THE ALPHA'S FORBIDDEN LUNA의 모든 챕터: 챕터 81 - 챕터 90

Kaelan Ashwood's POV"Alpha, he says someone hit him from behind," the young wolf shouted, and my own Enforcer's blade should never have been the one that opened Torren's shoulder, and the moment I understood that, everything I thought I knew about who was loyal in this fight cracked straight down the middle.The border had held for the first hour through nothing but stubbornness and old training, my wolves falling into formations we had drilled a hundred times against threats that had always, until tonight, stayed theoretical. Crimson Fang came at the eastern tree line in three staggered waves, and Titus himself stayed back from the first two, which told me more than anything his soldiers did. He was not here to win a battle. He was here to watch one, and to make certain the chaos of it covered whatever he actually intended."He says it before the Crimson Fang wave even reached him," the young wolf added, dragging Torren's weight across his shoulders, and I felt something in my chest

Kaelan Ashwood's POV"Do not just stand there," Selene snapped, without looking up, and it took me a full three seconds to understand that the woman I had spent months planning to marry out of obligation was the reason a bleeding scout in the mud was still breathing at all.She was on her knees with her hands buried in his shoulder wound, working fast and certain, and something about the sight of her there, unbothered by blood or chaos, unraveled an assumption about her I had carried since the day our fathers first announced this match."Bring me more cloth," she said, "unless you would rather explain to his mother why he bled out ten feet from his own Alpha."I found cloth. I did not think to question why I was following orders from a woman I had spent our entire engagement treating like a polite formality, and for a strange, suspended stretch of minutes we worked together in near silence, an Alpha and the bride he had never wanted, doing the only thing that mattered in a night like

Kaelan Ashwood's POV"Do not," Lyra said, "finish burning that," and I reached my father's study half a step behind her, close enough to see the burning ledger page curling to ash in the hearth before either of us had said a single word.Something in my chest went cold and clear in a way I had never felt before in my entire life, watching a man I had called my father for twenty six years flinch at the sound of her voice.My father turned slowly, and for the first time in my life the man who had raised me looked smaller than the title he carried, older, cornered in a way I had never once seen him allow himself to be."You should not be in here," he said. "This war is not over yet. It is not safe.""You attacked your own wolves tonight," Lyra said. "You do not get to talk to me about safety."His hand froze halfway toward the fire, and I watched something break loose behind his eyes, nine years of careful control finally giving way under its own weight. "You do not understand what I was

Kaelan Ashwood's POV"He is trying to plant doubt," Marcus said, as we walked the border wall together at first light, counting the cost of the night in wounded wolves and broken formation lines, and my father's last words in that hall should have felt like nothing more than a bitter man's parting shot. Instead they sat in my chest like a stone for the rest of that long, exhausted morning."A last attempt to make us chase shadows instead of trusting the truth we already have," Marcus added, and I wanted badly to agree with him."Maybe," I said. "Or maybe he is right, and Titus never actually wanted a battle he could win outright tonight. He wanted exactly what he got. Chaos, doubt, my father exposed and removed, and an entire pack too exhausted to notice whatever he did on his way out."We found the first sign of it an hour later, in the eastern archive room where the pack's oldest founding records were kept, a locked door standing ajar, and a gap on the shelf where the original Ashwo

Kaelan Ashwood's POV"This way," Rhea said, moving with the careful confidence of someone retracing a path she had walked only once, long ago, under circumstances she clearly still carried with her, and no living Thorne had walked that burial ground in nine years, and the moment Lyra's boots touched the soil beside me, I watched something in her whole body recognize it the way a held breath recognizes air."Her father chose this place because the old wards here answer only to Thorne blood," Rhea continued. "Even my own father's people never found it, all these years.""How did you know where to look," I asked, keeping close to Lyra's side, my hand steady at the small of her back in a way that felt less like protection and more like partnership."Because I helped him bury it," Rhea said, and something in her voice cracked open for the first time since I had known her. "I was young. Barely trained as a healer. Her father trusted almost no one in those last frightened weeks before the fi