From Betrayed Luna to Crowned Princess의 모든 챕터: 챕터 51 - 챕터 60

Evander's POVI stood at the far end of the training ground, arms crossed, boots planted in the dirt. The wind was dry, carrying the scent of sweat, leather, and pride too thick for its own good.My eyes were locked on Ravena. She looked calm, but I knew what was about to happen. The soldiers who had mocked her were about to see exactly what it meant to underestimate someone trained not by rumours, but by war.Part of me was tempted to step forward and shout at them for breaking rank and disrespecting the woman I had just named General. But I held back because I wanted them to see Ravena's strength for themselves.Was this what southern training had become? Loose tongues. Lazy discipline. Warriors who challenged commands like they were playing games. I didn’t train soldiers to question orders, I trained them to bleed together, fight together, and trust each other or die trying.The crowd pulled tighter as Jarek stepped forward. He was big, arrogant, and too proud for his own good, but

Ravena's POVThe hour came too fast.The crowd gathered again, lining the training grounds like wolves waiting for blood. The sun was setting now, creating a golden hue over the dusty ground.I stood still, not blinking as Lucien leaned in close to Astrid and whispered in her ear.She didn’t react at first. Just looked at me. And then looked again.I met her stare, cold and steady, like she wasn’t a threat but just another whisper in the wind.My wolf scoffed from deep inside me, circling under my skin like smoke. “Look at her,” it growled. “Still trying to act like a general when she can’t even walk with dignity. She shouts for respect, but real leaders earn it without raising their voice.”After Lucien pulled back, Astrid rolled her shoulders, as if trying to shake the nerves off her skin.When it was time, I stepped forward. The circle parted, and the atmosphere changed.And then… my eyes caught his.Prince Evander was standing at the edge, arms crossed, his expression unreadable.

Ravena's POVA chill suddenly ran down my spine, not from fear, but from recognition. I had seen that look before, in the eyes of wolves who had lost everything. Wolves with nothing left to lose.She hurried towards the dagger, her fingers clawing at the dirt like she was drowning and it was her only lifeline. The moment her hand closed around the hilt, she held the blade up and a portion of the crowd cheered."Finish her, Astrid. Show her what real warriors are made of!""Make her bleed!"The cheers fed her like fuel to a dying fire. Her lips curled into a savage grin, her bloodshot eyes shining with renewed purpose. She rolled her shoulders back, testing her grip on the weapon.But then, from the other side of the arena, different voices rose."General Ravena has this.""Look how calm she is. She has not even broken a sweat.""Astrid is starting to crack.”In that moment, I saw it in the way her jaw clenched, the way her fingers tightened around the dagger until her knuckles went bo

Ravena's POVI lowered the cloth slowly, my fingers gripping it tighter than necessary.Did I want to kill her?My wolf stirred restlessly. "Yes, Ravena. We wanted her blood on our hands. We wanted her silent forever."I closed my eyes for a moment, feeling the weight of that truth settle in my chest like a stone. When I opened them again, Evander was still patiently watching me."Yes," I finally admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "For a moment, I considered it."He did not react. Did not judge. He just nodded slowly, like he had expected that answer."But I didn't," I continued. "I… I chose not to."“Why?”I took a breath. "Because killing her would have been easy. It would have been satisfying. But it wouldn't have given me what I truly need.""And what is that?""Answers. The truth about the massacre. The truth about my grandfather. Whether he was truly involved or whether someone used his name to hide their own sins."Evander's expression softened just slightly, a flicker

Ravena's POVJust then, Astrid's finger shot out, shaking as she pointed at me. "You manipulated him," she spat. "You always did. You twisted him. Made him think he wanted you when all you ever did was trap him.""Manipulated?" I repeated, the word leaving a bitter taste on my tongue. "Is that what you tell yourself at night? That he chose me because I tricked him?""You did!""No," I said softly, stepping closer. Close enough that she flinched. "He chose me because I was everything you could never be. And when he left, it was not because of you. It was because he was weak."Her mouth opened, closed, and then opened again."Every single thing you do," I continued, lowering my voice, "is driven by insecurity. You can't stand the thought that someone might be better than you. So you lie. You cheat. You destroy. And you call it strength.""Shut up," she hissed."Make me."She made a move to attack, but then Lucien grabbed her arm and pulled her back. "Astrid, stop. Please!""Let me go!"