Semua Bab Rejected Luna: Awakening Her Silver Wolf: Bab 121 - Bab 130

Jonah’s P.O.V The look of surprise on my face must’ve been too obvious because Shadow’s brows creased immediately. “Well, what’s up, man? What’s with your face?” he asked, his tone laced with concern. I was usually not the kind to get surprised — unless it was something beyond shocking for normal people. But this… this was on a whole other level. As I stared down at the ink scrawled across the paper, the handwriting stood out — elegant yet sharp, unfamiliar yet deliberate. The words, however, were unmistakable. They came from an unusual person. --- Dear Alpha King, I’m writing to you not because I trust you — no, and I never will. But I’m writing to you because I need your help. I have helped you before, and I hope you will return the favor. I am next in line to become Queen, and I want to lead my kind into the light.

Jonah’s P.O.V “Fine, I’ll leave. Less work for me anyway,” he said gleefully, grinning from ear to ear. I smirked, watching how low Shadow’s brain was functioning right now. “Less work for you today, but a heavy workload for you tomorrow,” I said, wiping that grin off his face. “Wicked,” he mouthed sullenly. I only gave him a shooing sign with my fingers, silently telling him to leave already. But then his smile reappeared. “Whatever. I won’t be here tomorrow because we’ll be going on a business trip. So, you see—” he said in that ridiculous tone of triumph that didn’t match the smugness plastered across his face. Impatience was starting to creep up my spine. I felt like dragging him out of the office myself. “Just go away, will you? And if I were you, I’d go hunt for my mate instead of idling around or sticking to your Alpha like a lost pup. How old are you again? I think a

Danika’s P O V As I walked along the path that led to the training grounds, another feeling washed over me, and I stopped instinctively at the gate. A mixed feeling of awkwardness and nervousness washed over my whole being. Maybe I should just go back… this feeling, this nagging feeling — it just wouldn't go away. But I could understand the nervous feeling. Unlike my old pack, where I knew almost everyone, I was new here. And this was the first time I had come here alone, without company or Jonah, aside from the day I had come to train at dawn. But it was different then — well, because Jonah had ordered that it should be off-limits. The pack members looked at me, but it was a look of guarded, curious glances. They must have been curious to know who I was — just like I was curious to know them. There were a lot of them, and yet I didn’t know any of their names, not even one. They saw me as their Luna, but

Danika’s P.O.V “What are you doing here, Danika?” Ariel asked, his voice laced with shock. He shook his head quickly as if he had made a mistake. “No—it's not what you’re doing here. You shouldn’t be here at all.” I slipped into his shirt, my heart hammering in my chest. It was beating abnormally fast, and I knew these werewolves would hear it. “Why? Why shouldn’t I be here? It’s—it’s Jonah, right? He’s here, isn’t he? What has he done?” My voice was vulnerable and hesitant, as if I were afraid to hear the answer to the questions I fired at him. And the stoic look on Ariel’s face did not make it any better. “Something you wouldn’t want to see or witness,” he said finally. “I’m trying to help you, so just go back.” “Jonah—Drake,” I stammered, buttoning up the shirt. The shirt was short, barely covering my nakedness, but I could manage. “He… he killed him,

Danika’s P.O.V Her eyes widened, and I could hear her stupid heartbeat spike up in what I defined as fear. Yes. She should be afraid of me. I pulled away from her ear at the same time my claws extended—sinking deep into her veiny neck. She didn’t get to speak or beg—not that she would. No, I didn’t even want to hear any more of her rants. But I did feel satisfied. As I watched her gurgle and choke on her own blood, she died with her mouth agape and her eyes disgustingly open. Even when she thrashed weakly in pain, I felt nothing. No regret. No second thoughts. Nothing. I just watched as my dear mother’s sister died a painful death—a death she deserved. Finally, I killed her. It was finally over. After all the years—years of begging for affection, of doing everything I could for this dead wom