Semua Bab Broken Luna Rise Back: Bab 121 - Bab 126

Whispers moved faster than footsteps through the courtyard, curling around pillars and slipping through open doors. Something was wrong. The guards had been doubled. The elders were summoned without explanation. Warriors lined the edges of the great hall, their expressions hard, alert.At the center of it all stood Alpha Caleb.His posture was rigid, his jaw set so tight it seemed carved from stone. He had not slept. That much was clear to anyone who dared look closely. The anger in him was not loud—it was contained, coiled, dangerous.And Crystal was walking straight into it.She entered the hall with her usual confidence, chin lifted, steps measured and graceful. Her gown shimmered softly as she moved, and for a brief moment, some of the pack members hesitated.This was Crystal.The woman who had once spoken beside the Alpha, whose opinions had shaped decisions, whose voice had carried weight.She smiled when she saw the crowd.“My Alpha,” she greeted smoothly, dipping her head. “Yo

Night settled gently over the Red Claw palace, not with fear, but with a heavy stillness that pressed against the walls like a held breath. Torches burned steadily along the corridors, their flames unwavering, as if even fire understood this was not a night for chaos.Inside the Alpha’s private chamber, the world felt smaller.Quieter.Elsa stood near the wide window, her hands resting lightly on the carved stone railing. Beyond the glass, the pack lands stretched endlessly dark shapes of trees, distant watch fires, the faint outlines of guards moving along their patrol routes. Everything looked calm.Too calm.Behind her, Dylan removed his cloak and laid it aside, watching her in silence for a moment. He did not interrupt her thoughts. He had learned that Elsa’s quiet moments often held more weight than her spoken ones.“You haven’t slept,” he said at last.Elsa gave a small smile but did not turn. “Neither have you.”“That’s my job,” Dylan replied.She finally looked over her should

Night had fully settled when Mara slipped out of the guest quarters.The palace was quieter at this hour. Most of the servants had retired, guards had shifted into their late patrol routes, and the corridors echoed only with distant footsteps and the low hum of torches burning along the walls.This was the hour Mara preferred.She kept her head down, her cloak drawn tight, moving with the confidence of someone who knew the palace well enough not to be questioned. No one stopped her. No one suspected that beneath her calm expression, her mind was burning with rage and calculation.She exited through a side passage rarely used by nobles and followed a narrow stone path that led beyond the palace walls, toward the old meeting pavilion near the eastern woods.A place forgotten by most.But not by her.When she reached the pavilion, she stopped.Someone was already there.Crystal stepped out from the shadows as if she had been waiting all along.Her appearance was immaculate dark hair perf