Star-Crossed Wolves: Silver Moon Rising의 모든 챕터: 챕터 171 - 챕터 180

POV: Bea SharpeIan's ultimatum played on repeat across every screen in the cabin.Emilia with him, looking defeated and afraid. His voice calm and rational as he explained exactly what would happen if we didn't comply. The deadline counting down like a bomb nobody knew how to defuse."We can't give him what he wants," I said, breaking the silence that had followed the video. "That's obvious, right? We're not actually considering handing Emilia over to her psychopath brother.""Of course not," Miranda agreed. "But we need a plan beyond just refusing. Ian's shown he's capable of following through on threats.""Then we stop him. Permanently. Before he can hurt anyone else.""How?" Desi asked. "He's isolated, paranoid, and has spent months learning all our weaknesses. Going after him directly plays into his hands.""So we don't go directly. We coordinate. Use our combined strengths instead of letting him exploit our individual vulnerabilities."Ferdinand pulled up a map showing Ian's la

POV: Ronan MontagueI heard about Ian's capture three days after Juliana's funeral.The news reached me through pack channels I wasn't supposed to have access to anymore. Exile meant cutting all ties, but some connections ran deeper than official decrees. People loyal to what I represented rather than what my father commanded."Ian Greco is in custody," the message read. "But he's not the only threat. His father and Alliance leadership are using the chaos to consolidate power. Someone needs to challenge them before they establish permanent control."Someone. They meant me. The exiled Alpha who'd lost everything and therefore had nothing left to lose.I sat in the cheap motel room that had been home for the past month, staring at the message. Juliana's death had hollowed me out in ways I didn't know were possible. The mate bond's severance had left a void that ached constantly, a phantom limb that would never stop hurting.Going back to Moonrise territory meant risking execution. My ex

POV: Principal LearThe emergency Council session convened at dawn, forty-eight hours after Ronan's challenge.I sat at the head of the conference table surrounded by pack leaders whose territories had been affected by this semester's chaos. Alpha Vincent Capulet, still grieving his daughter. Alpha Marcus Montague, who'd disowned Ronan publicly but privately supported his challenge. King Alexander of the Southern Alliance, recently humiliated by his son's defection.And representatives from a dozen other packs whose children had been manipulated, injured, or killed during what should have been a safe educational semester."Let's begin," I said, knowing this would be brutal regardless of how diplomatically I approached it. "We're here to determine accountability for events that have cost lives and destroyed families. The question is whether we respond with ancient law or modern mercy.""Ancient law is clear," Vincent said immediately. "Blood for blood. Deaths demand equivalent justice

POV: Otto MoorlandI stood on the edge of the cliff at dawn, watching the sun rise over territory I'd almost destroyed.The mandatory therapy had started three days ago. Dr. Morrison was patient and professional, helping me work through the manipulation and trauma. But every session just highlighted how much damage I'd caused. How many people I'd hurt. How close I'd come to killing someone I loved."The guilt will fade with time," Dr. Morrison had said during our last session. "You were a victim of systematic manipulation. That doesn't excuse your actions, but it provides context for understanding them."But context didn't resurrect the trust I'd destroyed. Didn't heal the people I'd injured. Didn't erase the look of fear on Desi's face when she'd realized I might actually kill her.My phone buzzed with a text from her: Where are you? You missed our breakfast meeting.I'd been avoiding her since the Council session. Not because I didn't love her, but because being near her reminded m

POV: Miranda ProsperoI woke up screaming for the third time that week.Ferdinand was beside me immediately, his hands on my shoulders grounding me back to reality. "You're safe. It was just a dream.""It wasn't a dream. It was a vision of what I could become if I lose control again." I showed him my hands, which were glowing faintly with power I couldn't fully suppress. "The magic is getting stronger. Every day it's harder to contain.""Then maybe you shouldn't contain it. Maybe you should learn to direct it instead.""Direct it where? Everything I touch warps. Every emotion I feel reshapes reality around me. How do I direct something that responds to unconscious thoughts?""By making those thoughts conscious. By choosing intention instead of reacting to fear." He pulled me close despite the risk. "Your father taught you manipulation. Now you need to learn creation.""Papa's dying. He doesn't have energy to teach me anything.""Then we'll figure it out together. Trial and error. Prac