Semua Bab From Betrayed Luna to Crowned Princess: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Ravena's POVEvander's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Time for what, Orren? Speak clearly."Orren stepped forward, his boots scraping on the ground. He reached into his vest and pulled out a rolled piece of parchment, holding it out with both hands like it might explode. "The rogue army is on the move. They are mobilizing faster than our scouts predicted. The border soldiers drew this before they were forced to retreat. Two of them did not make it back."“What?” Evander grabbed the parchment and spread it flat on the table, his eyes quickly scanning every mark, line, and symbol.I moved closer, holding my breath as I looked over his shoulder.It was a tactical map. Hastily drawn but detailed enough to tell the story. Enemy positions were marked in red, movement patterns indicated by arrows, and supply routes snaking through the terrain like veins.And they were all pointing south, straight towards us."They are not just mobilizing," I whispered, my finger tracing one of the thickest arro

Lucien's POVAt first, I was worried about Ravena.Deeply, painfully worried.She had once held a special place in my heart. A place I had tried to bury, tried to forget, but it was still there. Lingering like a scar that never quite healed.And now she was here, on the battlefield, surrounded by death and violence.I knew she had no formal training. She had been raised as the daughter of a tribe leader, yes, but not as a warrior. Not like this. She had spent her days learning diplomacy, strategy, and healing. Not combat.The thought of her out here, vulnerable and exposed, made my chest tighten.I had sworn to myself, silently, that I would protect her. No matter what had happened between us, no matter how things had ended, I would make sure she survived this.But then I saw her charging beside Evander, her sword flashing in the fading light. Her movements were smooth and deadly. She struck down a rogue with a single slash, her blade cutting clean through his throat. Blood spattered,

Ravena's POVThe silence that followed my question was heavy, thick with tension and unspoken promises.Every warrior stood frozen, their eyes locked on me. Some looked shaken. Others looked determined. But all of them were listening."Do you all understand me?" I repeated, my voice cutting through the stillness like a blade."Yes, General!" they shouted in unison, their voices rising as one.I nodded, satisfied. "Good. Now get back to your positions. We have a battle to win."They scattered immediately, moving with renewed purpose and focus.I turned and scanned the area for Mira and Rhea. I found them a few feet away, both bloodied and breathing hard. Mira had a cut on her arm, blood seeping through the torn sleeve. Rhea's face was streaked with dirt and sweat, her hair sticking to her forehead.But their eyes blazed with anger."That selfish, reckless..." Mira spat, her voice quivering with rage. "We should just get rid of her. End this now before she gets anyone else killed.""Mir

Ravena's POVI held Lucien's gaze, refusing to back down."Is that a threat?" I asked quietly."It is a promise," he whispered.My wolf snarled inside me, but I kept my voice calm. "Then make sure you can keep it."His face twisted with rage. "You are really not going to rescue her? You are just going to leave her there to die because you hate her. Because you want revenge."I almost laughed. "Revenge? You think this is about revenge?""What else could it be?" he shot back. "You hate her. You resent her for taking your place. And now you finally have the chance to make her pay, so you are hiding behind excuses about strategy and planning.""Taking my place?" I repeated slowly. "Is that what you think this is about?""Yes! You are jealous. You are petty. You are acting like a damn spoiled child who didn't get what she wanted."My hands clenched into fists at my sides. My wolf was raging now, clawing at the edges of my control.But I didn't break."You think I am jealous?" I asked quiet

Ravena's POV"Just the battle," I said quietly. "Just everything."Mira reached over and squeezed my hand. "We will get through this. We always do."I nodded, but Mira's words had already stirred a dark and painful memory that I had been trying to suppress.The memory hit me like a fist to the chest.A year ago. The ambush. The rogues.The scene played out so clearly in my mind. The ground had been covered with bodies. Pack members who had trusted us to protect them. Their blood soaked into the earth, turning the soil dark and sticky. The stench was overwhelming, thick and metallic, choking the air until I could barely breathe.And the sounds. The sounds were the worst part.Cries of pain. Screams of terror. The wet tearing of flesh. The gurgling gasps of those who couldn't scream anymore.My hands clenched into fists, my nails digging into my palms.I had been there. I had seen it all. And I had been powerless to stop it."Ravena?"Rhea's voice pulled me back, but the images did not