Lahat ng Kabanata ng Eclipse of the Pack: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

POV: Lucan The room was silent, save for the faint, steady hum of drones patrolling beyond the compound walls. Their distant whine mingled with the echo of the council’s endless debates, looping in my mind like a haunting refrain. The weight of their indecision settled on my shoulders, heavier than the armor I’d worn into countless battles. I stood by the tall window, its frost-edged glass cool against my fingertips. The moon cast its silver light across the polished floor, illuminating the edges of the room in a soft, ghostly glow.Outside, Newhaven lay cloaked in darkness, its jagged skyline jagged and broken against the starless night. The city was a reflection of us all—fractured, scarred, yet still stubbornly standing. Each decision made in this compound could shape its future, and tonight, I felt the full burden of that responsibility.The quiet click of the door behind me broke my reverie. I turned as Mira

POV: Lucan The council chamber was a battlefield long before I stepped inside. Every seat was occupied by werewolves whose faces spoke of tension, fear, and mounting resentment. The room buzzed with whispered secrets—a storm brewing beneath the surface.At the far end of the table, Vrax lounged with a deceptive ease. His sharp, predatory eyes and mocking smirk made it clear he was waiting for me to falter. I wasn’t about to give him that satisfaction.“This meeting isn’t about fear,” I began, letting my voice cut through the murmurs. “It’s about the future of this pack—about the choices we make now and the consequences they bring.”Vrax chuckled low and mocking. “And yet we’re still debating the same issue: the human. Mira.”A ripple of murmurs swept the room; some nodded, others shifted uncomfortably.“This isn’t just about Mira,

POV: Mira The Compound had become a minefield of tension—each glance, snarl, and whispered comment a step closer to an explosion. Vrax’s loyalists no longer bothered to hide their disdain. Their sneers cut like knives, and even Erynn’s quiet reassurances couldn’t dispel the isolation.Lucan bore the weight of the pack, the rebellion, and me, evident in the tightness of his jaw and the heaviness of his steps. He fought battles on every front, yet I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was becoming just another burden.I sat in the courtyard, the crisp evening air biting at my skin, when Selene emerged from the shadows like a phantom.“Quite the spectacle you’re making,” she said, her voice laced with icy precision. Her tall, angular frame and sharp features made her ghostly in the moonlight.I met her gaze warily. “If you’re here to remind me I don’t belong,

POV: MiraThe forest blazed with golden light as the setting sun transformed the trees into fiery silhouettes. Yet the beauty of the evening felt hollow—no match for the knot of unease that had lodged in my chest since daybreak. The rebels’ accusations, the wolves’ distrust, and my precarious position between their worlds had left me raw and on edge.I made my way back to the Compound, footsteps heavy with lingering tension. Training earlier had gone better than I’d hoped—some of the wolves had even given me cautious nods—but the underlying hostility remained, coiled and waiting to strike.It struck sooner than I expected.A sharp crack echoed behind me—deliberate, not accidental. My breath caught in my throat, every instinct telling me to run, but dread pinned me in place. When I finally turned, Cael stepped out from behind the trees. The last rays of sunlight highlighted the sneer twisting his f

POV: Mira A storm of tension filled the abandoned mill we used as our base. Humans clustered in tight circles, whispering, arguing, and casting worried glances at one another. Word of the parchments had spread faster than I’d expected—some saw them as a beacon of hope, others as a reckless provocation.Across the room, Jace leaned against a wall, arms folded, face unreadable. His green eyes—so much like mine—held a mix of betrayal and pain. He hadn’t spoken to me since the parchments began circulating, and his silence hurt more than I wanted to admit.Finally, he pushed off the wall and stepped forward.“You’ve really done it this time,” he said, his voice low and edged with anger.I met his gaze, forcing myself to stay calm. “Someone had to speak up, Jace. If we keep letting this hatred go unanswered, it’ll destroy us.”He let out a bitter laugh.