บททั้งหมดของ The False Luna: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

The forest began to thin out when Luara finally slowed down. The wolf's breathing was heavy, irregular, tense in a way she hadn't felt since leaving the pack. The run had drained everything Nyssara had to offer, and yet her body remained alert, the hairs on her back bristling as if the threat were still there, hidden in the shadows.When the road ahead came into view, she began to stagger; her paws failed her in the final charge, and her body slowed from its wild pace to an awkward stumble. Nyssara raised her muzzle in a last effort, but Luara felt the transition calling, not because of the natural ritual, but because of the raw exhaustion that was taking away the wolf's control.The change came abruptly, the crack of bones rearranging themselves into a human body with deeper pain than normal. Luara fell to her knees on the shoulder of the road, air entering her lungs like blades, her skin feverish, her body disoriented. Her hands touched the cold ground, and it took her a few seconds

The constant roar of my private jet's engines filled the silence I was trying to maintain, but nothing inside me was truly quiet. With each mile that brought us closer to Carlos's pack, my entire body seemed to tense more, as if every fiber was preparing for something my mind still didn't have the courage to admit. My wolf, always fierce, always calculated, was in a state I hadn't seen since the war against Kaminski's clan—a primitive, almost feverish restlessness that took over every corner of my mind."She's close. You feel it. Don't try to contain me," he growled, and this time I didn't even try to silence him.It was useless. Years separated from Luara had left scars I made a point of hiding from the world, but my wolf hadn't forgotten anything—not her scent, not the silent promise that one day I'd take her from that territory where I was forced to leave her, not the pain of imagining how she'd lived all these years away from me. And now, with the perfect official excuse—represent

POV CarlosAs soon as we got out of the car, I tried to adjust my posture and mood, still fighting against the anxiety caused by Luna's lack of response. Henrique got out first, maintaining that haughty and analytical composure that seemed to cross through everyone's skin around him like the finest blades. Bernardo walked right behind, vigilant, attentive to the heavy climate forming since the airport. I followed beside them, breathing deep not to show insecurity or allow Henrique to notice any failure.The pack house's main door was opened from inside before I could even touch it, and immediately I heard the soft voice loaded with false familiarity that, on any other day, I would've tolerated without difficulty."Carlos, you finally arrived! I was waiting for you."Maura appeared in the doorway with a wide smile, and before I could calculate the adequate distance to maintain composure, she simply advanced in my direction, slipped her arm through mine and leaned on it with the same in

rang out like a heavy bell even the city's most distant corridors felt vibrate, and when the ceremonial hall's doors closed that afternoon already tinged with anxious twilight, the air inside the enclosure became dense as if the walls had swallowed light itself; no one allowed themselves the luxury of laughter, no gesture was slowly executed, because the rumor that had run through the tower in previous hours—images, drones, whispers—had transformed the meeting into something no longer just protocol, but a tribunal whose first sentence hadn't yet been pronounced.Raquel, with the custom of one accustomed to ordinances and etiquette, remained erect, hands on the stone table decorated with runes no one dared touch without asking, and it was her voice, precise and cold, that opened the session with the coldness of one who'd already decided to transform shock into strategy; her first speech brought no compassion, brought administrative necessity, because before something whose nature seeme

I was still restless inside when Valentina's car slowed down and stopped in front of the pack house, because the appointment with Rodrigo had left echoes that wouldn't settle, questions that refused to stay in place, memories that had been poked improperly and now pulsed like something alive beneath my skin. Before even touching the door handle, before even taking a deep breath to compose myself, everything in me vibrated in an unmistakable way, a physical certainty, ancient, impossible to confuse with anything else, and I knew, without needing to see, without needing to smell, without needing any confirmation, that my brother was there.The recognition came like an impact, an overwhelming mix of fear and guilt, longing and love, a pain both good and bad at the same time, the kind that makes your chest tighten and your breathing fail for a second, as if your body needed to remember how to keep existing after an absence that had lasted too long. My heart raced, my hands began to trembl