บททั้งหมดของ The Luna’s Revenge : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 15

The war camp pulsed with restless energy. Wolves in human skin moved swiftly, sharpening blades, strapping leather guards across forearms, and tying axes to belts. The scent of iron and pine hung heavy in the night, laced with the sharp tang of anticipation. Warriors’ eyes glowed faintly under the moonlight, betraying the beasts that waited beneath their skin. Nyx trailed behind Theron, her hands clutching a small satchel of herbs she had refused to put down. Every step she took was shadowed by whispers. “Why is she here?” one warrior muttered, his voice carrying despite the effort to keep it low. “She’s no fighter.” Another hissed back, “She’s the Alpha’s mate. Our Luna. She should be behind walls, not standing on a battlefield.” The word Luna struck deep, wrapping itself around Nyx’s chest. She was not crowned, not bound by vows, yet the title clung to her, demanded something from her. She squared her shoulders and ignored the whispers. If she faltered now, they would see only w

The battlefield was chaos, but within it Theron was a storm all his own. Blood slicked his arms, coating the claws that had half-formed where his hands used to be. His chest heaved, each breath a jagged rasp of fury and sickness. The poison that had once nearly killed him still clung to his veins, burning faintly beneath his skin, but his will alone kept him upright. He is the Alpha. He could not fall. A rogue lunged at him from the left, jaws snapping, foam flecking its muzzle. Theron did not flinch. He stepped into the beast’s charge, seized its throat with one clawed hand, and crushed until bone splintered. The wolf choked, gurgling, then went limp as he flung the carcass aside like it weighed nothing. Already another came at him, but Theron pivoted, using his momentum to drive an elbow into its jaw. The crack echoed above the roar of the battle, and the rogue’s head snapped back before Theron’s claws tore across its chest, spilling it open. Every movement

The clearing was heavy with silence after that twitch of Theron’s hand. Nyx’s heart still raced, torn between hope and dread. She held onto his fingers like a lifeline, whispering, “Stay with me. Please.” Caelum shifted behind her, eyes sharp as he scanned the trees. The tension in his posture made it clear, he half-expected an ambush even now. But then something caught the faint moonlight, a soft gleam nestled among the dirt and broken branches. “Nyx,” Caelum muttered, pointing. Not far from where Theron lay, half-buried in the earth, a faintly glowing crest pulsed with light. Its surface shimmered as though alive, veins of emerald running through it like lightning trapped in stone. Nyx’s breath caught. The Emerald Crest. For a moment she hesitated. Its glow felt ancient, otherworldly, as if it pulsed in rhythm with the forest itself. She could almost hear a hum in her bones, like it was calling her. Her gaze flicked back to Theron’s battered body, then to the crest. Something