Semua Bab Reborn As The True Luna: Bab 1 - Bab 6

Astrid’s POV I felt cold air slam into my lungs and tore a violent gasp from my throat as I bolted upright. My entire body was shaking like I was awakened from a nightmare but I knew that wasn’t a nightmare. It felt too real to be a nightmare. The pain from the claws were too real. For a split second, I couldn’t understand what was happening. My eyes darted as I checked my pulse—wrist, neck, anywhere I could. My hands are trembling and my breath are bursting out in short panic mode.I touched the night dress I was wearing, the knife I always keep underneath my bed. This is not some afterlife dream. I am back in my room and it is looking like I have never truly died. There was no snow, no scream, no blood or rogues around me. There is no pain from the carved wound either. Instead there are soft sheets tangled around my legs. A familiar headboard pressed solid and real against my back. The faint scent of winter soap filled the air like a smell I knew so well it hurt. I was i

Astrid’s POVMy phone buzzed just as I was lifting my cup.Unknown Number: Did you receive the letter? Meet me at the neutral border clearing tomorrow morning. Come alone.—Vincent SilvermistMy fingers stilled.For a second, I didn’t breathe.Vincent… Silvermist.The name alone sent a sharp pulse through my chest, dragging up the memory of the sealed letter hidden in my drawer. I stared at the message, my heart pounding. This really is true?No one outside this pack should know about that letter. No one should even know that name mattered to me. And yet—I read the message again.The phrasing was simple. No threats. No urgency beyond the request itself. Whoever sent this wasn’t trying to scare me into coming.I deleted the message immediately and slipped my phone back into my pocket, forcing my expression to remain neutral as Anthony laughed at something Mira said across the table.I didn’t decide right away.Even hours later, the message sat in my mind like a splinter I couldn’t i

Davian’s POVThe rogue Alpha died badly. I’d give him credit because he didn’t beg like msot wolves did when they realized the Alpha King wasn’t interested in mercy. There has never been mercy when it comes to execution.But Marcus Greyt just knelt there in the blood soaked dirt, hands bound with silver and glared at me like his defiance meant something. I stepped back from the lifeless body letting my claws retract. He had trafficked forty eight children and sold them like merchandise.“Let it be known.” My voice carried across the gathered Alphas in the clearing. “Trafficking carries one sentence with no exceptions.”“Yes, Alpha King.” The response came in unison. Every wolf, alpha or not, bowed their heads.“Daniel.” My Beta stepped forward immediately. “Ensure Greyt Pack’s assets are distributed to trafficking survivors. Territory goes to whoever can hold it fairly. No power grabs.”“Yes, Your Majesty.”I turned away from the body, already forgetting Marcus’s face. He was done and