Todos os capítulos de The Jilted Luna : Capítulo 461 - Capítulo 470

In this way, every time Sylas’s group saw Marcus’s men fall one by one, a fragile spark of hope would flicker in their hearts, only for Marcus and his remaining forces to close in on them again. It was a cruel cycle of relief and despair, repeated over and over, until their nerves were frayed to the edge.That was how Marcus managed to corner them countless times, only to let them slip away just enough to prolong the chase.But, of course, both sides were playing their own mental games. For Marcus, it was all for his twisted amusement, a cruel test of how long they could last before breaking. For Sylas’s side, it was the opposite.Every narrow escape, every fleeting victory, was not just survival; it was fuel for hope. They fought to keep that fragile light alive, even as Marcus tried to snuff it out again and again.Of course, while Marcus treated all those traps as mere toys, his men didn’t. No matter how cautious they became after the first one fell, they could never completely gua

He could only trust that there was a reason Sylas had led them here before passing out. Though he didn’t know what Sylas’s plan was or why this place mattered, he refused to let any more of his comrades die before his eyes. He wasn’t about to let one of his brothers throw himself into the fire just yet."What’s your purpose in attacking our pack?" the captain demanded suddenly. He knew there was little chance Marcus or his men would bother to answer, but he asked anyway, if only to buy a few more precious seconds, hoping their reinforcements would arrive in time.Marcus tilted his head to the side, a slow grin spreading across his face as understanding dawned. "So, you think that just because you’re dying, I’d feel sorry for you and answer your question? That I’d hand you the truth since the dead tell no tales?"He let out a harsh cackle, amused by his own words. Sure, some might indulge the dying with answers out of pity, but Marcus wasn’t one of them. He had neither the patience nor

The rogue glared at the three men crawling on the ground as they fled in the distance, hatred blazing in his fading eyes. As his final breath escaped him, his body slid down the trunk, eyes still wide open, burning with fury even in death. Because of the trap, Marcus’s men couldn’t advance any farther. One of them tried to crawl through the obstacle, but the captain had already circled around and pulled another hidden string. In an instant, a barrage of poisoned arrows shot out from the darkness. The rogue froze mid-crawl, confusion flashing across his eyes before pain flooded his body. Dozens of arrows pierced through him, turning him into something resembling a hedgehog. He didn’t even have time to scream. The venom worked fast, spreading through his blood and reaching his heart within seconds, then, everything went still. His body collapsed lifelessly, eyes blank and unmoving. Only Marcus and one rogue were left standing. The captain glanced back, then turned and sprinted with

Maxwell sprinted at full speed, and the moment he burst out of the forest, a hellish sight greeted him: towers of flame devouring the houses, painting the ground in a blood-red glow. Rogues rampaged through the Golden Hue Pack’s territory, tearing everything apart as if determined to leave no survivors.Without hesitation, Maxwell lunged into the chaos. His massive paws crushed skulls, and his powerful jaws tore through flesh, each movement swift and merciless. Rogues fell before they even realized what struck them, their lives snuffed out in an instant as Maxwell became a blur of death and fury.The warriors following Maxwell froze for a moment, their eyes reflecting the burning houses ahead. But the bloodcurdling screams of the rogues jolted them back to their senses like a splash of cold water. Fury reignited in their veins as they remembered the attack that had ravaged their home.Fueled by rage, grief, and frustration, they charged into battle with everything they had. Every slas

He had already made his decision long before this moment; that was why he acted so decisively earlier, striking without hesitation. Now, as he sensed Marcus trying to reach his people through the mindlink, Maxwell knew exactly what was happening. Marcus was calling for reinforcements.Would he allow that?Of course not.Maxwell’s expression hardened as he closed the distance between them, each step heavy with deadly intent.Maxwell’s claws elongated, gleaming under the faint light. In a blur of motion, he lunged, his target clear: Marcus’s neck. One clean strike to separate the head from the body. Even if the wolf tried to heal him, it would be pointless... assuming it even wanted to.But Marcus’s wolf had long since given up. It welcomed death, its mind twisted with exhaustion and despair. As Maxwell closed in, the creature retreated peacefully into the darkness, almost smiling as it awaited the end, like a prisoner finally being pardoned after endless torment. Being bound to Marcus