Semua Bab His Rogue Luna is a Princess : Bab 71 - Bab 80

The Roguelands stretched wide and lawless in every direction, but this place—this little pocket of ruin—had been ours. A nowhere place, halfway between exile and obscurity, so far from the power struggles that most wolves didn’t bother looking for us out here.Which was the point.A thin ribbon of s

ELENAThe summit was winding down.The final signatures had been inked, ceremonial photos snapped. The halls of the venue were quieter now. Not empty—there were still guards, staff, a few straggling Alphas and their entourages—but the storm had passed.Blood and scorching covered and erased with fre

ELENAThe rain had finally stopped, but the sky was still bruised, heavy with the kind of gray that never really lifted. Damp air clung to the stone paths of Moonstone like a second skin, the scent of wet pine and distant smoke threading through the quiet. I stood near the edge of the terrace, the

DEREKThe car ride back to Silverclaw was silent. No music. No chatter from Joe. Just the low hum of the tires on pavement and the occasional crackle of the radio scanning for a signal we never let it settle on.I stared out the window, watching the trees blur into shadowed green. Every turn of the

ELENAThe roguelands always looked the same—gray sky, dry earth, and an eerie kind of quiet that sat heavy on the bones. I’d only been back a handful of times since my memory returned, but each time, I felt the same cold unease, like the air here remembered pain but couldn’t quite remember how to le