Scarred Under Moonlight의 모든 챕터: 챕터 61 - 챕터 70

The night was still bleeding red when Sebastian’s wolf tore through the forest, the ground shaking beneath his paws. The air reeked of smoke, blood, and fading magic, yet none of it mattered not when the limp weight of Aria rested on his back, her scent faint but still there. Still alive.His golden eyes glowed like molten suns, burning with desperation and pain. Every stride was a vow. Every breath was a silent prayer to the Moon Goddess don’t take her from me.The palace gates loomed ahead, tall and silver beneath the moonlight. The guards stationed there barely had time to react before the Alpha King’s growl thundered across the courtyard. The air thickened instantly, charged with the sheer force of his aura. It was wild, unrestrained the cry of a mate who had defied death itself.“Open the gates!” one of the wolves shouted, but they were already moving. The massive gates groaned open, and Sebastian surged through without slowing down.His wolf formed a beast of shadow and gold

The morning sun bathed the royal courtyard in soft gold, its rays slipping through the high archways and falling across the marble floors like threads of peace. The scent of jasmine floated gently through the air, mingling with the laughter of children that carried down the halls. The palace, once filled with echoes of fear and grief, now thrummed with quiet joy, the kind of warmth that could only come after surviving the storm.Aria stood by the window of the royal nursery, her gaze fixed on the garden below where her three little ones played. The breeze lifted her hair, brushing it softly against her cheek as she smiled that kind of smile that came from both pain and healing. Her body had fully recovered, though faint scars still lingered along her wrists, reminders of the runic chains Draven had used to bind her. But those scars no longer held pain; they were symbols of endurance, proof that love had triumphed.Behind her, Sebastian leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching

The palace had grown unnervingly still since Lucien’s death. Sebastian had not left the council wing for two days. He reviewed patrol logs, border reports, and scout missives with mechanical precision, eyes sharp but distant. Every time someone mentioned Lucien’s name, something inside him tightened. He could not yet decide if it was grief, guilt, or fury that lived behind his silence.Caius had taken command of the outer defenses, driving the warriors harder than ever. The betrayal had shaken them all, and he refused to allow fear to nest in their ranks. Yet even he felt the emptiness left behind a space once occupied by a friend who had stood beside him since their first moon run.The next morning brought fragile sunlight that spilled through the nursery windows. The triplets had grown stronger, their laughter echoing down the halls like soft bells. Nerina’s she giggled, as she played with the triplets. Sebastian paused at the doorway, watching them. Caius was already inside, kn

The wind tugged, a shiver that was neither cold nor warm, carrying a scent faintly of iron and something older, something that belonged to the forest itself.Caius had already left the palace gates once more, this time with a larger contingent of twelve seasoned wolves, each chosen for their strength and experience. The western woods seemed to lean toward them, shadows pooling beneath the gnarled trunks, roots twisting like fingers.“Formation tight,” Caius ordered, scanning the forest floor. “Stay alert. This isn’t just territory, it’s a trap in the making.”The first tree greeted them with blackened sap and deep carvings. Even at a distance, the sigils seemed to hum faintly, a vibration that rattled the teeth and stirred the wolf beneath his skin.“Do you feel it?” a wolf whispered.Caius’ eyes narrowed. “Yes I feel it. Move carefully. No one touches the markings.”They pressed deeper. Each step seemed heavier than the last, as though the ground itself resisted their intrusion. The

The palace was restless under the veil of night, every torch flicker casting long shadows that seemed to stretch and twist with intent. Guards paced the corridors in silent urgency, while wards hummed beneath the stone floors, their magic pulsing in rhythm with Sebastian’s anxious heartbeat.Aria could not sit still. She lingered in the nursery doorway, staring at the empty space where Lyanna had last played. Her hands trembled, and the Moonlight that spilled across the room did little to calm the storm inside her. Each tick of the clock was a deafening reminder that her daughter was out there, somewhere, in danger.Sebastian stood beside her, his presence a solid anchor in the whirlwind of fear. His wolf prowled beneath his skin, senses straining to pick up even the faintest trace of Lyanna’s scent. Yet the air was thick with something alien, tainted with a cold that gnawed at instinct.“We start at the western woods,” he said, voice low, taut with control. “Whatever took her… it