Lahat ng Kabanata ng Broken Luna Rise Back: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Elsa’s povThe first thing I noticed when I woke was silence.Not the restless kind that lingered in the Crescent Moon Pack, where servants tiptoed past doors and Crystal’s shrill voice pierced every corner. No…this silence was different. It was soft, steady, almost protective.For a moment, I forgot where I was. The mattress beneath me was far too plush, the sheets silky against my skin, and the faint scent of cedar and pine clung to the air. I turned my head slowly, my gaze catching on the carved headboard, the velvet drapes that framed the windows, and the pale light of dawn filtering through.This wasn’t my pack.I sat up sharply, heart pounding. The Luna’s chamber.Amy, my wolf, stirred within me, her voice firm but still glowing with awe. We are home, Elsa. This is where we belong. With him.I pressed a hand to my chest, my breath ragged. Home? The word felt too heavy. Too dangerous.My eyes swept the room again. The walls were painted a soft ivory, trimmed with golden accents.

Elsa’s POVThe dining hall still buzzed in my ears long after I had left it. The stares, the whispers, the weight of every gaze pressed on me as though I had swallowed fire. Dylan’s words replayed in my mind again and again: “She sits beside me because she belongs here.”He had spoken with such certainty, his tone brooking no argument, but the memory brought me no comfort. If anything, it made my pulse race faster. His declaration had silenced the murmurs in the hall, yet silence did not mean acceptance. It only meant the pack would whisper later, out of his hearing. And their whispers were always sharper than open insults.When we rose from the table, Dylan’s hand had brushed mine briefly as he leaned close and ordered, “Go and change. You will meet my mother and my sisters. They should see you as you are not in a servant’s plain clothes.”The words were simple, but the weight behind them left my chest tight. His mother. His sisters. The Luna’s family. People whose opinions could sha

Elsa’s POVThe gown lay across the bed like a trap. Rich velvet dyed the color of midnight, its sleeves embroidered with threads of silver that shimmered like frost. It was beautiful, far more beautiful than anything I had ever touched, let alone worn. But as I sat on the edge of the bed staring at it, I felt no pride. Only heaviness.The Luna’s chamber was quiet except for the crackling of the fireplace. Everything around me gleamed polished wood, silk curtains, a carved wardrobe filled with gowns I had never dared imagine. And yet all of it felt alien. A cage wrapped in velvet.My mind wasn’t here. Not in this room, not in this house, not in this life that had turned upside down in the space of a single day. My thoughts drifted back, again and again, to Lila.I pictured her small frame hurrying about the servant’s quarters, her bright eyes flashing when she scolded me for forgetting to eat. Was she safe? Was she still at the mercy of Crystal’s venom? I had left her behind without a

Elsa’s POVLady Selene still held my hand as though she didn’t want to let me go. Her grip was steady, warm, and stronger than I expected. It was strange how she made me feel safe in the middle of a room that reeked of tension.“Sit with me, child,” she said, patting the seat beside her.The maids quickly adjusted the cushions, clearing the space. I lowered myself onto the chair, my back straight, hands folded in my lap. My heart beat fast, though I forced my face to remain calm.Neris plopped down at my other side, cheerful as ever, her curls bouncing. She leaned so close I could feel her excitement radiating. Lyra, however, chose to stand near the window, her posture elegant, her expression unreadable. She crossed her arms, eyes fixed on me like a hawk watching prey.Lady Selene spoke first, her voice low but carrying weight. “You must forgive my daughters. One is too quick to trust, the other too slow. Both are young still, learning the ways of this world. But you…” Her sharp gaze

Dylan’s POVThe night was too quiet.I’ve learned over the years that quiet doesn’t mean peace….it means danger. It’s the breath before the strike, the pause before the knife comes down. A pack’s silence was never empty. It was heavy, charged, waiting.I stood on the balcony outside my chambers, hands resting on the stone rail as I looked down at the courtyard. Torches burned low, their flames bending with the night breeze. Guards patrolled in pairs, their boots clicking against the stones, their movements sharp and disciplined. My pack always moved with precision. That was how I kept them strong. That was why no other Alpha dared test me.And yet, I could feel it like a draft seeping through cracks in the walls. The air wasn’t clean. Whispers were spreading, like insects burrowing beneath the skin.I didn’t need to hear the words to know where they came from.Veronica.My jaw tightened. She hadn’t approached me directly since Elsa arrived, and that alone told me everything I needed t