Alle Kapitel von Violet's Vengeance: The Rise of The Fallen Luna: Kapitel 111 – Kapitel 120

I spent the entire morning with the feeling that the air was heavier, as if everything around me were preparing for an inevitable outcome. Maybe it was just my mind anticipating what would happen the next day: my duel with Lyun.Or maybe it was because Rayan, after two days away, after I had slept with his best friend, his most trusted and loyal warrior, now walked beside me, watching me as if trying to memorize every detail of me before I disappeared.He didn’t say that out loud. He didn’t need to.We were in the back garden, the sun filtering through the leaves, casting soft shadows that shifted with the breeze. I avoided looking directly at him for too long, because whenever I did, I caught the same worried gleam I had seen in Hertor’s eyes, and it made something very close to guilt pulse in my chest.“You know…” Rayan began, stopping in front of the bed of white irises, “…I was the one who picked the flowers for your bouquet.”My step faltered. He gave a half-smile, wearing an ex

Rayan.So this was it: the march to war had begun.The wind carried the metallic scent of freshly sharpened weapons, mixed with the earthy aroma of the forest stretching out before us. Each step of the army made the ground tremble, as if the earth itself sensed the blood that would soon be spilled.The moon shone in the sky, bathing us in its pale, cold light, hungry to witness the coming battle.I walked at the front, Hertor at my right, Violet a few steps behind, not out of hierarchy, but because she needed to conserve her energy. She needed to be whole when her moment finally arrived.I should have been thinking about the war. The strategy. The enemy’s movements. But everything inside me revolved around her. Everything in me burned with the threat of losing her.And for the first time in many years, I wasn’t thinking as an alpha. I was thinking as a man.A man who might lose the only thing that mattered to him.Hertor cleared his throat, as if organizing words inside his chest bef

The transformation happens in the air, in seconds. I feel my bones twisting, my body expanding, my skin tearing and being replaced by thick white fur that covers me like a living armor. My senses explode, sharpened to the extreme. In front of me, after dodging and leaping back, Lyun is already transformed, a massive wolf with reddish fur, amber eyes burning with fury and something deeper… something that was once love, sisterhood, and now exists only as a rotting memory.We stare at each other like two ancestral forces on the verge of collision, each carrying a past no one else could possibly understand. Forget the daggers, the blades, the weapons we brought. This is primitive rage, this is ancestral conflict, this is instinct in motion.Here, in this circle of land consecrated by death and destiny, only two presences exist: Lyun and me.I sprint forward like lightning. My claws tear the ground, lifting its grains into the air. Lyun jumps aside with surprising speed, her paws carving

I feel the tears overflow in my eyes, hot and bitter with the weight of the lie I carried, the lie Lyun planted in me as a strategy to break me.And that I believed.“Lyun… said that… they hated me…” I whisper, the words scraping my throat. “Because she… she told me I abandoned them…”I feel Rayan’s gaze pressing on me. When he turns my face toward him, he drops his eyes to the floor.“She lied to you,” he murmurs, stroking my hand. “Like she always did. You were not forgotten. And you are definitely not hated by everyone.”But his expression still unsettles me, he doesn’t look surprised. He looks… ashamed?“Rayan…” I say, gathering strength. “You… you knew?”He lifts his eyes for a moment and meets mine, then quickly looks away. The shame written across his face slices through me, and I frown, feeling the sting of betrayal thread through my chest.I draw a slow breath, my ribs aching as my chest rises and falls. I close my eyes, letting myself sink into the silence while the last tea

Hertor remained there, unmoving, arms crossed over his broad chest, his gaze fixed on me as if he were trying to decipher every microexpression on my face. Their truce was in ruins. I felt it vibrating in the air like a contained storm.Part of me felt relieved. The other part… exhausted.It was good to have control over the two of them again, or at least the illusion of it. While they were in a truce, I never knew what to expect. I couldn’t predict when they would join forces to make decisions for me, when they would hide conversations, when they would talk for too long.Now, with the cold war reignited, everything was back to normal: I knew exactly who mistrusted whom, who tried to control whom, and how I needed to move between them.But that also meant dealing once again with sharp looks, veiled provocations, and that constant atmosphere of dispute that drained my energy faster than any battle. There was no rest. No peace. Not with the two of them surrounding me.Hertor finally too