Alle Kapitel von The Demoted Luna : Kapitel 111 – Kapitel 120

Third Person POV The grand banquet hall of the Blood Thorne fortress was completely transformed for the evening, the usually solemn stone walls draped in vibrant banners of crimson and gold while dozens of large iron chandeliers cast a warm, flickering glow over the joyous gathering below. Alpha Torin had spared absolutely no expense in throwing a massive welcoming party for the three children, determined to wash away the lingering shadows of their recent political stress with an explosion of pure family celebration. The long wooden tables along the perimeter were piled high with roasted meats, sweet pastries, and flagons of spiced berry juice, creating a rich, inviting aroma that filled the entire space with a sense of rare abundance. In the center of the hall, the massive stone floor had been completely cleared to make way for a chaotic series of games and competitions that had the younger pack members running around in states of pure, unbridled excitement. Vileen was currently lea

Nia's POV The announcement about my children echoed through the massive rafters of the banquet hall, and my world completely shattered in a single second. The festive music died instantly, replaced by a sudden, deafening wave of panic that rushed through the crowd of warriors. My heart hammered violently against my ribs as I looked at the empty space where my three beautiful pups had been playing just moments ago. Vileen’s laughter was gone, and the energetic shouts of Vince and Vincenzo were nowhere to be heard. I stumbled back against the heavy wooden table, my hands trembling so hard that I could barely keep my balance. Torin rushed into the hall a moment later, his face pale and his silver eyes wide with a rare, terrified urgency. He ran straight to my side, throwing his massive arms around me as my knees finally buckled under the sheer weight of the terror."Where are they, Torin?" I cried out, the hot tears finally spilling over my eyelashes and wetting the front of his leather

Darien's pov I walked back into my office and slammed the heavy oak door shut behind me. My head was pounding, the skin of my jaw still throbbing from the brutal punch Raphael had delivered the night before. I did not care about my face right now. The entire northern alliance was about to collapse into a bloody civil war if I did not control the narrative immediately.I sat down at my desk and closed my eyes, forcing my mind to open the pack link. I bypassed the local channels and reached across the border, targeting a specific frequency.*Darren, do you hear me?* I sent the message through the mindlink, my mental voice sharp and commanding.It took a few seconds before my Beta’s voice echoed back in my head. *I hear you, Alpha. What is the situation? The banquet hall is still in absolute chaos over the triplets.**Listen to me very carefully,* I commanded. *I need you to intercept and keep off any intel that might arrive at the Blood Thorne pack from our territory. Block the regular

Third person POV The dim light of a solitary lantern flickered against the damp stone walls of the isolated house, casting long and twisted shadows across the cold floorboards. In the far corner of the dusty room, the three young triplets sat pressed tightly against each other, their small bodies trembling with a mixture of profound exhaustion and silent terror. A single wooden bowl filled with a thick, unappealing stew sat completely untouched right in their front, the surface of the food already forming a cold skin as the minutes dragged on. Two heavily armed guards stood near the boarded window, their hands resting loosely on the hilts of their blades as they watched the silent children with growing impatience. The heavy atmosphere of the room remained thick with an unspoken dread, shattered only by the occasional distant howl of the wind outside the reinforced walls.The heavy iron latch of the main entrance suddenly clicked, and the thick oak door groaned open to admit a cold gus

Torin's POV The iron hinges of the war room doors groaned loudly as I pushed them open. The air inside felt heavy with the scent of old parchment and stressed warriors. I scanned the long wooden table for Nia, but her chair stood completely empty.Gamma Raphael stood near the weapon racks with his back turned to me. He was aggressively polishing a silver blade with a piece of dark burlap cloth. His shoulders were hunched over, and his entire posture radiated a sudden, volatile tension."Have you seen Nia and Kiera around the residential sector, Raphael?" I asked, my voice echoing roughly against the bare stone walls. "I just returned from the northern ridge outposts, and the guards haven't seen them since morning."Raphael stopped his movement instantly and lowered the blade to his side. He turned to face me, revealing heavily bloodshot eyes surrounded by dark shadows. His left cheek still carried a faint bruise that looked like the imprint of a human hand.He shook his head slowly,