《The Moon's Chosen 》全部章節：第 71 章 - 第 80 章

KIRA’S POVThe hallway felt longer than usual.Each step I took toward my office echoed too loudly in my ears, as if the building itself was amplifying the noise inside my head. My thoughts were tangled, overlapping, refusing to stay still. By the time I reached my door, my chest felt tight, heavy, as though I had been carrying a weight I could no longer pretend wasn’t there.I pushed the door open, stepped inside, and shut it behind me a little harder than I intended.The silence hit me immediately.I walked toward my desk, kicked off my shoes carelessly on the floor, and collapsed into my chair. A long, heavy sigh escaped my lips as I leaned back, staring at the ceiling like it might offer me answers.Nothing did.My mind went right back to the same place it had been all day.Anton.I closed my eyes briefly, rubbing my temples with both hands. In a way, I felt terrible. Accusing him so directly, so bluntly, without any solid proof… that wasn’t like me. I had always believed in

Alec held the envelope in his hands, staring at the seal of the Blackridge pack one more time before carefully breaking it open. He pulled out the folded letter inside and began reading. His eyes scanned the words quickly, taking in the message while Amanda hovered nearby, arms crossed, tapping one foot impatiently.The letter was from the Alpha of the Blackridge pack. Polite, formal, and clear. They were extending a hand to the Night Crescent pack, suggesting a joint training session between their warriors. They wanted the Night Crescent pack to host the event, as Blackridge’s grounds were too small to accommodate the number of warriors of both the Blackridge pack and Night Crescent pack. The letter outlined the goal: to allow the warriors of both packs to come together, share skills, exchange ideas, and grow stronger collectively.Alec exhaled slowly, folding the letter neatly in his hands. “It seems… they want us to host a joint training session,” he said carefully, keeping his

THIRD POV Lydia’s scream tore through the quiet ward like a blade.She jolted upright in bed, her chest heaving violently as if she had just been dragged out of deep water. For a split second, she looked around wildly, her eyes unfocused, her breathing erratic, and then panic completely took over.“No—no—no!” she screamed again, throwing the sheets aside.Before anyone could stop her, Lydia leapt off the bed and bolted for the door, her bare feet slapping against the cold tiled floor. She shoved the door open and ran straight into the hallway, her hospital gown fluttering behind her as she sprinted blindly forward.“Lydia! Stop!” one of the nurses shouted.Two nurses immediately took off after her, their shoes squeaking loudly against the floor as alarms of concern echoed down the corridor. Lydia ran as if something was chasing her, as if stopping meant certain death. Her sobs were loud and broken, mixing with frantic screams that sent chills down the spines of anyone who heard t

THIRD POVBy the time Alec finished issuing orders to the maids and guards, his patience was hanging by a very thin thread.“Make sure the east wing is cleared and prepared,” he said firmly, his voice echoing through the corridor. “I want fresh linens, no reused rooms, and double security at every entrance. No mistakes.”“Yes, Alpha,” one of the guards replied immediately, bowing his head.“And tell the kitchen staff to prepare a formal reception,” Alec continued. “Nothing excessive, but nothing careless either. The Blackridge pack will be treated with respect.”The moment the words left his mouth, an angry scoff cut through the air.“I still don’t understand why you’re doing this.”Alec closed his eyes briefly. He didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.Amanda.She stood a few steps behind him, arms crossed tightly over her chest, her face twisted in open irritation. She had been following him since, her footsteps sharp and her presence impossible to ignore.“I told you alrea

THIRD POVFor a brief moment after Alec told them to proceed, no one spoke.The elders exchanged glances again, the kind of looks that carried far more meaning than words ever could.The silence stretched, thick, until finally one of the elders cleared his throat.“We have heard… rumors,” the elder began slowly, his tone measured but tense. “Word is spreading through the pack that Night Crescent intends to host the Blackridge pack for joint warrior training.”Alec blinked once.Then he let out a short breath, almost amused.“Oh,” he said casually. “That.”The reaction around the table was immediate. Several elders stiffened. One leaned forward slightly, eyes narrowing.“Yes,” Elder Rowan said calmly, though even he looked concerned. “That.”Alec straightened a little in his chair, folding his arms across his chest. “The Blackridge pack sent a letter,” he explained, his voice even, as if he were discussing something mundane. “They proposed joint training. I considered it, and I decided