บททั้งหมดของ YOU BELONG TO ME,MY LOST LUNA : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Training the QueenSerena’s POV“You can’t keep me in the dark, Kale,” I snapped, standing in the war chamber where the candlelight flickered against his clenched jaw. My voice was sharper than I intended, but the fire burning in my chest refused to dim.He turned on me, eyes blazing gold. “And I can’t keep losing you, Serena. Not again. Not ever.” His voice rumbled like thunder rolling over mountains, heavy and final.The words cut deeper than any blade. I should have been furious, but instead guilt pinched at my chest. “You won’t lose me,” I said, softer, though even I doubted the weight of my promise. I had been taken, nearly broken, too many times already. “But locking me away while you bleed for me...that is losing me too.”His growl rumbled low, shaking the walls and sending gooseflesh racing down my arms. His wolf prowled close to the surface, warning, threatening, but not me...never me. “Then train. Stand beside me not as weakness but as strength. I won’t have my queen defense

The March to RavenfallSerena’s POV“You mean to march on Ravenfall tonight for battle?” My voice broke the silence creating tension since the discussion of war in the chamber. Maps had been lined up, burning torches, everything was ready.Kale’s gaze snapped to me, she. “Not tonight. Right now. The more we wait, the more casualties we record.”I blinked, completely stunned. “You can’t just...”“I can,” he cut me off, fists pressing into the table where Ravenfall’s territory was marked in crimson ink. “Sapphire’s betrayal was the final stroke. Darius and Bianca believe they can raise shadows to stand against me. Let them. I’llllllllthem in blood.”His voice was more like thunder. The generals around us bowed their heads, some with grim smiles, others pale with unease. Everywhere was reeking of war. “Think carefully,” I urged, stepping forward, ignoring the dozens of eyes on me. “This isn’t only about you. Lyra...”“Everything I do is about Lyra,” he snapped, and for a moment, his voi

The PoisonSerena’s POV“He doesn’t look well.”The words sliced through my heart like a sharp blade, spoken by one of Kale’s commanders, his eyes lingering too long on the dark veins visible beneath Kale’s collarbone.“He’s fine,” I snapped before Kale could answer, but my voice shook despite the coldness I tried to lace into it. My hand remained on his shoulder, gripping hard, as if my will alone could keep him upright.Kale didn’t deny it. That silence scared me more than any battlefield could.He leaned over the war table, his breathing very shallow, eyes shadowed. The map spread before us blurred with blood and ink, marked with strategies we had built through endless nights. His knuckles whitened against the wood.“Kale,” I whispered, leaning closer, “sit down before you fall.”“I won’t sit while Ravenfall breathes,” he growled, but his voice was rough and strained.And then, as if my worst fear had been waiting for the right moment, his body buckled.“Kale!” I screamed as he col

Unknown Shadows at DawnSerena’s POV“Dare to say it again.” My voice cut through the war chamber, sharp as the blade strapped to my thigh.The scout knelt low, his chest heaving from the ride back. Dust and blood streaked his face. His eyes refused to meet mine.“Ravenfall is no longer relying on soldiers alone,” he whispered hoarsely. “Darius and Bianca… they’ve begun the rituals. Shadow forged beasts are answering their summons.”A cold chill spread through the room. Even Kale, hunched forward with his knuckles braced against the war table, stilled. His golden eyes burned with fury, but beneath it, I could see him in pain.“They dare twist the old blood rites,” Kale snarled, his claws piercing the wood. “I’ll rip out their throats before they spread that corruption onto our lands.”I took a step forward, my boots echoing against the stone. “Then we double patrols. Tonight, I am going to lead one myself.”“Serena...” Kale’s voice sounded like thunder, a command I wasn't ready to abi

Bianca’s TrickSerena’s POV“Talk right now.” I snapped, my voice sounding like a whip through the war tent.The Ravenfall scout flinched, his head jerking up, swollen lips trembling. Blood streaked his chin where my soldiers had beaten him into submission. His wrists were bound, his knees pressed into the dirt floor as if the earth itself rejected him.He tried to smirk, which I found annoying, but it was pitiful. “Kill me and get it over with, instead of tormenting me. I won’t betray my queen as you all expected me to.”“Your queen?” I repeated, stepping closer until the torchlight burned my face into his vision. “You mean Bianca is your queen? The pretender that wants the downfall of her brother's pack? The witch stringing Ravenfall’s carcass along with her blood soaked rituals.”His eyes flashed, but I noticed it wasn't out of courage, but fanaticism. “She is the true heir to the throne. She carries the royal blood in her. You can’t change that. Ravenfall is hers by association, b