Semua Bab The Rogue Luna: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Angelina’s POVThe weight of the revelation sat heavy in my chest, pressing against my ribs like an invisible force. My ancestor had died protecting something—something powerful. And now, the echoes of her past were bleeding into my present.Luca’s grip on my shoulders was firm but not forceful, grounding me as I tried to steady my breath. Mira had gone quiet, her sharp gaze assessing me like a puzzle she was trying to piece together.I swallowed hard. “She died for it, Luca. And now…” I exhaled sharply. “Now, someone is looking for it again.”Mira nodded, tossing a handful of herbs into the smoldering flames at the center of her cabin. The scent curled through the air, earthy and ancient.“She didn’t just protect it,” Mira murmured. “She hid it. And whatever it is… it’s bound to your bloodline.”My stomach twisted.“Then that means—” I began, my voice catching in my throat.Mira turned to me, her expression unreadable. “It means you might be the only one who can find it.”Luca tensed

Angelina’s POVThe morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine. My fingers curled around the strap of my bag, my heart pounding as I stood at the edge of Mira’s cabin, staring out into the endless stretch of forest ahead.We were really doing this.The ruins of the old council.The thought sent a shiver down my spine. I had read about the place in history books—the fallen stronghold of an ancient order, the site of blood pacts and betrayals. The last known location of my mother before she vanished into legend.I inhaled deeply, pushing my fears aside. There was no turning back now.Luca emerged from the cabin, his sharp eyes scanning the tree line. His entire body was tense, his protective instincts in full force. “We leave in five minutes.”Mira stood nearby, arms crossed, her usual smirk absent. “Be careful,” she said, her voice softer than usual.I nodded. “Thank you, Mira. For everything.”She waved a hand dismissively. “Don’t thank me yet. I have a feeling th

Angelina’s POVThe ruins felt colder now. As if the moment I made my choice, something unseen had shifted.Elara’s silver eyes held mine, searching, waiting. Luca’s grip on my arm was firm, grounding me, but I could feel the tension radiating off him.I had chosen.And yet—nothing had happened.The air was thick with anticipation, as if the ruins themselves were waiting for something.Luca’s voice was low, cautious. “What now?”Elara smiled faintly. “Now? You step forward.”I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering against my ribs. My feet felt heavy, almost as if the ground itself was resisting my movement.But I forced myself to move.One step.Another.And then—The ground trembled.Luca’s grip tightened, but I barely registered it. My focus was on the space before me, where the air shimmered and warped, like heat rising from a summer road.A door appeared.Ancient. Towering.Etched with symbols I didn’t recognize but somehow understood.Luca swore under his breath. “That wasn’t there b

Angelina’s POV The silence after they left was thick, suffocating. The night air pressed against my skin, heavy with the weight of unspoken words.Luca hadn’t moved. His posture remained rigid, his breathing controlled but sharp.I could feel the tension rolling off him, but more than that—I could feel his worry.Elara was the first to break the silence. “They’ll return sooner than you think.”Luca exhaled harshly, dragging a hand through his hair before turning to face her. “Who the hell were they?”Elara didn’t look at him. She looked at me.“They were sent for her.”I swallowed, my pulse steady even though a storm was raging inside me. “Why?”Elara tilted her head slightly. “Because they felt your awakening.”I clenched my fingers. The power hummed beneath my skin, familiar now, but still new enough that I didn’t fully understand it.Luca’s gaze burned into me. “You said you remembered. What does that mean?”I hesitated. Not because I didn’t want to answer, but because I didn’t kn

Angelina’s POV The fire crackled softly, casting shadows along the trees as I sat in silence. The night air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, a grounding contrast to the storm raging inside me.Training had drained me physically, but my mind refused to rest. Every movement, every pulse of power, every flicker of doubt haunted me. I needed to be stronger. I needed to be faster.But most of all, I needed to be ready.Luca sat beside me, his presence steady. I could feel his warmth even without touching him. It should have been comforting. Instead, it made my chest tighten in ways I wasn’t ready to acknowledge.“You’re overthinking again.”His voice was low, edged with amusement, but I didn’t smile.“I don’t have time for mistakes,” I muttered, staring into the flames.Luca shifted, resting his forearms on his knees. “No one said you did. But pushing yourself to the breaking point isn’t going to help either.”I exhaled sharply, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. “Y