Semua Bab The Reborn Luna's Vengeance: Bab 21 - Bab 30

The howl echoed again through Moonridge territory.Urgent.Sharp.Wrong.Rowan and Aria burst through the treeline just outside the pack house courtyard, where warriors were already gathering in response to the alarm. Torches flickered along the perimeter walls, throwing uneasy shadows across the stone.Something had happened.And everyone could feel it.A scout sprinted toward Rowan, breathing hard.“Alpha!”Rowan stepped forward immediately.“What is it?”The young warrior bowed his head briefly before speaking.“The eastern patrol point… the one near the ravine…”Rowan’s expression darkened.“What about it?”The scout swallowed.“The boundary markers were moved.”Silence fell over the courtyard.Aria frowned.“Moved?”“Yes,” the scout said quickly. “The scent markers and patrol signals were shifted deeper into our territory.”Rowan’s e

The forest had never felt so still.   Rowan stood across from Kael, every muscle in his body coiled tight with restrained fury. The moonlight filtered through the towering trees, illuminating the clearing where the three Alphas now faced one another.   Tension crackled in the air like lightning before a storm.   Aria remained between them, though her attention had shifted completely.   To Kael’s last words.   The kind that brings the dead back to life.   Her chest tightened.   “You’re lying,” Rowan said coldly.   Kael tilted his head slightly.   “Am I?”   Rowan took a step forward.

The forest was silent after Lena’s final breath. Too silent. Rowan knelt beside her body, his hands stained with her blood. The scent of it hung thick in the cold morning air, metallic and sharp. Around them, the Moonridge warriors stood tense, their wolves restless beneath their skin. Lena’s lifeless eyes stared toward the pale sky. She had almost spoken the truth. Almost. Rowan clenched his jaw. “Damn it.” Aria stood several feet away, staring into the treeline where the blade had come from. Her instincts screamed that whoever had thrown it was already gone. But they had been close. Too close. “They were watching,” she said quietly. Rowan rose slowly, fury radiating from him like heat from a wildfire. “I know.”

The forest beyond Moonridge territory seemed alive with menace. Rowan moved swiftly through the trees, his wolf surging alongside him. Every sense was alert, every muscle ready. Behind him, Moonridge warriors followed in silence, their nerves taut but their loyalty unshakable. Aria ran beside him, silver eyes scanning the darkness. Her senses were still heightened from the last battle. The energy inside her pulsed faintly, like moonlight under her skin. She could feel Kael’s presence ahead, a dark aura that made her wolf bristle. Rowan slowed near a ridge overlooking the valley. Below, the enemy camp stretched across the open forest floor. Fires flickered in scattered circles. Shadows moved among them. The golden glint of Kael’s eyes caught the torchlight. “There,” Aria whispered. Rowan nodded grimly. His jaw was tight, his black wolf coiling like a spring inside him. He glanced

The moon hung full and heavy over Moonridge, casting a silver glow across the forest. Every leaf, every blade of grass, seemed to vibrate with the tension that had settled over the pack.   Rowan stood at the ridge, black fur bristling, jaw tight, eyes scanning the horizon. His warriors were ready, but even the strongest among them knew that tonight would decide everything. Kael’s forces were approaching, organised, relentless, and determined to destroy Moonridge once and for all.   Aria stood beside him, her silver eyes glowing faintly, the residual power of the Silver Moon still coursing through her veins. Tonight, that power would be fully unleashed. She could feel it, alive, roaring beneath her skin, waiting for the moment to erupt.   “Are you ready?” Rowan asked, voice low but commanding.