บททั้งหมดของ The Bloody Luna: บทที่ 241 - บทที่ 250

Something tightened inside Yoren's chest. His wolf instinct flared at the instant possibility that a traitor existed within his own pack.“So,” Malachai continued, “we ruled out the possibility of inter-pack rivalry from the very beginning.”Yoren fell silent, his gaze hardening almost imperceptibly. A suspicion formed in his mind, accompanied by a single name. Slowly, one face became unmistakably clear in his mind.“It seems,” Malachai said, noticing the subtle shift in Yoren's eyes, “that you already understand what I mean, Alpha Yoren.”Yoren gave a slight nod. “I do.”“You understand what it means when a report comes from someone on the inside. Especially," Malachai continued in the same calm tone, “when the informant has been known for years to have an exceptionally close relationship with Velmora Palace.”Yoren offered no argument. Malachai's reasoning was sound.The close relationship between the Calloway family and the Palace was common knowledge. Almost everyone was aware of

Paige stood motionless for a moment, then slowly walked forward. She reached out and picked up the clothes with trembling hands.“No,” she whispered, her voice quivering. “That's impossible.”Until now, a small part of her had still believed that it was all just a misunderstanding and that Yoren would come and explain everything. But now, that hope had vanished. Her last glimmer of hope had crumbled.The Grand Tribunal Hall stood in majestic solemnity. Its ceiling soared high above, and massive stone pillars lined both sides of the chamber.At the front of the hall, every seat on the Palace Council was occupied. Wearing judicial robes, the council members held stacks of documents and sat with grave expressions that reflected the tension in the room.The atmosphere was bitterly cold. Even the air itself felt different, as though it carried an invisible weight pressing down on every corner of the chamber.Paige walked towards the defendant's seat with heavy steps. She reluctantly took h

Yoren was left speechless, filled with admiring irony. He took no pleasure in it, yet he could not deny the respect he felt. “He's intelligent—exceptionally intelligent,” he said. “He's resourceful and disciplined, and he knows exactly how to disappear. He's clearly no ordinary man.”Fabrizio silently agreed with Yoren's assessment. He merely gave a faint nod, as though suppressing a sense of frustration at having been completely outmatched by Barrett time and again.“Osmond was truly fortunate to have someone like him,” Yoren continued. “The proof is that he started making one mistake after another the moment Barrett disappeared.” A realisation crossed Fabrizio's mind, prompting him to let out a quiet sigh. He spoke his next words through a restrained grimace. “Reporting me to Sanctum Primordia was the most foolish decision he could have made.”Fabrizio replied, “If Barrett had still been by his side, there's a good chance the Calloway family's crimes would have remained hidden.”Iro

Eirene looked at his hand before taking it in hers. “Are we going somewhere?”Yoren nodded as he gently led her away. “Yes.”Eirene asked again, “Where?”Yoren simply replied, “You'll find out soon enough.”The car left the palace. The farther they drove, the more the scenery outside the windows changed.The towering buildings gradually disappeared. The highways gave way to tree-lined roads and the houses became fewer and farther between.Eirene glanced out of the window several times. The area felt unfamiliar to her.“Alpha,” she called. She received a brief hum in response from Yoren. “Where are we going?”Yoren answered simply. “You'll find out soon enough.”Eirene frowned. His answer only made her curiosity grow stronger.About twenty minutes later, the car began to slow down. As they approached a gated estate with far stricter security than any of the neighbouring properties, their destination gradually became clear.The gate opened automatically. The car drove along a stone-pave

Something seized Eirene's heart, bringing with it an unbearable ache. Her lungs tightened and the air itself seemed to become an enemy, piercing her chest with every breath.Eirene couldn't find a single word. The truth had stolen her voice. She knew there were no words capable of conveying everything Yoren had suffered and endured over the years.Yoren turned his eyes back to the night sky. “I just want him to know that there's one more person praying for him,” he said quietly, his voice heavy. “He needs to know that he's far too precious to surrender to despair.”Tears continued to gather in Eirene's eyes as sorrow rendered her helpless. She was overwhelmed by regret born of her limitations—the realisation that she would never truly understand the weight he had carried all this time. She could never fully understand it. All she knew was that Yoren had survived something so overwhelming that very few people could have endured it.In Eirene's mind, Yoren's life was an unending battle.