Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE BROKEN LUNA’S REVENGE : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

The morning after the delegation from Silver Moon departed, Aria found Greer waiting at the training ground, her scarred face carved from stone.“We have a problem,” Greer said, her voice low. “One of the scouts who went with Logan’s mission returned early. He says Logan was betrayed from within.”Aria’s blood ran cold. “By whom?”“He does not know the name. But someone in the settlement fed information to the Stone Ridge Pack. They knew Logan was coming. They knew where he would be. That is how they trapped him.”Aria stood in the center of the training ground, the morning light painting her shadow long and dark across the packed earth. She had faced enemies on the ridge, had stared into the eyes of the Nameless One, had walked through fire and shadow. But betrayal from within was a wound that never fully healed.“Gather the wolves who were here when Logan left,” she said. “Everyone who knew the plan. I want them in the meeting hall before midday.”Greer hesitated. “You suspect someo

The morning after Logan’s return, Aria called her war council to the meeting hall.The Silver Moon delegation had not left. Elder Marcus and his wolves had witnessed the aftermath of the rescue, had seen Logan brought back from the Stone Ridge camp, had heard the story of the traitor Kael and Selena’s manipulation. They had not spoken of justice or punishment since. They were waiting, watching, weighing what they had seen.Logan sat beside Aria, his wounds cleaned and bandaged, his face pale but his eyes clear. He had argued against attending, and had insisted he was too weak to be useful. She had refused to leave him behind. She needed him beside her, not as a warrior, but as the wolf who knew Selena better than any of them.Greer spread a map across the table, her scarred fingers tracing the territories where Selena’s influence had spread. Silver Moon, the Stone Ridge Pack, the rogue camps that had turned against Aria. It was a web of alliances built on fear, on promises, on the hop

The blades clashed, light against shadow, and Aria felt the world fall away.Selena’s face twisted with hatred, her eyes burning with the darkness that had claimed her. The new weapon blazed in Aria’s hand, brighter than the sun, brighter than the fire that had consumed her life so many years ago. But as their blades locked, as the light and shadow fought for dominance, the past rose up like a wave, pulling her under.She was standing in the Great Hall of Silver Moon, white silk pooling at her feet, the eyes of the pack on her face. Logan stood at the altar, his back to her, his voice cold.“I reject you, Aria Nightshade.”She had fallen then, had felt the bond snap, had watched the faces of the wolves she had loved turn to stone. But it was not Logan’s face she saw now. It was the council. Elder Marcus, his eyes on the floor, unable to meet hers. Elder Theron, his mouth twisted with satisfaction. Elder Vara, who had held her as a pup, who had taught her the old songs, who had looked

Selena’s army did not come to meet Aria’s forces in open battle. She was too cunning for that, too patient, too hungry.Instead, she struck where Aria was weakest. Not at the army itself, but at the wolves who held it together.The first attack came at dawn, three days after the raid on the Stone Ridge camp. Aria had sent Greer ahead with a small scouting party to find a path through the eastern pass, a route that would let them reach Silver Moon before Selena could reinforce its walls. Greer had taken her best wolves, the ones who had been with Aria since the beginning.They never reached the pass.Aria was reviewing the morning reports when a wounded scout stumbled into camp, his face pale, his armor torn. “Greer,” he gasped. “Selena’s wolves… ambushed us in the valley. They knew we were coming.”Aria’s blood ran cold. “Where is she?”“We scattered. I saw her fall, but I do not know if she lives.”Aria was already moving, shouting for Viktor, for Logan, for every wolf who could figh

The letters from the council lay scattered across the map table, their truth still burning in Aria’s mind. She had not slept. Could not sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw her father’s handwriting, his desperate warning, his certainty that he would die.Logan found her at dawn, standing at the edge of the camp, her eyes fixed on the walls of Silver Moon. He had brought word from the scouts, news that could not wait.“They have found something,” he said, his voice low. “A messenger trying to slip through the eastern pass. He carried this.”He held out a scroll, sealed with wax that bore no mark, but the parchment was old, the kind used by the royal council. Aria took it, her hands steady despite the pounding of her heart.She broke the seal and read.The Crimson heir has the weapon. She is stronger than we anticipated. We cannot stop her directly. But we can turn those she trusts against her. Selena has agreed to our terms. She will strike where Aria is weakest her heart. Th