Semua Bab ELARA; THE LUNAR ALPHA : Bab 111 - Bab 120

Elara's POV The heavy weight of the day’s events sat on my shoulders as I walked with Luca to meet with the elders. The moon hung high in the sky, casting its ethereal glow over the stone walls of the ancestral hall. I could feel the tension in the air, thick and palpable, like the calm before a storm.Despite the fierce determination that burned in my chest, doubt lingered. The massacre, the Shadow-born—these were threats unlike anything we had faced before. And Raven... I still couldn't wrap my head around the possibility that he had aligned himself with creatures born from the shadows. That thought alone sent a chill down my spine.As we approached the council room, the sounds of hushed voices and murmured discussions reached our ears. Lyanna had called for an urgent meeting with the Council of Elders. Word had already spread of our discovery, but it was essential that all the leaders were gathered to hear it from her directly.Luca and I entered the chamber, the atmosphere inside

Kael's POV The walls of the small cabin were rough, the wood unpolished and the air still thick with the scent of freshly cut timber. I stood at the window, gazing out over the dense expanse of the seventh clan’s territory. The rolling hills, dark with the promise of winter, were nothing like the rolling plains back home in the first clan. I was trying to settle in, to adapt to this new life that was supposed to be a fresh start, but it was proving harder than I had anticipated.It wasn’t the work. That part had been simple enough. There were plenty of tasks to keep me busy, whether it was mending fences or chopping wood. The seventh clan had offered me a place, though it was clear they didn’t fully believe my reason for coming over. Although they treated me as family, a familiar presence in their midst.I felt alone. It wasn't the people. They are kind enough, in their own way. They didn’t question my past or my choices, but there was an undercurrent of discomfort whenever they loo

Elara’s POVThe moment Kael stepped through the gates, my world shifted.I had been in the training yard, watching the younger scouts spar when the commotion at the entrance caught my attention. Warriors murmured, some frozen mid-action, others exchanging glances filled with uncertainty and something I wasn’t ready to name—hope.Then I saw him.Kael.For a moment, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me. The man who had left us, left me, without a word now stood at the heart of the Lunar Territory as if he had never been gone.I wanted to be relieved. Maybe, deep down, I was. But I refused to show it.I took slow, measured steps forward, weaving through the gathered warriors, my expression carefully schooled. My heart thundered in my chest, but I wouldn’t let it betray me. Kael’s blue-gray eyes met mine across the yard, unreadable as always, his stance casual yet alert, like a man who knew he had stepped back into a world that had changed without him.He looked stronger than when h

Kael’s POVThe morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine as the Lunar Clan stirred awake. Warriors moved about, some beginning their training while others prepared rations for the day.The quiet hum of daily life surrounded me, yet my thoughts remain fixed on the events of the previous night.Elara.Her touch, her voice, the way she had looked at me before surrendering to the kiss—we had shattered and rebuilt something in the space of a heartbeat. But now, in the light of day, I wondered if we had made a mistake.Would she regret it?Would I?I exhaled sharply, shaking my head. No. Regret had no place here. I had spent too long running, too long pushing away what I had known in my heart for years. I wasn’t leaving again.I was pulled from my thoughts when a familiar figure appeared on the horizon.A lone rider approached the Lunar Clan gates, his silhouette framed against the rising sun. Even from a distance, I recognized the confident posture, the way he carrie

Raven’s POVThe scent of blood lingered in the air long after the battle had ended. I inhaled deeply, letting the intoxicating mixture of fear, desperation, and death fuel the fire burning inside me.Today had been a mere taste of what was to come.Perched on a jagged rock overlooking the battlefield, I surveyed the aftermath with a satisfied smirk. The Lunar Clan had fought harder than expected, but it made no difference. Their struggle had been futile. Their so-called warriors lay broken and torn, the survivors retreating with their tails between their legs.Pathetic.A low growl rumbled beside me, and I turned to see Varian—one of my most trusted shadowborn—licking the blood off his claws. His dark fur was matted, his golden eyes gleaming with hunger."They put up a fight," he admitted, his voice thick with amusement. "I almost thought they had a chance."I let out a short, humorless chuckle. "Almost."Varian wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his sharp canines flashing und