Semua Bab The Demoted Luna : Bab 61 - Bab 69

Torin's POV The moment I stepped into the council hall, I knew something was wrong without anyone saying a word, because the air felt tight, heavy in a way that pressed against my chest and made breathing feel like a conscious effort rather than something natural. The elders were already seated, their voices low and tense as they spoke among themselves, and when they noticed my presence, the murmurs died down almost immediately as every gaze turned toward me at once.I walked forward slowly, my expression composed even though I could feel something restless building beneath my skin, something that had been growing for days now without release. My steps echoed lightly against the floor as I approached the center, and I did not sit, not yet, because I wanted to hear what had dragged them all here in such urgency.One of the council members stood up, his hands clasped behind his back, his posture stiff in a way that suggested he was holding onto anger more than grief. His eyes met mine,

Nia's POV The scent of copper and the sterile bite of medicinal herbs clung to the back of my throat as Darien hauled me through the infirmary doors, his fingers digging into the flesh of my upper arm with a pressure that bordered on punishing. He did not speak a single word as he steered me toward an empty examination bed, his jaw set in a line so rigid it looked as though it might snap under the strain of his own suppressed fury. He forced me down onto the thin mattress with an aggressive shove that sent a jolt of white hot agony through my side, making my vision blur as the fresh gash there began to weep through the temporary bandage I had pressed against it. I hissed through my teeth, my hand flying to the wound that he had inflicted less than twenty minutes ago when our sparring match turned from a display of skill into a calculated venting of his pent up frustrations."What kind of stunt were you pulling back there in front of my brother, Nia?" Darien demanded, his voice dropp

Narek's POV “You are walking too fast,” I say finally, forcing my voice to remain steady, because the silence has stretched long enough to become uncomfortable, and I refuse to let it choke me.Raphael does not stop, does not even slow down, but I see the slight tilt of his head that tells me he heard me.“Keep up,” he replies, his tone flat, and I exhale slowly, resisting the urge to roll my eyes.“Do you always act like this after someone saves your pride?” I ask, letting a hint of amusement slip into my voice, because I know he hates being reminded of that moment at the temple gate.He stops this time, abruptly enough that I almost walk into him, and when he turns, his eyes lock onto mine with something sharp and unreadable flickering within them.“You call that saving my pride?” he asks, his voice low, and I swallow as I hold his gaze, refusing to back down.“What would you call it?” I counter, raising a brow slightly, though my heartbeat betrays me by picking up its pace, becaus

Darren's POV The moment I stepped out of the dungeon, the cold air outside still did nothing to cool the rage burning through my chest, and every step I took through the hallway felt heavier than the last because no matter how hard I tried to focus on the present situation, my mind kept dragging me back toward the image of Nia lying unconscious in her own blood while Kiera cried beside her.I could still feel her blood on my hands.Even after washing them twice.It remained there in my head.Darien walked quietly beside me, his expression calmer than mine, though I could tell he was equally disturbed by everything that had happened.The guards standing along the hall immediately bowed their heads as we passed, their eyes carefully avoiding mine because word had already spread through the pack.Nothing remained hidden for long in a place like this.Especially not blood.“Gather the council,” I ordered coldly without slowing my pace.Darien glanced toward me briefly.“Right now?”“Yes.