Semua Bab His Hidden Luna : Bab 11 - Bab 20

The journey back to Silver Crest was quiet. The forest that once felt like a grave now hummed with cautious life. The Moon hung above them, casting a pale trail through the trees as Aria walked beside Kael and Liam. Each step carried the weight of victory and the whisper of something unfinished.The pack lands appeared at dawn. The walls that had once gleamed with pride were scarred from battle, the scent of burnt wood still heavy in the air. Wolves patrolled the borders with wary eyes. When they saw Kael and Aria, silence fell over them.Alpha Kael had returned.Aria could feel their shock ripple through the bond that tied them all to him. Some felt relief, others fear. She could taste their unease like iron on her tongue. Kael raised his hand, and the pack slowly gathered in the courtyard.“Silver Crest stands,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. “The council has fallen. The darkness that cursed our land is gone.”A murmur spread through the crowd. Hope flickered in their eyes,

The wind howled through the towers of Silver Crest, carrying with it the scent of rain and something older, darker. Aria pressed her hand against the cold stone walls, feeling the pulse of magic still lingering, a trembling echo of the battle they had survived. Liam clutched her cloak, half-awake, murmuring softly. His small warmth grounded her, but every instinct in her body screamed danger.Kael walked beside her, silent, his eyes scanning every shadow. He had grown wary, hardened, but even he could not hide the tension curling through his shoulders. “The Seer’s warning was clear,” he said, his voice low, carrying both dread and certainty. “Every light calls its shadow. Whatever stirs beneath the mountains is older than any of us imagined.”Aria nodded, her own power humming faintly beneath her skin. The Moon’s energy lingered, a silver thread that connected her to the Valley of Echoes, to the ancestors whose voices had guided her, to the mother whose spirit still whispered warnings

The mountain wind bit through Aria’s cloak, a knife of cold that drove shivers down her spine. Each step along the jagged path was a test, but it was not just the terrain that threatened them — it was the creeping awareness that unseen eyes tracked their every movement. Shadows shifted in the periphery of her vision, impossible forms that seemed to mock and mirror their fears.Kael’s grip on the reins was tight, his jaw set, eyes scanning constantly. Liam stirred in his arms, whimpering softly, and Aria pressed a hand to the boy’s back, murmuring silver-lit comfort. Her power hummed beneath her skin, a low, steady heartbeat she could feel even in the wind’s howl.“We are close,” she whispered, more to herself than anyone else. “The peaks… Selene’s trial is just beyond them.”Kael glanced at her, his eyes shadowed with worry. “I don’t doubt it will test everything we have — our strength, our courage, our bond.”The path narrowed suddenly, dropping sharply to a gorge whose bottom disapp

The northern winds howled as they descended from the plateau, the frozen peaks stretching endlessly before them. Every step felt heavier, the snow underfoot resisting their weight, as if the mountains themselves questioned their right to proceed. Liam’s small boots scuffed the ice, and Aria could see the fatigue etched into his young face, but his grip on her hand was iron-strong, unwavering.Kael moved silently beside her, senses sharp. The mountains carried whispers of danger, ancient and persistent, weaving through the jagged rocks and ice. He tightened his grip on his sword. “The sanctuary lies beyond the cliffs,” he murmured. “We cannot falter here. One misstep and—”“—we fall,” Aria finished, her voice tight with determination. “I know. But the Moon guides us. I can feel it. Every heartbeat, every breath… it’s telling me the path forward.”The terrain grew treacherous. Ice sheets stretched over sheer drops, snow drifts masked the jagged edges of rock, and the wind cut through th

The cold air bit through the ruins as Aria descended into the heart of the forgotten temple. The flames from her torch flickered wildly against the damp walls, casting long, twisting shadows that seemed to move when she wasn’t looking. Behind her, Kael’s footsteps echoed in rhythm with her heartbeat, steady but tense.The chamber ahead was carved from smooth obsidian, its surface veined with silver that pulsed faintly like veins beneath skin. At its center stood a massive mirror—tall, cracked, and rimmed with runes that shimmered faintly under the torchlight.Aria stopped, her breath catching. “This is it,” she whispered. “The Mirror of Selene.”Kael came to her side, his eyes scanning the strange patterns. “The Seer said this place was meant to show truth, not reflection.”Aria nodded slowly, her pulse racing. The air was thick with old power—familiar and yet foreign. She could feel it crawling beneath her skin, tugging at her soul. “Truth is the most dangerous magic of all.”As she