Semua Bab THE BANISHED LUNA: Bab 31 - Bab 38

Chapter 32 – The Alpha’s Measure The storm had thinned by morning, leaving only ash-grey clouds crawling across the horizon. Inside the Alpha’s pavilion, the air carried the mingled scents of leather, iron, and wolf—power heavy enough to weigh down the breath. Alpha Darius Caelum stood at the long oak table, one hand braced against a map inked with borders and contested lands. To most of the pack, he was simply Darius—the name that rolled across battlefields and taverns, the Alpha whose victories had carved their survival out of blood. But here, within the guarded heart of his camp, the name Caelum carried more weight. It was the lineage name, ancient as the mountains, a reminder of the bloodline that had never bowed. It was legacy and crown, and he wore it like a blade. Behind him, his Beta lingered in silence, watching with arms crossed. Lucien Vale—broad-shouldered, sharp-eyed, his closest friend since boyhood, and the only one who could stand in his shadow without flinching. If

Chapter 34 – The Fracture Line The courtyard emptied slowly, like a tide pulled back by a moon that refused to release its hold. One by one, wolves melted into the darkened halls, their eyes cast low but their ears pricked toward every shift of air. They left behind not silence, but the residue of it—the way whispers cling after the sound is gone, pressing against the skin. Aria stood still long after the Alpha’s command had sent them scattering, her body taut, as though the cold had finally sunk through flesh and bone. Her chest ached, not from the wound along her ribs, but from the weight of what Caelum—Darius Caelum—had done. He hadn’t shouted. He hadn’t needed to. With nothing more than his voice and the tilt of his gaze, he had turned the eyes of the pack into blades. When she finally moved, Kieran was already there, his hand at her elbow, steady but stiff. “Come,” he murmured, low, almost dangerous. His jaw was locked so tightly the word nearly fractured. They walked side by

Chapter 36 – Whispers in the SnowThe night had only just broken apart when the first signs of it reached her. Aria didn’t notice at first—still raw from the Alpha’s words in the courtyard, still clutching the weight of Kieran’s steady presence like a tether. She thought she had survived the storm when the crowd had dispersed, their voices swallowed by the dawn. But survival was a fragile thing here, and the Alpha knew it.It began in the simplest of ways. A glance too sharp, held a heartbeat longer than necessary. The scrape of boots on stone when she walked the corridors, shadows moving just at the edge of her vision. The low murmur of wolves pausing mid-conversation as she passed, their whispers curdled with suspicion.She told herself it was nothing. She told herself she’d grown used to it—after all, she had always been watched. But this was different. It wasn’t the silent awe or the wary curiosity of strangers. It was something heavier, prickling along her skin like frost.The bo

Chapter 38 – The Blade in the YardThe yard had never felt so sharp with silence. Aria stood at its edge, snow crunching under her boots, while the clang of steel echoed across the stones. Warriors sparred in the center, the hiss of blades and the crack of fists filling the winter air, but beneath it all lay something thicker. Whispers. Watchfulness. Every glance seemed to cut across her skin like a knife.Kieran noticed. He always noticed. He kept half a step closer than usual, his presence a shield, his stare a warning to any wolf who lingered too long on her with suspicion in their eyes. But even his nearness couldn’t banish the shift in the air. It pressed against her chest, against her throat.“They’re louder today,” she murmured, low enough that only he could hear.“They’ll tire themselves out,” he said, though his jaw was set hard, the vein in his neck drawn tight.But she wasn’t sure. The pack’s eyes weren’t just curious anymore. They were weighing her. Measuring. Some with di