Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE BROKEN LUNA’S REVENGE : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

The army marched through the day, the sun climbing, the shadows shortening, the weight of what was coming pressing on every wolf who watched the horizon. Aria walked at the head of her pack, the blade blazing at her hip, her eyes fixed on the forest where Selena’s forces were said to be gathering. Beside her, Logan matched her pace, his hand never far from his sword, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of her thoughts.She had spent the night planning, the maps spread across her quarters, the pieces of Selena’s army laid out like stones on a game board. Greer had brought reports of enemy movements, scouts tracking the dark wolves who had answered Selena’s call. Viktor had mapped the terrain, the valleys and ridges that would decide where the battle was fought. Mira had counted the wounded, the healers, the supplies that would mean the difference between life and death.Aria had listened to them all, weighing their words, shaping their knowledge into something that might hold aga

The army marched through the night, the wounded carried in wagons, the dead honored with songs that echoed across the mountains. Aria walked at the head of her pack, the blade blazing at her hip, her eyes fixed on the lights of Silver Moon that grew brighter with every step. Logan was beside her, his hand in hers, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of her thoughts.They reached the gates as the sun began to rise, the city waking around them, wolves rushing to tend the wounded, to count the dead, to welcome the warriors who had fought beside the Crimson heir. Aria stood at the threshold, looking at the home she had reclaimed, the future she had built from the ashes of what she had lost.She had won. But the darkness that had consumed Selena was still out there, waiting, patient, hungry. And the figure she had seen on the horizon, older than the mountains, older than the first, was watching.The days that followed were a blur of healing and rebuilding. Aria walked through the cit

The days following Selena’s ambush were a crucible. Aria moved through the camps with renewed purpose, her voice carrying the certainty of a wolf who had learned patience was not the same as weakness. The attacks had stopped, but the fear lingered. Wolves who had come to her banner seeking protection now looked at the shadows with suspicion, waiting for the next blow to fall.She would not let them wait long.On the morning after the third attack, she gathered her commanders on the eastern wall. The plain below was empty, but the forest beyond held secrets she intended to uncover. Greer stood with her arm still bound, her face hard. Viktor leaned against the stone, his missing fingers curled around a blade that had tasted shadow blood. Mira waited at the edge of the group, her hands steady, her eyes clear.Logan was beside Aria, his hand on her arm, his voice low. “You are planning to strike back.”“She has been hitting us where we are weakest, at the edges, with wolves who are not ye

The army marched through the night, the torches of their camp snuffed, their steps muffled by the snow that had begun to fall. Aria led them through the forest east of the ruins, following paths the scouts had marked weeks before. Logan was beside her, his hand on his sword, his breath misting in the cold. Behind them, Greer’s veterans moved in silence, their blades wrapped to keep them from clattering. Viktor’s outcasts ranged ahead, their dark forms blending with the trees.They reached the ridge overlooking the fortress as the first gray light seeped over the mountains. Below, the old walls rose against the snow, torches flickering on the ramparts, shadows moving behind the gates. Selena’s army had grown since the last scouts had reported; Aria could see the mass of tents spreading beyond the outer wall, the wolves who had answered the darkness’s call.She studied the fortress with eyes that had learned to see past fear. “She has fortified the gates, placed archers on the towers, a

The darkness at the edge of the forest did not move. It simply waited, a weight against the horizon that pressed on every wolf who looked at it. Aria stood on the wall through the night, the blade blazing at her hip, her eyes fixed on the shadows. Logan stayed beside her, his hand never leaving hers, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of her thoughts.The scouts reported nothing. The trees did not move. The silence was absolute.By dawn, the weight had lifted. The shadows receded, leaving only the forest and the cold light of morning. Aria descended from the wall, her muscles aching, her mind racing. She had faced the Nameless One, the council’s armies, Selena’s hunters. But this was different. This was waiting.She found Greer at the armory, distributing weapons to the wolves who had come with the Stone Ridge survivors. Viktor was organizing patrols, his outcasts moving through the city with silent efficiency. Mira had the healers’ tents ready, her hands steady, her voice calm