Alle Kapitel von Selene the Silver Luna : Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

​​The Keeper’s words hung in the icy subterranean air like a suspended blade.​Kael didn't lower his silver broadsword, his knuckles white against the hilt. "The Arch-Hunter is already marching on the territory? The pack has no Alpha on the throne, Elder William is holding the gates open, and the warriors don't even know who the real enemy is."​"Which is why you cannot return to them as you are," the Keeper said, her voice smooth and unhurried as she swept her star-metal staff through the glowing blue mist. "Look at yourself, young Alpha. The black curse still slumbers beneath your skin. If you return to your court now, the Arch-Hunter will turn your own wolf against you before you even cross the drawbridge."​Kael’s jaw set tight, the metallic grey of his eyes flashing violently with gold. He knew she was right. He could feel the cold, heavy weight of the entity's poison lurking near his heart, waiting for his body to weaken.​Selene pushed herself up from the black sand, her damp c

​The torchlight flickered against the damp stone corridor, casting long, menacing shadows across Lady Katherine’s face. The runic poison on her silver-tipped dagger hummed with a faint, sickly purple light, illuminating the cold hatred burning in her eyes.​Selene didn't retreat. She stood her ground, her right hand hovering near her side as her crescent mark throbbed with a low, protective warmth beneath her shirt.​"You," Selene whispered, her voice steady despite the adrenaline surging through her blood. "You were there the night my parents died."​"I was," Katherine purred, taking a slow, calculated step forward, the silk of her gown rustling softly against the floor. "My father thought your father could be reasoned with. He thought your mother would give up the seal if we threatened her. But they were stubborn to the end. So, while my father argued with them in the study, I made sure the guards didn't miss a single child in the cradle."​A cold, lethal silence settled in Selene’s

The crimson moon cast an eerie, blood-red sheen over the Silver Fang fortress. ​Shadow specters descended like a swarm of locusts, their icy claws tearing into the stone walls. Pack warriors fought valiantly below, their wolf howls ringing out against the roar of dark magic. But the spectral legion was relentless, pressing closer to the central courtyard with every passing second. ​Above the chaos, the Arch-Hunter hovered in the dark air, a towering void of swirling obsidian smoke and jagged armor. ​"The moon belongs to the First Alpha’s blood tonight!" the Arch-Hunter’s voice boomed, sending shockwaves through the marble dais. "Surrender the seal, Girl of Silver, and I will grant your pack a swift death!" ​Selene didn't blink. She stepped to the edge of the platform, the blood-red moonlight reflecting in her eyes. Beside her, Kael raised his broadsword, the blade instantly igniting with a brilliant, golden aura. ​"The Silver Luna doesn't surrender," Selene shouted back, her

​The pale blue light snapped like a severed thread, and Selene dropped out of the air.​Kael caught her before she hit the stone floor, his broad arms locking around her waist as they both crashed onto the cracked marble dais. The blinding radiance in her eyes faded, leaving her gasping for breath, her skin deathly cold to the touch.​Around the courtyard, the silence was absolute. The pack warriors remained frozen, their eyes wide with fear as they looked at Selene—no longer just as a rescued Luna, but as a vessel for something vast and ancient.​"Selene," Kael growled softly, his voice trembling as he held her close. "Look at me. Are you back?"​Selene blinked rapidly, the world spinning in nauseating blurs. "Kael... the mountain... it's not empty," she choked out, her fingers digging desperately into his armor. "The Arch-Hunter didn't guard the vault from us. He was guarding the world from what was inside."​Before Kael could answer, Alpha Bennett of the Blood-Ridge Territory stepp

​The mountain wind howled through the midnight air, whipping Selene’s cloak around her ankles as she stood on the edge of the Silver Fang border cliff.​Behind them lay the fortress—illuminated by flickering torchlight, its walls guarded by newly vigilant pack warriors. Ahead lay the Obsidian Ridge: a jagged, ink-black mountain range shrouded in rolling fog, where the authority of the High Council ended and the lawless territory of the Forgotten Packs began.​Kael adjusted the heavy leather strap of his broadsword across his chest, stepping up beside her. His silver-gold eyes scanned the pitch-black horizon before landing on Selene.​He didn't speak. Instead, he reached out and took her left hand, gently lacing his fingers through hers. The steady, protective warmth of his skin immediately cut through the dull, throbbing ache of the purple vein creeping up her wrist.​"We leave at dawn's first light," Kael murmured softly, his thumb caressing the back of her hand. "The pack is secured