《The Rejected Luna's Second Chance》全部章節：第 121 章 - 第 130 章

Selena's POV The Silvermoon border medical clinic stands like a stronghold made of stone and glass.It was built long before the war, before Elena, and long before any of us had a clue about what lay ahead. The place has running water, electricity, a generator, and enough cots to accommodate fifty wounded at a time. The walls are solid, and the windows are reinforced.Greta calls it a hospital, but to me, it’s a sanctuary.Today, though, it feels more like a battleground.Viktor's horns sound at dawn.I’m standing at the entrance of the clinic, scanning the eastern tree line. Greta’s beside me, calm and steady. Behind us, twenty healers from Ironhold are bustling around the cots, organizing supplies, checking bandages, and lighting lamps.Their leader, Nesta, has gray hair, sharp eyes, and hands that seem to be in constant motion. She’s been healing for forty years and has witnessed wars, plagues,

Damian's POV The silver felt like a live coal buried in my shoulder, sending searing pain down my arm with every breath. Viktor had clearly aimed for the old scar—he remembered. I bit down hard, tasting blood mixed with rain. 'Just ignore it. You've faced worse.'Across the muddy field, Viktor circled around us, sword held low, his eyes darting between me and Caden. There was a dark stain spreading on his side from where my blade had hit him, but he wasn't about to let that show."Look at this," he shouted over the distant sounds of battle. "The broken Alpha, propped up by the traitor prince. A perfect match for the end of the world."Caden's jaw clenched. I tightened my grip, my shoulder screaming in protest. "Enough of the chatter, Viktor. Let’s wrap this up."Viktor grinned, blood smearing his teeth. "Eager to join your father, Damian?"We moved together, I came down from above, while Caden aimed low, trying to t

Maya's POV The pack house is buzzing with energy.Music flows from the open doors, fiddles and drums creating a lively atmosphere, with voices raised in joyful song. Lanterns dangle from every beam, casting a warm glow on faces that have been shrouded in darkness for too long. The war has ended. Viktor is gone. Tonight, we celebrate.I find myself at the edge of the crowd, a glass of wine in hand, just watching.Damian is lounging on the sofa by the fireplace, with Selena nestled between his legs, her back against his chest. He’s got his arms wrapped around her, resting his chin on her shoulder as they laugh over something—probably Rina, who’s spinning in the center of the room with Lily, the little girl squealing with delight.“They’re so mushy,” I mutter.Greta appears next to me. “They’re in love.”“Same difference.”Greta almost cracks a smile.

Maya's POV The silence in the pack house was too damn loud.A week of peace, and my nerves were still strung tight, waiting for the next alarm. I found myself in the clinic, reorganizing supplies that didn't need organizing. My hands were busy, but my head kept drifting to Caden. To the way he'd stood on the field after killing Viktor, looking at his bloody hands like he didn't recognize them. To how he'd been quiet ever since, a ghost moving through the halls.He wasn't in the dining hall at lunch. I asked one of warrior, who just shrugged. "Saw him heading toward the west tree line an hour ago. Looked like he needed air."Air. Right.I didn't think about it. I just went. My boots crunched on the gravel path leading away from the main compound, into the thinning woods that marked the start of the neutral zone. The late afternoon sun cut through the pines in sharp, dusty beams.I found him sitting on a fallen log by the old cre

Selena's POV The afternoon sun streams gently through the window, casting a warm, golden glow. I’m sitting on the floor of our room, surrounded by dried flowers and spools of ribbon. Beside me, Lily is focused, her small hands a bit clumsy but determined, her tongue sticking out as she tries to hold a stem steady.“Like this,” I say, demonstrating how to twist the stems together.“Like this?” she asks, holding up her own effort. It’s a bit crooked, with petals falling off, but her eyes are sparkling with excitement.“Perfect.”Her grin is everything.We work quietly for a while, the fire crackling softly in the background. I can hear laughter coming from somewhere in the pack house.“Selena.”“Hmm?”“Where do flowers go when they die?”I glance at her, and she looks serious.“They go back to the ear