Semua Bab The Lunar Queen's Redemption : Bab 41 - Bab 50

The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie silver sheen over the mourning halls of the Lunar Keep. Though the blood moon had faded and the curse was lifted, the void Selene left behind had fractured the hearts of all who loved her.A silence heavier than grief stretched across the pack lands. No laughter in the halls. No sparring in the courtyards. Just whispers. Whispers of her sacrifice. Of her light extinguished too soon.Ryker sat alone in Selene’s former chamber. The scent of lavender and iron still lingered on her silken sheets, and the delicate silver crown she had once worn lay untouched on her bedside table. He clutched it with trembling hands, knuckles white with the effort to stay composed.He hadn’t slept since that night. His dreams were haunted by her voice—fading, echoing, promising that her sacrifice would save them. But even victory tasted like ash in his mouth.A knock at the chamber door.Ryker didn’t answer.The door creaked open, revealing Nova, her expression

The grand hall was deathly silent.Every breath, every rustle of cloth, every heartbeat was suspended in the air like a blade waiting to fall. Selene stood at the center of the obsidian dais, the Moonborn crest glowing faintly behind her—its silver light pulsing in rhythm with her heartbeat.The council had been summoned. Warriors stood lined against the walls in full armor, their eyes alert, weapons drawn—not against invaders, but against each other. The threat now came from within.Selene’s long midnight cloak trailed behind her, soaked from the storm that had raged outside moments ago. Her eyes, the color of moonlight reflected in blood, scanned the faces before her. Old enemies. New traitors. Uncertain allies.She had gathered them here for a reason.She was about to play her most dangerous card."A gamble," she whispered to herself. Her voice, though low, carried across the room like thunder. "But one worth the price."Ryker stood at her side, jaw clenched, eyes narrowed in suspi

The moon hung low over the battlefield, blood-red and brimming with ominous energy. It bathed the ground in a haunting glow, casting elongated shadows over the tense crowd gathered on the outskirts of the sacred Grove of Howling Winds. The grove, once a sanctuary, was now the chosen arena for a war that would reshape the future of all werewolf kind.Selene stood at the heart of it all, her figure draped in a regal black cloak embroidered with silver thread that shimmered like the stars. Her hand rested protectively over the slight curve of her abdomen—the child of power growing within her. Ryker stood beside her, tension rippling through his muscles, his eyes constantly scanning the area. But this was not his fight.This was hers.Across the clearing stood her rival—Queen Maera of the Crimson Claws. Once a powerful ally, Maera had broken their ancient truce and claimed Selene’s child would bring imbalance to the werewolf order. Maera, with her hair braided in crimson silk and eyes gle

The air over the Shadow Vale was thick with ash and despair. A gray pall clung to the jagged peaks, and the ground itself seemed to shudder under the weight of countless undead souls. Selene stood on the precipice of the valley’s entrance, her silver eyes reflecting the devastation below. Before her lay the amassed legions of the Revenant—fallen warriors, corrupted beasts, and spectral phantoms—stretching as far as the eye could see.Ryker knelt beside her, his black fur matted with blood from the skirmish at the citadel’s gates. His golden eyes were fierce with determination, but Selene could see the weariness in his stance. The child of power slept soundly in Ryker’s saddlebag, its soft coos a stark contrast to the howls of the undead.“We can hold them here,” Ryker said quietly. “We have the high ground, the wards, the bond… but not forever.”Selene nodded. Every moment they delayed, Orion’s forces grew stronger. The blood bond and the Forbidden Blood Bond had granted her unparalle

Chapter 50: The Eternal QueenA silver dawn broke over the Lunar Citadel, the first light of a new era cascading across its spired towers and gleaming ramparts. Where once the Citadel had been scarred by war, now banners of midnight blue and silver—Selene’s colors—fluttered in the gentle breeze. The scent of healing herbs and moonblossoms filled the air, a testament to the renewal her reign had already brought.Selene stood atop the Grand Terrace, overlooking the gathered multitude. Thousands of Moonborn, rogues, and allied clans had come to witness the ceremony of ascension. Even the distant peaks of the Shadow Vale—once shrouded in darkness—now caught the sun’s rays, as if acknowledging her triumph.Clad in resplendent armor woven from moonsteel and starlight, Selene radiated power. Her silver hair fell in cascading waves, and her eyes—brighter than any moon—held the promise of eternal guardianship. At her side stood Ryker, the bond between them shining like a beacon. Their children