The Luna’s Trial의 모든 챕터: 챕터 21 - 챕터 30

Tamara’s POVThe scream tore out of my throat and kept tearing inside me, scraping through my chest until everything was heat and feral rage. My vision burned red as two figures moved in front of me. I lunged before thought could catch up. One went down with my hand crushing his throat, the other’s arm snapped before he could even draw his weapon. Their pleas blurred into distant noise.“You shot her,” I said in a voice that didn’t sound like mine, before silencing the last man in heavy, final quiet.The rage stayed, burning, as I stumbled back to the clearing. Blood hit my nose first, sharp and metallic. Her body lay exactly where I had left it. The red haze faded at the edges as my chest tightened. I dropped to my knees beside her.“She’s not moving,” I whispered. “Why isn’t she moving?”Every breath scraped my throat as smoke curled faintly off my skin. My chest rose and fell in uneven bursts, something deep inside me still clawing upward.“Tamara…”Kat’s voice came from behind me,

Tamara’s POVI ran through the forest, each step tearing at the earth beneath me, the air sharp and biting against my lungs. My claws dug into the mud, and the scent of pine mixed with damp soil filled my nostrils. Smoke curled from my body, coiling around my arms and shoulders, and my red eyes flared against the darkness. The heat of the Dark Wolf inside me roared, every heartbeat pounding against my ribs like a war drum.The wind tugged at my hair. Leaves scraped against my arms, thorns tore my jacket, and my muscles burned with each stride. The woods seemed alive, every crack of a twig echoing like a gunshot. My claws scraped against bark as I propelled myself forward, lungs on fire, heart thrumming with a dangerous rhythm.I stumbled into a clearing and froze. Shadows shifted, and I saw them, people, frozen in place, bodies stiff. Their eyes widened. The sheer presence radiating from me, the whiff of smoke, the red glow of my eyes, the pulse of the Dark Wolf, froze them where they

Jenna’s POVThe café smelled of roasted beans and warm milk, the kind of scent that usually steadied me. Today it didn’t. My hands moved on their own, wiping down the counter, rearranging cups that were already in place.The bell above the door rang. I glanced up automatically.Two women stepped inside. One carried herself like she owned the room even though she didn’t belong in it, her sharp eyes scanning everything. The other moved slower, deliberate, her gaze unfocused but unsettling in a different way, the loose braid over her shoulder elegant against her posture.They didn’t look like customers.I straightened. “Hi. What can I get you?”The sharper one looked around briefly, mapping the place, then her eyes landed on me.“Coffee. Black.” Her tone was flat, distracted.The calmer one smiled faintly. “Tea, please.”I nodded, turning toward the machine. My fingers trembled slightly as I reached for a cup. Something felt off.“You own this place?” the sharp one asked.“Yes,” I replie

Jenna’s POVThe morning didn't feel new. It pressed in like everything I'd ignored before had sharpened into focus all at once.The air thickened around me, heavy with presence rather than noise. I sensed the low hum of traffic vibrating through the street outside, the faint tremors of footsteps echoing beyond my window, even the warm rush of my own breath filling my chest more solidly than it used to.I stood by the sink, gaze fixed on the chipped porcelain edge where water droplets clung and slowly merged.“You’re thinking too hard,” Persia said from behind me.Her voice cut through steady and even, anchoring the room's quiet chaos in a way I hated needing.“I’m not thinking,” I replied. “I’m trying not to.”A small pause hung between us, the floorboards creaking faintly under her subtle shift.“That’s worse,” she said.I exhaled softly, the sound rougher in my ears, and turned to face her. She leaned against the doorframe, fully dressed in her usual crisp layers, her posture unruff

Percy’s POVThe doors opened before I reached them.Conversations died the moment I stepped in. Lips murmured words they dared not speak aloud. Whispers faded into the cool air.The words came from somewhere to my left. Quiet. But not quiet enough. Their edge sliced through the hush.My gaze shifted.The boy who said it stiffened immediately. His shoulders pulled tight. Like he realized too late who heard him. Sweat beaded at his temple.“You want to repeat that?” I asked.My voice didn’t rise.It didn’t need to. It cut clean.He swallowed. “I. Alpha. I didn’t.”“Then don’t start.”Silence dropped hard across the room. Thick and pressing.No one spoke again.I walked past them without another word. Shoes steady against the stone floor. Each step echoed. Reminding them who they stood under. Cold stone chilled through my soles.The council doors were already open, they were waiting.It settled differently in the lungs. Heavier than the pack hall. Like the walls had absorbed too many dec