All Chapters of Scarred Under Moonlight: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The air trembled with an emotion too old to name, too deep to hide. Aria’s breathing was uneven, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow movements as she kept her hands close to her daughter’s fragile form, as if afraid that the girl might vanish again if she blinked too long.Inside the palace courtyard, the guards stiffened at the sight. Some lowered their heads, some exchanged confused glances, none dared speak. News had traveled through the halls faster than footsteps. The lost princess has returned. The words lingered around them like smoke, thick and impossible to ignore.Sebastian walked beside Aria, close enough to steady her but far enough to not crowd her trembling emotions. He kept glancing at Lyanna, watching her every shiver, every twitch, every uneven breath.Ronan tightened his grip around Lyanna’s back, trying not to jostle her. Aleron held her legs carefully, supporting their sister as if she were made of glass.“Slowly,” Aria whispered, voice cracking. “Plea

The morning rose with a softness that felt almost unreal like the kingdom itself was holding its breath in anticipation of what the day would bring. For the first time in sixteen years, the palace wasn’t wrapped in grief, tension, or fear. Instead, warmth hovered in the air like a blessing.It was the triplets’ sixteenth birthday.The day the princes would meet their wolves.The day Lyanna would get to watch her brothers take the step in their wolf form. A day she never imagined she would live to see.From the moment the sun peeked over the horizon, excitement buzzed through the kingdom.Servants moved quickly but quietly, warriors stood taller, and the palace grounds brimmed with a restless energy that even the air seemed to carry.The scent of celebration drifted everywhere.But inside one of the rooms at the palace, the excitement was louder made of laughter, teasing, and the soft kind of happiness that felt like it belonged only to family.Aria stood before the mirror, adjusting

The forest was still humming with the echo of laughter.Even after the last leaves settled from where the wolves had chased through them, the air felt warmer, lighter almost as if the trees themselves had been smiling. The entire pack had watched a miracle unfold. Now, only the royal family remained. The lanterns lining the forest ring glowed softly, faint enough to let the moon keep its dominance.Aria stood near the edge of the clearing, her soft breaths curling in the cool night air. Her heart was still overflowing, really. She had spent years mourning, searching, fearing, praying… and here she was, staring at all three of her children in their wolf forms, alive and whole and glowing under the night sky.The boys were still exhilarated, their paws pacing energetically, their tails flicking with leftover excitement. Lyanna, on the other hand, was sitting carefully between her brothers, her white fur shimmering, her silver gaze fixed on her mother with a mixture of confusion and a

Days turned into weeks, each one shaped by the rising sun, echoing growls, and the steady rhythm of paws thudding across the training grounds. The triplets’ lives had always been marked by discipline early mornings, strict routines, and the relentless expectations placed upon princes of a powerful kingdom. But lately, the pressure has intensified. The training grew harsher, the drills more demanding, and Sebastian’s expectations more precise. He pushed them not as a king molding warriors, but as a father preparing his sons for a world that would one day rely on them. The boys were stronger now, undeniably so. Faster. Sharper. More attuned to their wolves than ever before. Their movements flowed like instinct, muscles remembering before their minds could command, senses heightened by their recent transformations and the power blooming inside them. Yet strength wasn’t the only thing growing. A different force, quieter but far more consuming, twisted beneath the surface of thei

In that instant, his wolf surged forward inside him, claws raking the edge of his sanity. His legs moved almost of their own accord, propelling him across the palace grounds with a speed that even he could barely control.The wind whipped through his hair, tearing at his senses, each heartbeat drumming like war drums. His mind shrieked with confusion and instinct, but the need, the pull toward her, was overwhelming.Nerina. What’s happened to her.He arrived at the clearing moments later, and the sight that greeted him ignited a fire he could barely contain. Nerina was sprawled on the ground, blood staining her side and darkening the dust. Her face was pale, and yet her eyes were wide, fierce even through the fear that pricked at her gaze.Aleron’s wolf let out a roar, low and guttural, reverberating through the clearing, shaking the air and startling the warriors who had accompanied her. Aleron stepped forward, the muscles in his body taut, ready to strike at anyone who had harmed