Semua Bab My Luna's Revenge (Blinded by Fury): Bab 71 - Bab 80

Chapter 72Viona's POVEdenvale's campus glowed with a brilliance I had never seen before. The grand banners of the 100th anniversary swayed proudly in the night breeze, and golden lanterns lit up the wide courtyard where students and faculty gathered. Everyone was dressed in their finest attire, laughter and chatter ringing through the evening like music.I dressed in a sleek, silver gown, and entered the celebration with little expectation. For me, it was just another formal gathering, another reminder of my presence in this world of humans and wolves mingling under hidden veils. Still, the atmosphere hummed with something unusual tonight-an energy I couldn't quite place.I felt it the moment I crossed the archway draped in ivy: the subtle shift in whispers, the fleeting stares, the kind of attention that clung too long. I brushed it off at first, assuming it was my dress or her arrival. But as I moved deeper into the courtyard, the weight of the eyes following me grew heavier.Unbe

Chapter 74Viona POVThe night had been smooth-too smooth till now. I had not let my gaze stray from the old man, that fox in human skin, the Founder who had no business being here. His presence alone was enough to sour the glittering music and laughter of the anniversary.Then, without warning-Darkness.The chandeliers sputtered, one by one, until the entire hall was swallowed whole. Gasps and shrieks echoed in the pitch-black ballroom. Dresses rustled as people shifted, chairs scraped, wine glasses clinked and shattered in the confusion.My muscles tightened. I froze, ears straining, instincts flaring. Wolves hated being trapped in darkness; it stripped them of their advantage. And yet, beneath the chaos, I detected no panic in that man-none at all.A male voice, the announcer, rose shakily over the crowd:"L-Ladies and gentlemen, please stay calm! Just a minor power disruption... please remain in your seats."The reassurance did little. People murmured nervously, someone muttered

Chapter 75Viona's POVThe grass was still damp with my blood when I dragged myself to consciousness minutes later. My body ached with every twitch, my ribs protested at the smallest breath, but none of it disturbed me as much as the single, nagging question that filled my mind.Why didn't I hear them?Werewolves did not get surprised. Our instincts were sharper than steel, our senses keener than any mortal's. Even the faintest rustle of fabric, the softest scrape of a shoe against stone, or the subtlest whiff of breath would have been enough to alert me. And yet, I had felt nothing. Heard nothing. Smelled nothing.It was as if my attacker had materialized out of thin air.I lay still, staring up at the cold glow of the moon, my thoughts spiraling. If it had been a human, there would have been some trace-nervous sweat, hurried footsteps, even the slight vibration of weight shifting on the balcony floor. If it had been a werewolf, my blood should have screamed the warning before the sh

Chapter 77Viona's POVThe courtyard was in chaos. Teachers barking orders. Students screaming. The police locked down every gate and exit, sweeping across the grounds like a tide of black uniforms. My name had already been whispered too many times. I could feel the weight of suspicion suffocating the air.But instead of running back to the villa, instead of hiding, my feet carried me in the opposite direction. Toward the forest wall, the site of the murder.Every instinct screamed at me to leave. To vanish into the night before the net closed around me. But another instinct-fierce, aggressive, unstoppable-burned hotter: the need to know.I slipped through the shadows, keeping low. Years of survival in my past life had trained me well; avoiding the eyes of humans was child's play. Even the wolves, with their sharper senses, wouldn't detect me-not while my mother's artifact cloaked my scent.Minutes later, I stood before the wall.And there she was.Sally.Hanging upside down, exactly

Chapter 79Mirage POVThe next dayThe entire city was draped in panic. Posters were plastered on the walls of shops, nailed to trees along the roads, and projected onto holographic billboards in the human district. The headlines screamed the same thing over and over:"MURDER AT EDENVALE: PRIME SUSPECT IDENTIFIED."Her face was there. Viona's.I stood at the corner of a crowded street, one of the countless wanted bulletins glowing in the lamplight, and felt my chest tighten with something I had not allowed myself to feel in years. Fear.My jaw clenched. No. Impossible.Viona, a murderer? No, she wasn't incapable of violence-if she had to, she could fight, could kill even-but this wasn't her. Not strung up like a trophy criminal in front of the entire world. And if she were guilty, she wouldn't have been so careless as to let herself be filmed with the body.It was wrong. Staged. I knew it deep in my blood. Someone had set her up.I ignored the murmurs of the humans and wolves around m