บททั้งหมดของ THE BROKEN LUNA’S REVENGE : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

The council’s army would arrive in seven days. Aria had seen their torches on the horizon, thousands of them, stretching across the plain like a second dawn. She had watched them make camp, build walls, prepare for a siege that would test everything she had built.She gave her pack no time to rest.The training began before the sun rose, the grounds of Silver Moon transformed into a proving ground. Aria moved through the ranks, her voice sharp, her eyes missing nothing. She had trained wolves before, had drilled them until their bodies screamed and their minds blurred. This was different. This was not preparation. This was survival.“You fight for your pack,” she called, her voice carrying across the field. “You fight for your families, your homes, your future. The council’s wolves fight for power, for fear, for the old ways that have kept them strong for centuries. They will not break easily. They will not run. You must be stronger, faster, smarter. You must be something they have ne

The first arrow struck the wall as the sun cleared the horizon, and the war that had been waiting for Aria since before she was born began.But Selena was not there to see it.She had been held in the depths of Silver Moon since her capture, in a cell carved from the same stone that had once held prisoners of the old council. The guards changed with the watches, their faces hard, their blades sharp. They did not speak to her, did not look at her, did not give her the satisfaction of knowing they feared her.She had waited. The darkness that had claimed her was patient, and she had learned patience from it. She had listened to the footsteps above, the shouts of training, the endless preparations for a battle she would not be part of.Until the night before the council’s army arrived, when the guards changed and one of them did not leave.He was young, barely more than a pup, his face hidden beneath a hood. He moved like a wolf who had spent his life in shadows, silent, swift, unseen. T

The council’s second army did not wait a full week. They came in pieces, testing, probing, searching for the cracks that would let them break through. The first skirmish came at dawn on the third day after the battle, a force of perhaps fifty wolves striking at the eastern patrols. Aria was on the wall before the scouts finished reporting, the new blade blazing at her hip.She found Greer already organizing the defense, her wound still bandaged but her eyes sharp. “They are testing us,” Greer said, her voice tight. “Seeing how fast we respond, where we are weakest, who leads the counterattack.”Aria studied the chaos below. The council’s wolves had hit the patrols hard, scattering them, pushing toward the gates. They were well-trained, disciplined, nothing like the rogue mercenaries Selena had gathered. These were wolves who had served the council for generations, who knew war as others knew peace.“They want us to commit our reserves,” Aria said, her mind racing. “They want to see wh

The council’s reinforcements would arrive in three days. Aria had counted the torches herself, standing on the eastern wall as the scouts brought their reports. Thousands of wolves, packs that had not fought in generations, marching to restore the old ways. Her pack had won the skirmishes, held the walls, beaten back the council’s probes. But they were outnumbered, exhausted, running out of time.She had walked the walls through the night, her mind racing through strategies that would not work, defenses that would not hold. The new blade was powerful, but it was not enough. She needed something more. Something that could turn the tide before the council’s army reached the gates.The first stirred in her blood, restless, urgent. There is a place, daughter. A place where the old blood was forged. Go there. Find what was hidden.Aria closed her eyes, following the pull of the ancient presence. She saw mountains she had never visited, caves that had been sealed for millennia, a light that

Selena’s escape had shaken the pack. Aria had doubled the watches, sealed the tunnels, and questioned every wolf who had been near the cells. But the guard who died had been alone, had seen nothing, had been killed by shadows that left no trace. The wolves who had watched Selena’s cell spoke of darkness that moved, whispers that had no source, a weight that pressed against their minds until they could not remember what they had seen.Aria knew the darkness that had claimed Selena. She had felt its hunger, its patience, its certainty. It had been waiting for this moment, had used Selena to weaken her, to divide her, to make her doubt the wolves who had followed her through fire and shadow.She stood at the window of the command room, the maps spread behind her, the city spreading below. Logan was beside her, his hand on her arm, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of her thoughts.“She is out there,” Aria said, her voice low. “She is watching, waiting for the moment to strike aga