Semua Bab The DYING LUNA’S SECOND CHANCE: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Kaelira’s POVThey stopped talking when I entered. Not all of them but just enough to notice and to make a point. I didn’t pause at the doorway. Didn’t hesitate. My steps remained even as I crossed into the council chamber, the echo of my heels cutting through the low murmur of voices that didn’t bother to quiet.Before… they would’ve gone silent.Before… they would’ve watched me.Now?They watched each other. I took my seat anyway.Not Darius’s side.Mine. A few glances flicked my way, quick, measuring, dismissive.I leaned back slightly, resting one arm against the chair, fingers loose. Calm. Unbothered. Let them look.Let them think.Elder Harrow cleared his throat, though his gaze never quite reached mine. “We’ll begin shortly. The Alpha is… delayed.”Of course he was.Convenient.I didn’t ask.Didn’t react.I simply nodded once. Across the table, Seraphine sat quietly.Very quietly.Her hands rested over her stomach, posture soft, fragile. But her eyes…Sharp. Watching everything

Kaelira’s POVI felt him before I saw him. That same pull.Low, sharp and uninvited.It slid under my skin like something alive..something aware.My steps slowed slightly as I moved through the outer grounds, the night air cool against my face. Patrol should have been routine.It wasn’t. My wolf stirred first.Not restless.Not afraid.Alert.I stopped. Listened.Nothing.No movement. No sound. But the feeling didn’t fade.It sharpened. Behind me. I turned.Slowly. And there he was.Standing just beyond the edge of the torchlight, half-shadow, half-silence.Watching.Always watching.My spine straightened instinctively, chin lifting just slightly.“You have a habit of appearing uninvited.”His expression didn’t change.Cold, still and controlled.“And you have a habit of standing where you don’t belong.”My lips curved faintly.“Last I checked, this is my territory.”His gaze darkened.“Temporary.”The word landed with quiet weight. Not loud.Not aggressive.But deliberate. I took a st

Kaelira’s POVI didn’t sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw it again..fire.A man on his knees.And a truth I couldn’t prove.I pushed the blanket off and sat up, jaw tight, fingers pressing into my temple.“Your father begged…”I exhaled sharply.“No.”Not like that.Something was wrong.Not just with what he said..With how it sat.Like a piece that didn’t fit and I hated things that didn’t fit.By morning, I was already moving.No announcement.No guards.No Serenya.Just me.The archive doors creaked when I pushed them open, the sound too loud in the quiet. I stepped in and shut it behind me quickly, locking it.This time..No interruptions. I went straight to the lower shelves.The burnt documents, the ones no one wanted found.My fingers moved faster now, pulling them out, spreading them across the table. Names, reports, and fragments of something that used to be whole.I scanned quickly, eyes narrowing.Same story.Same version.“Betrayal.”“Internal conflict.”“Bloodline

Kaelira’s POVThe morning air bit sharp against my cheeks as I moved through the corridors of the Ironfang estate. My steps were measured, careful, though the hollow ache in my chest weighed heavier than any exhaustion my body could feel. Seven years of being tethered, bound, contained and now, for the first time, I moved through the world without invisible chains.And yet, the emptiness wasn’t freedom. Every step reminded me that my wolf was still unsettled, restless beneath my skin. Her growls were soft, almost whispers, but I could feel her trembling with the lingering echo of the broken bond. She wasn’t weak, not entirely but she was raw. Vulnerable.I pressed a hand to the wall, feeling the cold stone through the fabric of my sleeve. My fingers trembled, a subtle betrayal. The physical weakness had hit harder than I’d expected, an invisible weight pressing down from the ritual’s remnants. My muscles ached, my pulse raced with both tension and the faint stirrings of my power.I

Kaelira’s POVThe air between us didn't settle after what just happened. It lingers tight, sharp, pressing against my skin like something alive.I kept my chin up anyway. Even as my chest still burnt from the force of his test. Even as my pulse refused to steady. I won’t give him that. I won’t let him see what it cost me to stay standing. His gaze was still on me.Heavy. Unmoving.Waiting.Measuring.I rolled my shoulders back slowly, forcing the stiffness out of them, and met his eyes head-on.“If that was supposed to break me,” I said, my voice steady despite the dryness in my throat, “you’ll have to try harder.”A flicker passes through his expression..so quick I almost miss it.Not surprising.Recognition.Then it’s gone, replaced by that same cold restraint.“You’re already cracked,” he replies evenly. “You just haven't heard it yet.”My fingers curled slightly at my sides.I didn’t react beyond that.I won’t.“Then maybe,” I tilted my head just slightly, holding his gaze, “you’r