt like two more slipped through the chaos.One hunter lunged at me, knife raised high. Adrenaline kicked in, and before I could think, instinct took over. Heat radiated from my hands, a violent surge of power that knocked the man back, his scream lost to the inferno.I stumbled, chest heaving. My hands glowed faintly, veins pulsing like they were filled with molten fire.Yes… The whisper returned, sweet yet sinister. Let it take you. Burn them all.“No,” I murmured, clutching

Akira’s POVThe ground shook as if even the stones were trying to get away from me. Power surged through every inch of my body, hot and unstoppable, like molten lava. It felt like my skin was tearing apart, my veins running with bright, fiery energy.What had started as whispers had turned into a loud chorus—no longer just a quiet suggestion, but a tidal wave demanding action. Release us. Burn him. Burn them all. End this war with just a single breath.I pressed my nails into my scalp, shaking, fighting against the madness creeping into my bones. My knees dug into the rough stone, the acrid taste of smoke bitter on my tongue.Amid the chaos, Kaïden’s voice broke through—raw yet commanding. "Akira—look at me."I couldn't do it. I feared that if I looked at him, the fire would leap to him and turn him to ash. My mate, my king, the one I both hated and needed.Thorne's laughter slithered through the chaos, cutting sharply like broken glass. "Do you see it, Blackwood? She’s falling apart.

Kaïden’s POV The quiet in the great hall felt louder than any battlefield I’d ever faced. Every soldier, councilman, and even the servants hiding in the shadows were all focused on her. Not on me, not on the crown, not even on the throne behind me. Her. Akira stood there, like a flame made flesh, unyielding even after Thorne’s poison and his failed escape. The glow in her eyes still flickered with that inner fire, and her chest moved as if she were battling something huge within. And her hand... still intertwined with mine. I wouldn’t let go. “Kaïden,” General Arik’s gravelly voice broke through the tension, uncertain. The man who had served my father loyally now looked at me like he was waiting for a command he wasn’t sure he could follow. “What are we supposed to make of this? Of… her?” A murmur passed through the ranks. Fear. Wonder. Curiosity. It spread like cracks in stone. I lifted my chin, stepping forward and pulling Akira with me so the entire hall could see us togethe

Kaïden’s POVThe council chamber was thick with fear. It wasn’t the typical blood-soaked aftermath of battle, but something much worse—paranoia. It seeped into every voice, every glance, every tightly clenched fist resting on those polished oak tables.I stood at the front of the room, with Akira just behind me. Her presence felt like a flame I was determined to keep alive, even though the council was eyeing her like she was a spark ready to set everything ablaze.General Arik was the first to break the heavy silence. His gravelly voice commanded attention, even as uncertainty flickered in his eyes. “If Thorne has breached our borders using ancient magic, we need to double our patrols. Every entry point must be fortified. No exceptions.”Agreement spread through the war council, but Councilman Rhen's sharp tone sliced through the chatter. “Securing borders is pointless if you’re keeping the very key that might have opened them!” He gestured toward Akira, his hand slicing through the a

Kaidën’s POV As soon as the door slammed behind Akira, the sound sliced through my patience like a knife. I found myself frozen in the dim hallway, my hand still lingering in the space where she had pushed me away. Her words carried the weight of an order, one I felt I couldn’t ignore. "Go. Wait outside." It wasn’t a request; it was a command. And I obeyed. I should’ve been outraged. Maybe I was—though my anger wasn’t directed at her. No, the real fury swirling inside me stemmed from the sealed, crimson-marked envelope she had clutched. A message delivered by a specter of a man. How dare someone breach my territory—my domain, my ward, my mate—and slip away without a trace? I began pacing the corridor, each step barely holding back the urge to storm through those walls and track down whoever sent that warning. Whoever thought they could reach her so easily. Whoever believed they could take what was mine. Her scent still lingered in the air—warm and soft, but threaded with an iron