Semua Bab Luna's Last Oath: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Dawn was cruel.It crept in through the thin curtains like a blade, slicing at her eyes, at the fragile quiet of her body that hadn’t found rest all night. Nicole lay stiff on her side of the bed, still fully dressed, every muscle locked as though sleep had been a luxury her wolf no longer trusted her with.Silas hadn’t moved either. He’d sat with his back against the far wall after the final word left her mouth, silent, watching, the darkness holding him like a second skin. She hadn’t looked at him again but not once. She hadn’t needed to. The weight of him pressed against her chest no matter where her eyes wandered.Now the room smelled of ash and iron restraint.Nicole swung her legs over the edge of the bed. Her boots hit the floor harder than she meant them to. A reminder to herself that she still existed. Still chose. Still breathed on her own terms.The hallway beyond the door hummed faintly, too faintly. Wolves, whispering, moving carefully, like children afraid of waking a mo

The door was still vibrating from the force of it when silence dropped like a snare.Her shoulders hit the wall, hard enough to sting, but she didn’t flinch. Not this time.Nicole’s chin lifted, eyes locking with his. If he thought she’d cower, he hadn’t been watching close enough.“You think dragging me away makes them blind?” she asked, voice low, calm—too calm. The kind of calm that was all sharp edges under the surface.Silas didn’t answer. His chest heaved once, twice, like a man holding back something that wanted to tear through him. The veins at his throat pulsed; his jaw ticked.Then he stepped closer. Too close.“Blind?” His voice was a rasp, caught between growl and breath. “They saw enough. More than enough.”Nicole’s mouth quirked, more like a half-smile, half-wound.“Good. Let them.”The words hung, brittle and dangerous, until the air itself felt like glass about to shatter.His hand braced against the wall by her head, knuckles white, the muscle in his arm taut with res

Nicole's POVThe morning felt wrong before I even opened my eyes.Too quiet. Not the hush of peace, but the kind of quiet that meant wolves were listening, waiting, crouched just beyond the walls with teeth hidden behind lips.I pushed myself up, skin still marked by last night. The bruises, grazes, heat pressed too deep into me to deny. The air in the room was heavy, thick with him. With Silas. He was gone, though. I knew without turning that he hadn’t stayed, hadn’t let himself. Coward. Or maybe I was the coward for half wanting to find him still there.When I moved, the boards beneath my feet creaked too loud. Every sound I made felt like a signal to the wolves outside, proof of my unrest. And sure enough, when I stepped out into the hall, I caught it: a flicker of silence, then low voices snapping back into motion, like claws scraping stone.They were waiting. For me. For us. For the fracture to split wide enough they could sink their teeth into it.The moment I pushed open the do

Nicole’s POVDawn bled into day with the kind of sharp, brittle light that made everything feel too real. No shadows to hide in. No excuses left.The whole pack moved with a strange, hushed rhythm, as though the air itself had thickened. Wolves shifted in and out of their skins, some restless, some tense, carrying news from the borders, fetching supplies, whispering like they thought no one could hear. But I did.They weren’t whispers of war this time. They were whispers of judgment.Moon Court.The words curled like smoke in every hallway, every corridor. A ritual older than blood itself. The Council of Alphas, the weight of their eyes heavy as chains. I remembered the last time I’d stood before them, years younger, still believing loyalty was unshakable. Still believing the mate bond was salvation, not a curse.NowNow I was walking into that chamber not as the Luna beside her Alpha.But as something else. Something they couldn’t quite name yet.I dressed slowly, deliberately. Not i

Nicole's POV Ronan was on me before the echo of “begin” had faded.Claws slashed for my throat. I twisted, felt the burn of air split an inch from my skin, then the crack of his shoulder driving into mine. Stone floor bit through my bones as I rolled, barely catching my balance before his weight slammed down again.The Court roared. A circle of wolves howled for blood, for proof, for spectacle. Their hunger scraped across my skin like knives.I moved. No thought, just instinct. His second strike cut shallow across my arm, hot blood running fast, but I used the pain, shoved up under his ribs and snapped my knee into his gut. He grunted, staggered half a step.Not enough.He was back, bigger, heavier, faster than memory. His fist caught my jaw and stars burst white in my skull. I tasted iron. My knees buckled, but my hands found his wrist and wrenched, dragging him down with me. My teeth snapped at his throat, missed by inches. He snarled, headbutting me hard enough the world tilted.G