Semua Bab Luna of No One: Bab 1 - Bab 8

Hungry and desperate, I joined Dax on a hunt. The forest was alive, every snap of a twig a threat. We tracked a rogue wolf pack, fierce and merciless. The fight was brutal. Pain burned through me, but so did the thrill of survival. For the first time, I felt alive.Vaeron paced the Bloodfang throne room. News of Saelaith’s survival spread like wildfire. His pride screamed for revenge. He summoned Rhagor and Lira.“This rebellion ends, with her death or her submission.”But deep inside, fear gnawed at him. Could he truly destroy the Luna the Moon chose?Lira Duskveil smiled as she watched Vaeron’s fury burn. She whispered in Rhagor’s ear, “The Alpha’s weakness is his heart.”Her ambition was endless, she would claim the throne, no matter the cost. Behind her cold eyes hid a secret that could change everything. And tonight, she made her first move.Lost in the woods, Saelaith stumbled on a strange campfire. A tall, silver-haired man greeted her with calm eyes; Zoryn, a mysterious Alpha

I stood in the ashes of the great hall. The Luna throne was gone, burned to bone. Dax turned to me.“Take it now,” he said.“There is no throne,” I whispered.He looked at me like I’d already become something else.“No… you are the throne.”Zoryn kissed me. Not with love, with hunger. He tasted what lived inside me, and smiled.“I was sent to kill you,” he said.“But you’re too beautiful to waste.”I slapped him. Then I kissed him back. Because I needed his darkness more than his loyalty.Lira’s coronation was drowned in moonlight and blood. The traitor packs howled her name.She wore a crown of bone and frost.“Let them see their ruin,” she told her mirror.Then she laughed. Because it was my face reflected in the glass.The old wolves met in silence. Alpha ghosts, buried kings, forgotten Lunars. They demanded tribute from me. I gave them nothing, only blood. The pact sealed in my veins. The eclipse lives in you now, Seris said. With it… comes war.The chains broke in my mind. Seris

In the Hollow One’s temple, we found it; a silver mirror that whispered. Each time I looked, I saw a different version of myself.One wore a crown.One held a child.One was devouring a pack.And one… was married to Lira.The Oracle broke her silence.“You weren’t born under this sky,” she said.“What does that mean?” I snapped.She held up my blood in moonlight.It shimmered like stars.“You were born under the Ninth Moon. Not this realm. Not this timeline. That’s why they fear you.”I found him in the ruins. His armor dented. His hand shaking.“There were children inside,” he whispered.I touched his shoulder. He flinched.“They were mine, Saelaith.”He didn’t mean children by blood. He meant his wolves. And the guilt was killing him.He kissed me before he said it.“I told them where you were.”“Why?”“I wanted to save you,” he said.“They promised they’d spare the Eclipse.”“They lied,” I said.And his face broke like glass.Because deep down, he knew.It did not speak. It only br

In the moonless cave, the old spirit waited. She had no eyes, but saw everything.“You are no Luna,” she whispered.“You are something older.”She placed a crown of bones and silver. I felt it burn.I did not speak. I only walked alone to the cliff’s edge. Below, wolves mourned. Above, stars wept. Inside, I promised:“No more waiting. No more mercy. This pack will rise, or the world will fall.”The stolen pups returned, alive, unharmed, but changed: their eyes were red, their voices were wrong.And on their chests, symbols carved in deep:“Islaith owns tomorrow.”Even Lira backed away. I didn’t flinch.“I’ll tear her name from fate.”The cursed pups didn't sleep. They whispered in voices that weren't their own. Lira wept."They speak in dreams. About fire. About a throne."I knew then, Islaith wasn’t breaking the pack. She was reshaping it.I went to the Bone Oracle. Once, she saw all futures. Now she was blind.“You shouldn’t be alive,” she rasped. I stepped forward.“I shouldn’t be