บททั้งหมดของ The Demoted Luna : บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

Third Person POV The flickering glow of the tallow candles did not manage to lift the heavy gloom that completely dominated the high end meeting hall. The twelve hidden figures sat around the long obsidian table, their dark velvet robes rustling softly whenever one of them shifted positions in the damp air. The absolute silence in the room stretched out for several tense minutes before a frail lady standing at the head of the table cleared her throat to speak. She adjusted the heavy folds of her dark cowl with a trembling hand, her fingers showing the pale spots of old age as she unrolled a small piece of parchment to officially announce the current meeting agenda."We must begin this session by reviewing our primary operations because we have successfully cornered Alpha Torin to yield completely to our complex trade demands," the frail lady announced, her high pitch voice echoing softly against the cold masonry of the hidden chamber. "However, with the look of things during the rece

Nia's POV The heavy, suffocating tension that had gripped the central estate of the Dark Crest Moon pack for days finally began to quiet down a bit as the seasonal rains washed over the valley, leaving behind a damp stillness that allowed the warriors to lower their weapons for the first time since our arrival. The strict lockdown that had kept us confined to the small guest quarters was gradually relaxed by the elders, giving Kiera and me a bit of genuine freedom to move around the inner courtyard without a dozen silver blades constantly pointed at our chests. I spent most of my mornings walking along the stone parapets of the western wall, my eyes searching the distant, misty tree line of the neutral forest while my mind continuously replayed the image of my missing triplets. The ache in my heart was a constant, heavy weight that made every breath feel like a physical struggle, but I had to force myself to stay perfectly composed if I wanted to survive this political nightmare and

Rapheal's POV I stared at the faded parchment in Narek’s trembling hands, my eyes widening in absolute shock as I read the jagged handwriting over and over again until the words began to blur together under the dim moonlight. A sudden, white-hot anger began surging through my veins, my chest heaving with a violent intensity that made the muscles in my jaw tighten to the point of breaking. The ancient dust in the room suddenly felt incredibly suffocating, and I had to lean heavily against the edge of the wooden table to keep my balance as the foundation of everything I believed in cracked open.Narek slowly lowered the paper, his face completely pale as he looked up at me with a profound, quiet sadness in his eyes. "So this was exactly what she and Nia were secretly researching in the archive vaults before she was officially branded as Adrian’s brutal killer," Narek said, his voice dropping to a hollow whisper that made the cold air in the study feel even more bitter. "They stumbled o

Narek's POV The physicians arrived quickly at the northern border gate, their medical bags clattering loudly as they rushed toward the four lifeless bodies of the messengers lying face down in the cold mud. I watched them work with a hollow feeling in my chest, my hands clenching into tight fists inside my pockets as the smell of fresh rain and copper filled the damp afternoon air. I closed my eyes for a brief second and immediately opened a direct mindlink to Torin, my thoughts carrying the heavy weight of our grim reality straight to the Alpha's mind."Torin, we have a massive situation at the northern border checkpoint because the southern iron shipment has just arrived," I explained to him through the mental link, keeping my voice perfectly calm despite the panic threatening to overwhelm my senses. "Just like the horrifying incident we witnessed last night, all four of the carriage drivers foamed out of their mouths and died on the spot the exact moment they crossed our perimeter.

Nia's POV I pulled the rough, woolen hood of my drab brown cloak lower over my forehead, the coarse fabric scratching against the raw skin of my cheek as I adjusted the heavy wicker basket resting on my hip. The bustling border marketplace was a chaotic sea of shouting merchants, braying pack mules, and the sharp, metallic tang of cheap iron wares under the dim afternoon sun. Beside me, Kiera shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her posture carefully slouched to mimic the defeated stance of a weary peasant while her hand remained subtly close to the hidden pocket where her small dagger lay. We had spent the last two hours rubbing grease and soot over our faces, transforming our features into the tired, dirt-streaked masks of lowly traders who had lost everything to the lawless roads."Do you truly believe these rogue merchants are going to buy our story without asking for our guild papers, Nia?" Kiera whispered under her breath, her eyes darting nervously toward a group of b