Scarred Under Moonlight의 모든 챕터: 챕터 91 - 챕터 100

The training field buzzed with movement, grunts, heavy breaths, and the sharp crack of bones shifting as wolves shifted back into human form. It was the same every morning, the same rhythm, the same cycle but for Aleron, nothing felt familiar anymore.Not after the bond awakened.Not after Nerina’s injury.He hit the ground again, palm digging into the dirt, sweat dripping down his temples as he pushed himself back up. His muscles trembled from exhaustion, but it wasn’t the training wearing him down. It was the constant, unrelenting voice in his head.Go to her.A whine low, deep echoed through him as his wolf pressed harder, scraping against the edges of his control.She needs us.Aleron clenched his jaw and forced himself to stand, ignoring the sharp tug in his chest. “Not now,” he hissed under his breath.But the voice only grew louder.Go to our mate.Aleron’s fingers curled into fists as he breathed through his teeth. He focused on the training dummy in front of him, forcing his

Aria tried to calm her breathing, but her wolf wouldn’t let her. It had been restless for days, pacing, pushing against her from within like something was scraping at the edges of her awareness. At first, she told herself it was because of Aleron. That had been the easiest explanation, the one that made sense. A mother always felt her child’s struggle, and Aleron’s pain wasn’t something subtle. It rippled through the palace halls like a storm threatening to break every window.But this… This was different.Aria stood in the room, hands pressed lightly against the railing as she looked out over the quiet training grounds. The evening breeze kissed her skin gently, but her wolf refused to be soothed.Something is wrong. Something else.Not just Aleron. Not just the mate bond.Not the training pressure or the supervision or the constant fear that Aleron’s wolf might slip again.Something darker. Something she couldn’t see but felt it.Her wolf growled again, low and uneasy.Aria closed

The room felt too small for the amount of fear inside it.Aria stood between her son and Nerina, her body tense, her wolf razor-alert. She kept her palm hovering above Nerina’s wrist, afraid to touch but terrified to pull away.Sebastian stood behind her, one hand lightly touching her back, grounding her, reminding her she didn’t stand alone even though the danger was still unseen.Caius, Elora, Ronan, and Lyanna formed a tense semicircle around the bed, their eyes never leaving Nerina.The silence was a heartbeat away from breaking when Nerina choked out a soft, fractured sound, half gasp, half cry.Aleron lurched forward instantly. “Nerina!”Sebastian snapped his arm out and blocked him before his foot touched the glow. “Aleron, stop. The magic….”“I….!” Aleron stopped on the spot, his voice raw. “She’s hurting, Father!”Aria turned quickly. “Aleron, listen to me. You can’t touch her right now.”Aleron’s breathing hitched. He hesitated, barely but it was enough.Nerina whispered som

Dianne’s sharp instincts prickled, an unease threading through her being like ice water. The magic she had woven so meticulously, the connection she had forged to reach Nerina, was no longer wholly under her control. It vibrated strangely, as though something had inserted itself into the thread, bending it subtly, resisting her will. She could feel it: the gentle tug of another witch, skilled and deliberate, teasing the connection, testing its limits.Her lips curved into a smile, wicked and dark, as she whispered to herself, “Selene… it’s you.”A slow, deliberate chuckle escaped her, low and dangerous, like smoke curling around sharp blades. “You’ve meddled where you shouldn’t, sister,” Dianne said softly, her words carrying a venomous sweetness. “You think to stop me? You’ve only made this more interesting.”She extended her senses along the magical cord she had cast, feeling the ghostly shimmer of Selene’s interference, how carefully the older witch had severed part of the anchor

Aleron’s scream hadn’t even finished echoing when the air in the room snapped, sharp, icy, unnatural. The windows trembled violently, the curtains whipped like they were trapped in a storm, and Nerina gripped her mother’s arm so tightly her knuckles turned white. Aria didn’t breathe. Elora didn’t blink. Aleron didn’t move, his body was posed in front of them like a living shield, his wolf surfacing so fully that his eyes were no longer his. The glow was gone, replaced by something deeper… something wild and ancient. “Father!” he yelled again through the mind-link, voice echoing in the silent tension that followed. But there was no answer. Not yet. The cold thickened, seeping into the room like fog made of fear. Nerina whimpered, pressing her forehead against Elora’s chest. “It hurts…mother, it hurts.” Elora held her tighter, murmuring against her hair, “Stay with me. Stay with me, Nerina. Just breathe.” Aleron’s growl deepened as he turned slightly, not taking his eyes of