Alle Kapitel von The Demoted Luna : Kapitel 51 – Kapitel 60

Torin's POV I stood there watching the door close behind Darren, the faint echo of his presence still lingering in the room as though he had not truly left, and for a moment I said nothing while my fingers curled slowly into a fist at my side and my jaw tightened, because there was something about the way he carried himself that always felt like a challenge, like he had walked into my territory not just to retrieve what belonged to him but to remind me that there were still things beyond my reach, and I hated that feeling more than I cared to admit.Raphael let out a sharp breath behind me, the sound heavy with restrained anger as he shifted his weight and crossed his arms over his chest, his gaze fixed on the door as though he could still see Darren standing there, and I turned slightly to look at him while running a hand through my hair, trying to steady the thoughts that were beginning to collide in my head.“Say what you need to say,” I muttered, my voice low but steady, even tho

Narek's POV The road to the wolf temple was nothing like the stories people told around fires during winter nights, because those stories always made it sound mystical and sacred, but as I rode beside Raphael through the rough forest path with dust clinging to my boots and exhaustion slowly crawling into my bones, all I could think about was how lonely the journey actually felt.The wind brushed past my face while the horses moved steadily through the narrow trail, and for the third time in less than an hour, I caught Raphael glancing toward the trees like he expected someone to jump out at us at any moment.“You know staring at every moving leaf makes you look paranoid, right?” I asked calmly while adjusting the cloak around my shoulders.Raphael scoffed without looking at me. “And pretending the forest is safe makes you look stupid, so I guess we are both struggling.”I rolled my eyes slowly before looking ahead again. “You really do not know how to hold a normal conversation, do y

Nia's POV I sat quietly inside the carriage while staring through the small opening of the window, my fingers resting against the folded peace treaty document that Torin handed to me before our departure. The wheels rolled against the rough path slowly while Kiera hummed beside me with her legs crossed, her sword resting against her shoulder like she did not have a care in the world. I envied her calmness because the closer we got to Dark Crest Moon, the tighter my chest became.The scent of the territory reached me before the border gates even appeared.I closed my eyes slowly.Six years.Six whole years since I walked out of this place broken and poisoned.Six years since I carried my children inside my stomach while wondering if I would survive another night.Six years since I stopped being Luna Nia.Kiera leaned slightly toward me before nudging my arm gently."You are squeezing that paper too hard," she said softly.I lowered my gaze only to realize the edges of the document had

Nia's POV I leaned back against the edge of my desk, my fingers tapping slowly against the polished wood as I watched Darien from across the room, his expression carrying that familiar look of indifference that always made it hard to tell what exactly was going on in his head, and for a moment I simply studied him in silence before finally speaking.“Call for a council meeting,” I said, my voice calm but firm, my gaze not leaving him. “We will address everything at once, her arrival and the peace treaty.”Darien lifted his eyes toward me, one brow arching slightly as if he expected more, as if he thought I would hesitate or reconsider, but when I did not say anything further, he gave a small nod.“And what tone are we using for this announcement?” he asked, his voice carrying a hint of dry amusement. “Are we welcoming her as a guest or presenting her as something else entirely?”I let out a slow breath, straightening slightly.“As a guest,” I replied. “Nothing more, nothing less.”He

I stood at the entrance of the council hall with my chin slightly lifted and my expression calm, even though I could feel the weight of a hundred eyes settling on my skin the moment the doors were pushed open. The guards announced my presence with a tone that carried both respect and uncertainty, as though they were unsure whether to call me by a title that no longer belonged to me or one that I had yet to fully claim.My steps were steady as I walked in, Kiera following just half a step behind me, her posture straight and her gaze sharp, watching everything without turning her head too much. I could feel the tension in her body, the way she measured each movement around us, and it grounded me more than I would ever admit out loud.The council members were already seated, their robes draped neatly over their shoulders, their expressions ranging from curiosity to disbelief. Some of them leaned forward slightly, studying my face as if trying to confirm that I was truly standing before t