Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Rogue Luna's Revenge : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Brynn Hollis' POVThe stone circle was ancient.Moss-covered pillars, carved with symbols I didn't recognize. The full moon hung directly overhead, casting silver light on the grass. The Shepherd sat across from me on a fallen stone, her hands folded in her lap.Farrah stood at the edge of the circle, hand on her blade. The Shepherd had come alone. No guards. No wolves."You trust me?" I asked."I trust that you're curious. That's enough.""Why did you want this meeting?"She tilted her head. "To end the war. Before more wolves die.""You started this war.""I started this centuries ago. And I'm tired, Brynn. Tired of fighting. Tired of hiding. Tired of watching wolves I care about die for a cause they don't understand.""Then surrender.""I can't.""Why not?"She was quiet for a long moment."Because if I surrender, everything I've built collapses. The packs I've liberated. The wolves I've saved. The hope I've given to rogues who had none.""You've killed more than you've saved.""I'

Brynn Hollis' POVThe sun rose over Blackspire, painting the stones gold.I sat on the roof beside the Shepherd's body, my blade still in my hand, my chest heaving. Dax knelt in front of me, checking me for wounds."Are you hurt?""I don't think so. Her blood, not mine."He pulled me into his arms. I clung to him, shaking."It's done," he whispered. "She's gone."I looked at the Shepherd's face. Peaceful now. All the rage, the centuries of pain, finally still."I almost pity her," I said."Don't. She made her choices.""I know. But I understand her."---The fortress fell apart without her.Shadowfen wolves surrendered or fled. The prisoners we freed—dozens of them—stumbled out of the dungeons, blinking in the dawn light. Among them, wolves from packs the Shepherd had destroyed years ago.Farrah organized the surrender. Rian tended to the wounded. Lyssa, the former spy, helped identify the Shepherd's loyalists.And I walked through the aftermath, searching for something I couldn't nam

Brynn Hollis' POVThree months after the Shepherd's death, the packs came calling.Not with swords—with emissaries. Wolves who wanted to meet the Luna of Many Faces. Who wanted to hear about unity, about alliances, about a future without tyrants.I wasn't ready.But they came anyway.---The first emissary arrived on a rainy afternoon.An older wolf, gray-muzzled, with kind eyes. He represented a coalition of small packs who had survived the Shepherd's raids by hiding."We want to join you," he said. "Not as subjects. As partners.""You don't know me," I said."I know what you did. You killed the Shepherd. You freed the prisoners. You built something worth protecting.""I built a pack. Not an empire.""Then teach us to build too."---Dax and I talked late into the night."What do you want to do?" he asked."I want to say no. I want to hide in Silver Creek and raise our children and never think about the Shepherd again.""But?""But I can't. Those packs are vulnerable. If we don't hel

Brynn Hollis' POVPeace lasted six months.Long enough to forget. Long enough to believe the nightmares were over. Long enough to let my guard down.Then the messenger came.---Not a bird. Not a wolf. A child.A girl, no older than Micah, wandering through the border woods. She was dirty, barefoot, her eyes hollow. The guards brought her to me."Found her at the eastern edge," Farrah said. "She won't speak."I knelt in front of the girl."Can you tell me your name?"She stared at me.Then she reached into her pocket and pulled out a folded piece of parchment. Her hand was shaking.I took it.The seal was black wax. No symbol I recognized. I broke it open.Luna Brynn,You've done well. You killed the Shepherd. You united the packs. You built something new.But the world is larger than you know. There are wolves beyond the mountains. Wolves who have been watching. Wolves who are not impressed.Come north. Alone. Or your pack will burn.—The Council of the NorthI read it twice. Three t

Brynn Hollis' POVThe bone hall loomed above us.Not built from the bones of wolves—I realized that as we got closer. The spires were carved from the skeletons of ancient beasts, creatures I didn't recognize. Rib cages formed archways. Skulls the size of wagons served as foundations."Who built this?" Farrah whispered."Not wolves," Lyssa said. "Something older."Wren clung to my hand. Her small fingers were ice-cold."It's okay," I said. "I'm here."The gates were open.No guards. No wolves. Just a dark passage leading into the heart of the hall."It's a trap," Farrah said."Obviously.""Then why are we walking into it?""Because the girl's mother is inside. And because running is what they expect."---We walked through the gates.The passage was narrow, the walls lined with torches that burned green. The air smelled of old incense and older blood. Every step echoed.Wren started to shake."Wren, look at me."She looked up."Close your eyes. Hold my hand. Don't let go until I say."