《The DYING LUNA’S SECOND CHANCE》全部章節：第 121 章 - 第 130 章

Seraphine POVThey looked at her like she already belonged above them. That was the part I couldn’t endure anymore.Not the council shifting.Not Darius pulling further away from me every day. Not even the whispers spread through Ironfang after the gathering with the outside representatives.It was respect. The absolute certainty growing around Kaelira like the territory itself had started bending toward her naturally.I stood inside the upper west corridor overlooking the lower hall while servants rushed between chambers carrying council reports and patrol notices. The castle had barely settled since the gathering ended hours ago.Outside representatives still occupied guest chambers.Council members kept arguing behind closed doors.And Kaelira….Kaelira walked through all of it calmly like she had already accepted the storm waiting ahead.I hated her for that.God, I hated her.Below me, warriors moved through the lower hall discussing border reinforcements near the southern gates.

Kaelira’s POVThe castle no longer sounded like Ironfang. It sounded like war.Boots thundered across stone corridors while alarm horns continued echoing through the upper towers. Guards shouted orders over one another. Messengers ran between command halls carrying reports faster than scribes could record them.But beneath the chaos…something inside me remained completely still.Not numbness.Clarity.I crossed the lower strategy hall beside the Lycan while warriors moved around us gathering weapons and route maps from the command tables.Lucian looked up immediately from the southern grid.“They breached the outer watch line faster than expected.”“How many confirmed?” I asked.“Thirty at minimum.”Cassian scoffed darkly. “That’s not a scouting force.”No.It wasn’t.Laura spread another report across the table. “Southern patrol groups are being forced inward intentionally.”“They want to panic,” I said calmly.The Lycan glanced toward me briefly.Not surprised by the answer.Lucian

Lycan’s POVThe castle corridors smelled like blood, smoke, and steel. Ironfang had stopped pretending this was only a political conflict.Now it looked exactly like what it had always been building toward.War.I descended the lower eastern stairwell while warriors rushed past carrying weapons toward the southern corridors. Somewhere above us, another alarm horn sounded through the castle walls.Closer this time.The attackers were pushing inward faster than expected.Cassian appeared from the lower hall carrying a blade already stained dark across the edge.“The southern route collapsed again.”“How many got through?”“Enough to become annoying.”I kept moving.Panic ruined command structure quicker than enemy forces ever could.Cassian walked beside me while shouting toward a nearby patrol group. “Seal the lower tunnel entrances and stop letting wounded warriors wander around without escorts.”One younger guard frowned. “We don’t have enough men for all routes.”“You have enough if

Lycan’s POV“They’re carrying Seraphine’s scent.” The words settled badly in the air.Below the ridge, steel crashed violently while Ironfang warriors forced the scouts back toward the southern ravine. Arrows cut through the fog from the upper barricades, but more figures kept appearing through the darkness.Testing.Watching and Waiting for weakness.Beside me, Kaelira stayed focused on the battlefield below.No panic.No visible anger.Gods.The steadiness in her during chaos was becoming dangerous to witness.Cassian looked toward the Lycan scout sharply. “You’re sure?”“Yes.”“How close?”The scout swallowed once. “Recently.”My wolf reacted instantly.Not because of the attack.Because Seraphine’s scent meant proximity.Involvement.She wasn’t sitting somewhere safely hidden while outsiders fought her war anymore.She was close enough to command movement directly. Kaelira’s voice cut through the tension calmly.“Where did you lose the trail?”“Southern tree line beyond the ravin

Seraphine’s POVThe first wave retreated before midnight. I stood near the ruined watchtower overlooking the southern ravine while the surviving fighters regrouped below. Smoke drifted through the forest from Ironfang’s border line, carrying the scent of blood, wet earth, and failure.Not a complete failure.But not enough.One of the mercenaries limped toward the fire pit holding his side. “Their defenses adapted faster than expected.”I didn’t answer immediately.Because I already knew why.Kaelira.Always Kaelira.Even now.Even after everything.My fingers tightened slowly around the edge of the stone railing while movement continued below the ravine camp. Men dragged bodies away from the tree line while scouts returned carrying reports from the border routes.And every single report sounded the same.Ironfang didn’t break.The problem was never the walls.Never the guards.It was her.A tall wolf from the outer territories approached carefully behind me. “The second unit is wai