All Chapters of Moon Fire Reborn : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ELARA’S POVStanding in my dimly lit cavern, I couldn’t help but smirk. Selena’s screams echoed around me like a symphony. It was loud, piercing, and full of desperation, but it was just so melodious in my ears.“Pathetic,” I muttered, leaning against the blackened wall. My fingers brushed along the edge of the mirror’s shimmering surface where I had the view of Selena’s futile struggles in the void I trapped her soul into. “All that big talk about being the chosen Luna, and now look at you. A broken little doll trapped in my playhouse.”Selena’s fiery eyes glared at me through the rippling darkness, her fists pounding against the invisible walls of the void. Every hit she made sent tiny sparks scattering into the room like dying stars. That was cute.“Elara!” she screamed, her voice rough from hours of yelling. “You’ll regret this! You can’t—”“Oh, I can’t?” I interrupted, tilting my head mockingly. “I already have, babe. You’re the one stuck in a magical void while I’m out here… thr

KAI’S POVThe sky looked like it was bleeding.Deep shades of red bled into a blend with orange as the sun kissed the horizon goodbye, but I barely noticed. My legs moved so fast instinctively as thoughts travelled widely.Selena had been in my mind. My Selena. Not the one parading around as her, poisoning the pack elders with lies and planting seeds of distrust—but the real one.Her voice had hit me like a bolt of lightning, shattering through the fog of doubt that had settled over my wolf and me. Nyx was practically vibrating in my head, growling with a mix of anger and hope.“Told you,” he snarled. “I’ve been saying it for days. That imposter doesn’t feel like her.”“I know,” I muttered under my breath, pushing harder, my boots crunching against the dirty path as I headed straight for Selena’s cabin. “But how? How did I not see it?”Nyx let out a low growl. “Because you’re too busy drowning in guilt and kissing fakes.”His words hit harder than I wanted to admit. I hadn’t wanted to

SELENA’S POVYou ever had one of those days where everything feels like a cruel joke? Yeah. That was today.I had barely survived yesterday without losing my mind, and now I was about to do something equally stupid—go back to work. Because, apparently, self-destruction was my new favorite hobby.“Don’t overthink it,” Celestia whispered in my head as I stood outside the orphanage, watching the little girl—Sophia, I learned—wave at me with sticky fingers covered in honey.I smiled back and waved, pretending my chest didn’t feel like it was being squeezed. “You’re safe now, okay?”She nodded, her tiny face glowing with more hope than I had felt in years. And damn, if that didn’t hit me right in the stomach.I turned and walked away before the waterworks started. I couldn’t handle emotions right now. Not with everything else hanging over my head.‘Work. Focus on work.’It had been weeks since I last stepped foot in the training ground. The same place where Kai had dumped me when I first a

SELENA’S POVHave you ever been hit by a truck?Not a literal one. I was really serious—I mean the kind of metaphorical eighteen-wheeler that runs through your life, wrecks your sanity, and leaves you flat on your back, staring at the sky like, well, damn.Yeah. That was this moment.Except instead of tires, the truck was Elara, and instead of just running me over, she reversed to make sure I was completely crushed.“Selena!” Yasmine’s voice broke through the panic swirling in my head. She was sprinting toward me, breathless with her wide eyes like she had seen the devil himself—or herself, in Elara’s case.Behind her, Renn wasn’t far, his eyes flickering between panic and something else—something softer when he looked at Yasmine. Oh. Interesting.But I didn’t have time to tease her about that right now because her next words stole all the air from my lungs.“She’s breaking the bonds!”“What?” My voice cracked, and my wolf, Celestia, panicked inside me. ‘No. Not again.’“It’s Elara! S

SELENA’S POVI was drowning.Not in water. No, not even in blood. But in grief—I was drowning in grief.It was thick and suffocating, wrapping around my chest like chains, and refusing to let go. I couldn't breathe in or out. I couldn't think. I couldn't do anything else except let the tears fall.And Goddess, they wouldn’t stop falling.The smell of smoke was still in my nose. It didn’t matter how many times I washed my clothes or scrubbed my skin roughly. It still lingered—reminding me that the packhouse was gone. Burnt to ashes.Gone, just like them.Alpha. Luna. My parents—not by blood but by bond…they were both gone. They were the only people who ever gave a damn about me when no one else did. They had pulled me in from the streets, given me a home, a purpose to continue living, a family. And now they were dead.I curled deeper into the blanket wrapped around me, pulling my knees closer to my chest. The room was too dark, but I didn’t bother turning on the light. What was the poi