Todos los capítulos de The Gifted Luna : Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

 The days after the battle passed in uneasy silence. The wounded had been healed, the dead buried, and the fires of war smoldered in the cold air. Yet beneath the surface of peace, tension thrummed like a taut string ready to snap. Tiara had not slept properly since her vision. The name Nightshade Pact echoed in her mind like a curse. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw that same sigil, the black flame inside a crescent moon, burning against the darkness. Now, she stood in the heart of the Dark Moon archives, an underground chamber lined with scrolls, maps, and relics older than any living wolf. Dust filled the air, disturbed only by the soft flicker of torchlight. Edwin and Ralph were with her, poring over old war records. Each parchment they unrolled told stories of the Great War, a great conflict waged long before either of them was born.

 The cold air bit at Tiara's cheeks as she stood at the edge of the northern trail, her cloak whipping in the wind. The landscape beyond was harsh, mountains like jagged teeth, the forests blackened from old wars, and the path winding like a serpent into the unknown. Behind her, Edwin tightened the strap of his pack and turned to Ralph. "You are sure you can hold the fort?" Ralph gave a grim smile. "I can, my lord. I wish I could freely say this, but anyway, you can trust me with this task this time." "Hmm," Edwin sighed, glancing at Tiara. "I have faced worse. I will keep the council quiet until you return. But if the Shade King is real..." He trailed off, glancing toward the distant peaks. Edwin's jaw tightened. "Then we end him." Tiara did not look back as she began walking, her bo

 The staircase spiraled downward, deeper and deeper into the mountain's heart. The air grew heavy with the stench of ash and something older like burned magic. Each step Tiara took felt like walking into a memory not her own. Her hand brushed against the wall; ancient glyphs pulsed faintly under her touch. Symbols of the moon carved beside twisted markings of shadow. It was both beautiful and horrifying: a sacred place corrupted. Edwin's torch flickered beside her. "Are you sure this is the right way to go?" he asked quietly. Tiara's voice was soft, distant. "The Goddess said the truth waits beneath the mountain. That is where my mother's spirit was bound." "I am still yet to understand why her spirit would and was bound to a horrible place like this," Edwin said. 

 The mountain slept again. Its black peaks stood silent against the dawn sky, the storm that had loomed for weeks finally broken. Tiara and Edwin rode side by side through the valley, the early light soft against their faces. They did not speak much, there were no words for what they had witnessed inside the mountain. Occasionally, Tiara's hand brushed against her pendant, the one her mother had left behind. It pulsed faintly, warm against her skin. It had served as a reminder that the past was not truly gone, only at rest. Ahead, the tall stone walls of the Dark Moon pack came into view, banners swaying lazily in the wind. But what should have been a sight of homecoming felt heavy instead, as though the very air sensed the storm to come. The guards at the gate froze when they saw them. One of them ran fo

   The Dark Moon fortress was alive with whispers. In the wake of Aldric’s arrival, trust, fragile even at the best of times. It had begun to crack like thin ice. The council had been summoned twice in the past day. No one could agree whether the Bloodfang Alpha’s presence was divine justice or calculated deceit. Some of the younger wolves admired his boldness. How he carried himself with calm conviction. Others spat at the mention of his name. “Bloodfang brings only ruin,” one elder snarled during the evening council. “First the war, now his tricks! The Alpha should cast him out before he infects Luna’s mind.” But others were quieter, more cunning. They had seen how Luna’s power grew stronger, and her aura now shimmered with both light and shadow. There were murmurs that perhaps Aldric’s corruption had alrea