Semua Bab The Awakening Of The Hybrid Luna : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Embers POV By the time I made it back to the house, Aurora was curled up on the couch, a bandage pressed against her temple, Zander hovering like a storm barely contained. The image at the club wouldn’t leave my mind—the windows shattering, glass raining down like jagged rain. The shadows outside moving too fast, too wrong, to be human. Rogues. I knew it the second I scented the air. But Aurora didn’t. She couldn’t. All she saw was broken glass. All she knew was that she’d fallen and hit her head. And that’s how it had to stay. Her eyes lifted to me when I stepped inside, tired but soft. “I’m okay, Em. Really. But what the hell happened?” God, she trusted me. Trusted me so much that my chest ached under the weight of the lie I was about to tell. I forced a smile. “There was an explosion. You scared the life out of me.” I sat beside her, taking her hand in mine. It was warm, trembling faintly. She squeezed my fingers back like nothing was wrong. But I’d seen the tru

Rowan’s POVBlake's estate looked colder under moonlight. It wasn’t the house itself—it was the weight pressing down over the entire street, the thick, unmoving silence. I hadn’t wanted to come. Every instinct screamed this was Zander’s territory, not mine. But I couldn’t stay away, not when I knew Aurora was here.She was my mate.The thought was both salvation and poison.My hand hovered on the doorframe before I knocked. The wood smelled faintly of cedar and smoke, like it had absorbed centuries of Alpha tempers. Inside, I could hear the faint hum of voices—Zander’s, low and clipped, Ember’s softer, but urgent. Then footsteps.The door swung open, and there he was. Zander Blake. My rival. My shadow. My other half in the war we’d been fighting since the first day our packs clashed.His eyes burned gold under the porch light, sharp, restless. For a heartbeat, neither of us spoke. Our wolves circled each other in the silence, teeth bared, snarling in our chests.“What do you want?”

Aurora’s POV The kitchen smelled like roasted garlic and thyme, the air heavy with warmth as I set the silverware on the table. Mom had gone all out—roast chicken, potatoes crisped with rosemary, green beans slick with butter and lemon. She always cooked like this when she was nervous, though she’d never admit it. Dad slid into his chair with a groan, undoing his tie after a long day. “If I keel over from stress one day, at least I’ll die happy with mashed potatoes in my mouth.” “Romantic,” Mom said, rolling her eyes as she placed the carving knife on the counter. “Aurora, can you pour the iced tea?” “Sure.” I grabbed the pitcher from the fridge, the coolness biting my fingers, and filled our glasses. The ice clinked in the quiet, and for a second, it was almost too loud. Dinner started with the usual rhythm—Dad telling stories about the warehouse where he worked, Mom asking me about classes. I gave short answers, poking at my beans, trying not to fidget. “So,” Dad said

Aurora’s POVThe morning sun slipped through my curtains, golden and far too cheerful for the mess inside my head. I told myself today was just another Monday. Just another day of classes, crowded hallways, and pretending I wasn’t the girl who somehow attracted the worst kind of attention.Except… it wasn’t.Because I couldn’t forget the way Zander looked at me that night at the club. Or the way Rowan’s nearness lit sparks along my skin I still couldn’t explain. I felt like a wire stretched too tight, one wrong touch from snapping.I dressed slowly, jeans and a soft sweater, brushing my hair until it fell smooth. In the mirror, I practiced a smile that didn’t look haunted. Just a normal sixteen-year-old girl. Not someone whose life was shifting in ways she couldn’t even name.At breakfast, Mom asked if I was excited for school. Dad kissed my forehead before heading out to work. I smiled and nodded like nothing was wrong. Like everything was ordinary.But by the time I stepped into

Aurora’s POVThe cafeteria didn’t sound like a cafeteria anymore. It sounded like a forest on fire. Chairs clattered. Trays slammed. Someone screamed my name—maybe Ember, maybe not—and the noise bent around a lower, uglier sound that didn’t belong in a school at all: a growl, rolling and wet, like thunder caught in a throat.I shoved through the doors and stopped hard.Tables were overturned like fallen trees. Food smeared the floor—ketchup like blood, milk like spilt moonlight. Fluorescents buzzed overhead, flicker-flicker-flicker, turning everything into a strobe of panic. And in the middle of it, three… things… moved with too-smooth, too-fast bodies, they were giant wolves.“What the hell is happening?”The wolves, if you could call them that, were giants. Standing at least four to five foot tall. That’s when I noticed Ember.“Ember!”She was backed up against the far wall beside the serving line, one hand gripping a metal tray like a shield. Her eyes found me over the wreckage