Star-Crossed Wolves: Silver Moon Rising의 모든 챕터: 챕터 211 - 챕터 220

POV: Ian GrecoThey thought they'd won.I watched from the shadows as students celebrated their supposed victory. Lady Macbeth captured. King Alexander retreating. The conspiracy exposed.Fools.They didn't understand that I wasn't part of the conspiracy. I was the conspiracy. Every manipulation. Every death. Every broken bond was my art. My masterpiece.And they'd tried to destroy it.Tried to prove that love was stronger than psychology. That truth mattered more than carefully constructed lies. That their pathetic resistance could overcome decades of perfected technique.I was going to show them how wrong they were.The ritual chamber was exactly where Lady Macbeth said it would be.She'd made a deal with me during our brief overlap in custody. My freedom in exchange for completing her ascension ritual. She'd provide the framework. I'd provide the sacrifices.Perfect symbiosis between ambition and methodology.The twelve students Emilia had "saved" were already gathered. Not in the

POV: Bea SharpeFighting beside Ben felt like breathing.We moved as one unit. His strategy covering my aggression. My strength protecting his vulnerabilities. Eight years of rivalry had taught us each other's patterns so completely that we didn't need words anymore.Ian's remaining guards attacked from three sides. Professional killers following their final orders.Ben went low. I went high. We cleared the first wave in seconds."Left!" Ben called.I was already moving. Blocked the strike meant for his ribs. Countered with an elbow that dropped the attacker."Behind you!"Ben ducked under my swing. Took out the guard who'd been circling for my back.Perfect coordination. Like we'd been fighting together our whole lives instead of against each other."We're good at this," Ben panted."We always were. Just pointed at the wrong targets."Another wave of guards. More desperate. More willing to use lethal force.We met them together.I'd spent years believing Ben was my enemy.The golden

POV: Ronan MontagueIan and Lady Macbeth stood side by side in the ruined courtyard.Both bound. Both surrounded by guards and witnesses. Both facing judgment for fifty murders and decades of systematic corruption.The moment I'd been waiting for since Juliana's death. The chance to see her killers face consequences."The assembled pack leaders have reviewed the evidence," Vincent Capulet announced. His voice carried across the courtyard. "Communications. Financial records. Testimony from victims and witnesses. The conspiracy is proven beyond any doubt.""This is a farce," Lady Macbeth said calmly. "A trial conducted by traumatized children and grief-stricken parents. You have no authority to judge Council members.""The Council has no authority over us anymore," Marcus Montague replied. "You destroyed that authority when you used it to murder our children. This tribunal represents every pack you betrayed. Every family you destroyed. You'll answer to us."Ian laughed. "Answer to you?

POV: Principal LearThe ash had barely settled when I called the emergency Council meeting.Three days since Lady Macbeth's magical explosion had torn through the east wing. Three days since her body had been carried out in a sealed containment unit, her corrupted power finally extinguished. Three days since the truth about centuries of manipulation had been laid bare for the entire supernatural world to see.And now came the hard part. Rebuilding.I stood at the head of the conference table in what remained of my office. The windows had been blown out during the final battle, replaced temporarily with plywood and protective wards. Cold October wind slipped through the cracks, making the papers on my desk flutter.Around the table sat the survivors. Not just students anymore. Leaders.Ronan Montague occupied the seat his father should have held, golden eyes steady despite the exhaustion written across his young face. Beside him sat Vincent Capulet, Juliana's father, the grief of losin

POV: Ronan MontagueThe memorial garden was finished.I stood at the entrance, looking at what three months of work had created. White roses climbed trellises on either side of the stone pathway. A fountain sat in the center, water flowing over smooth rocks. Benches lined the edges, placed in spots where sunlight filtered through the trees.Juliana would have loved it."It's beautiful," Marcus said beside me. "She would be proud."I nodded, not trusting my voice. The garden had been her idea, something she'd mentioned once during a late-night conversation about the Academy's future. A place where students could go to find peace. To remember those they'd lost.I'd built it for her. A living memorial."The dedication ceremony is in an hour," Marcus continued. "Dean Whitmore wants you there.""I'll be there."Marcus hesitated. "Ronan, you don't have to do this alone. We're all here for you.""I know." I looked at him. "Thank you."He left me alone in the garden. I walked the pathway slow