Semua Bab THE LUNA REBIRTH: REVENGE UNDER THE MOON: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Strength in Unity Iris and Aiden stood shoulder to shoulder in the middle of the clearing, the tension in the air thick as smoke and oppressive. Cold, calculating eyes watched from the exiles, a hardened set of wolves who had once betrayed their packs. This was where they were. Their strength, determination, and teamwork had all been put to the test during the trials, but this last one? They would either be broken or forged into something more resilient.The scarred leader of the exiles strode forward, his face unreadable, his deep voice thundering. Although there was a glimmer of respect in his eyes, he looked at them with an almost bored expression.The leader's words hung in the air like a death sentence: "You face the Ravager." "We'll consider your alliance if you defeat it. You die if you fail. It's as easy as that.A hefty, metal gate moaned open, and the ground underneath them seemed to quiver. Something dark, something huge, moved as a shadow within the arena. As the creatur

A Call to Arms“You brought them here?” A low growl rumbled through the packhouse as Marcus, one of Aiden’s lieutenants, stepped forward. His sharp gaze flicked to the damaged head of the refugees, his lips twisting in scorn. “After everything they’ve done?”“We don’t have time for this, Marcus,” Aiden answered, his tone short. He stood at Iris’s side, his shoulders straight and voice steady, though anxiety oozed off him. “We need their help. Damon’s army will tear through us if we don’t unite.”“And we’re just supposed to forget that these wolves betrayed their packs?” Marcus snapped, jabbing a finger in the direction of the refugees. The gathering pack muttered in agreement, their wariness obvious.The damaged head of the refugees, a tall figure with a constant sneer, stepped forward. His sharp yellow eyes locked onto Marcus. “Careful, pup,” he said, his voice filled with threat. “We’re not here to make amends. We’re here to kill Damon. If you’ve got a problem with that, take it up

lThe Ultimate SacrificeThe night sky was alight with an ominous red hue, the full moon throwing a ghostly glow over the hill. Below, two forces faced each other one of flesh and blood, the other of shade and evil. The stress was palpable, the air heavy with the smell of earth and fear.Damon stepped forward from the lines of his shadow army, his form both frightening and majestic. His dark aura pulsated with a malicious energy that made even the bravest fighters falter. His voice, low and frightening, echoed across the battlefield.“Surrender,” he called, spreading his arms wide. “Kneel before me, and I may spare the remnants of your pathetic pack. Resist, and I will ensure that not even your bones remain.”Aiden strode forward, his head held high, his words steady. “We’ll never bow to you, Damon. Not now. Not ever.”Behind him, the united forces of the pack and the refugees bristled with eagerness, their resolve steeling at his words.Damon smirked, his red eyes gleaming with amusem

A Fight Beyond WorldsThe air was strangely still after the tornado devoured Iris and Damon, leaving a thunderous silence over the battlefield. The wolves who had been fighting moments ago stood frozen, their gazes fixed on the whirling darkness now hanging above them.Aiden lay slumped on the ground, his body still weak from the previous fight. His fingers twitched, and his eyes fluttered open, hazy but determined.“Where… where is she?” His voice was rough, strained with urgency.“She’s gone,” someone whispered from the crowd, their tone filled with failure.“No.” Aiden’s voice sharpened, and he pushed himself onto his elbows, grimacing. “She’s not gone. She’s fighting for us, for all of this.”A heavy silence followed, broken only by the faraway rumble of the vortex above. Aiden gritted his teeth, pushing himself to his feet.“She’s not alone,” he mumbled to himself, stumbling forward.One of the pack’s leaders stepped into his path. “Aiden, you can’t. That thing whatever, whateve

Old Enemies, New BattlesThe air felt heavy, like a storm about to break, as the figure stepped into the pale moonlight. His eyes gleamed with a disturbing silver light that seemed to cut through everyone. He moved with a strange calm, exuding a strength that quieted the battlefield. Aiden took a step forward, putting himself slightly ahead of Iris. “Who are you?” His speech carried the power of a leader, but there was no hiding the strain in his stance. The man smirked, his face sharp and mocking. “Ah, introductions. How quaint. I am Malric, the proper master of this world. Damon was merely... a warm-up.” Gasps rippled through the gathering dogs. Iris felt her mark throb fiercely, a sharp pain shooting up her arm as if warning her of something far worse than Damon. She pressed her hand to the bright mark, trying to steady herself. “What do you mean, ‘warm-up’?” Iris asked, her voice steady despite the weight of the news. Malric’s gaze flicked to her, and his smirk widened. “The