Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Rogue Luna's Revenge : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Brynn Hollis' POVThe seer arrived at dawn.I knew her before she spoke—the weight of her gaze, the way the pack wolves stepped aside as she walked through the gates. She was old, older than anyone in Silver Creek, with skin like cracked leather and eyes the color of melted silver.Her name was Morwen.Not my mother. Not the Shepherd. A different Morwen—an oracle, a wanderer, a wolf who had seen centuries pass."The Blood Moon rises in twelve weeks," she said without greeting. "And Shadowfen gathers."Dax stepped in front of me. Protective. Stupid. Charming."How do you know about Shadowfen?""I know many things, Alpha. I know your mate's true name. I know the color of the wolf who hunts her. And I know the prophecy that will decide your children's fate."Dax's hand went to his blade."No weapons," Morwen said. "I'm not your enemy.""Then what are you?""A warning."---I led her to the library.Morwen sat in the chair by the window, the same chair where I'd hidden my journal years ag

Brynn Hollis' POVWe ran.The car fishtailed on the icy mountain road. Farrah drove. Dax sat in the back, holding Micah and Luna Rose, his eyes scanning the trees. I sat in the passenger seat, the silver dagger still in my hand.Howls echoed behind us. Close. Too close."They're gaining," Farrah said."Faster.""I can't. The road—"A wolf burst from the trees.Massive. Gray fur streaked with black. Its eyes glowed red—not like the bird's, but deeper, hungrier. It ran alongside the car, matching our speed, jaws snapping at the window.Dax shifted.In the confined space, the transformation was brutal—bones cracking, body twisting. He became a wolf in seconds, fur brushing the ceiling, and launched himself through the window.Glass shattered.I heard snarling. Screaming. Then silence."Dax!" I screamed.The car rounded a curve. I looked back. Dax stood in the middle of the road, naked, bloodied, alone. The other wolf lay motionless at his feet.He ran after us, caught up, climbed through

Brynn Hollis' POVThe day after the ritual, we returned to Silver Creek.Not because it was safe—it wasn't. Because hiding in the mountains wouldn't protect us. Not from Vesper. Not from the Shepherd. War was coming, and we needed every resource the pack could offer.Dax called a war council.Rian. Farrah. Vera. The senior warriors. Even the cook who had been cleared of suspicion—the real traitor was dead, killed in the attack at the cabin."We have eight weeks until the Blood Moon," Dax said. "Vesper will strike on that night. We need to be ready.""How?" Rian asked. "She has blood magic. We have steel and claws.""We have something she doesn't. We have each other."It sounded like a speech. But I saw the doubt in their eyes.I stood up."I've been training with Farrah. Learning to fight. Not as a wolf—not yet, not while I'm pregnant. With blades. With strategy. With the weaknesses in our defenses that Vesper already exploited."Heads turned. They weren't used to hearing me speak in

Brynn Hollis' POVDax couldn't stand.The poison had ravaged his body. He was alive—barely—but weak, trembling, unable to shift. The healer said it would be weeks before he fully recovered.Vesper wasn't giving us weeks.The Blood Moon was tomorrow."Dax, I need you to listen to me." I sat on the edge of his bed, holding his hand. "You can't lead the pack like this. You can't fight."His jaw tightened. "I can—""You can't." I squeezed his fingers. "But I can."He stared at me."Acting Alpha," I said. "Temporary. Until you're well. The pack needs someone at the helm. Rian is injured. The other senior wolves are scared. And I'm the only one who knows what Vesper wants.""You're eight months pregnant.""Which means I'm highly motivated to survive."He didn't laugh. But he didn't argue either.After a long silence, he nodded."The pack won't like it.""The pack doesn't have to like it. They just have to follow."---The war council was tense.I stood at the head of the table—Dax's place.

Brynn Hollis' POVVesper's wolves closed around me.Hands grabbed my arms—too many hands, too rough. I didn't resist. I had promised. Quietly. Willingly.Behind me, Dax's roar echoed across the battlefield. I didn't look back. If I looked back, I would break."Walk," Vesper said.I walked.---They took me to Shadowfen.The journey was a blur—hours of marching through dark forest, the red moon overhead, Vesper's wolves silent around me. My body ached. Luna Rose kicked, restless, afraid.I know, baby. I'm scared too.We arrived at dawn.Shadowfen was not a pack house. It was a fortress—stone walls, iron gates, watchtowers crowned with spikes. The inside was worse. Dark corridors. The smell of blood and fear. Cages lining the walls, filled with wolves.I saw Marta's daughter.A young woman, maybe twenty, curled in a corner of a cage, her face bruised, her eyes hollow."Marta's girl," I said.Vesper glanced at her. "She's still alive. As promised.""Let her go. Now.""When I'm ready."I