Lahat ng Kabanata ng Blood of the forgotten moon: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

“What the hell is happening to me?” I whispered, my voice cracking in the still garden air. I stood frozen on the stone path, heart slamming against my ribs as the old fountain in the center of the estate garden sputtered once, twice, then burst to life. Water shot up in a clear, sparkling arc, stronger than I’d ever seen it. Three full minutes. I counted every second, breath caught in my throat. The sound of it filled my ears like a rushing river, cool and alive. I moved before I could think. My knees hit the damp stone edge and I plunged both hands into the water. It was icy, shocking against my skin, but I didn’t pull back. Something tugged deep inside my chest, pulling me closer. The water swirled around my fingers, and then Everything hit me at once. Hundreds of threads. Hundreds of feelings. The entire pack slammed into me like a living wave. A young wolf’s sharp anxiety over his first patrol. An older woman’s quiet pride as she taught her daughter how to cook. Anger fro

“Move! Formation three!” The shout ripped me awake. My heart slammed against my ribs as I bolted upright in bed, sheets tangled around my legs. Another voice joined the first, then more, boots pounding down the hall, doors slamming, the low growl of wolves already shifting. I scrambled to the window, shoving the curtain aside with shaky hands. Down below, the grounds were alive. Wolves poured out of the estate in smooth, practiced waves. Clothes hit the ground. Bones cracked and reformed. Massive wolves landed on all fours and melted into the tree line like shadows, perfectly coordinated. No yelling. No panic. Just trust, pure silent trust in their Alpha. I pressed my forehead to the cool glass, breath fogging it. My old pack never moved like this. Ours was chaos and fear, Alphas screaming orders while everyone scattered, shoving and snapping at each other, terrified of being left behind or punished. This… this was something else. A machine that worked because they believed in

I felt the change the second I stepped outside that morning. The border guards had doubled. Pairs of wolves now moved along the tree line in tight, overlapping patterns instead of the usual single patrols. Their steps were sharp and coordinated, eyes scanning every shadow between the pines with lethal focus. No panic showed on their faces, but the controlled readiness made the hairs on my arms stand up. Something had shifted since last night. That rogue wasn’t just some lost stray. They were treating this like a real threat. I wrapped my arms around myself and watched from the terrace, the cool morning air biting at my skin. I didn’t ask any of the guards what was going on. I didn’t pull anyone aside. I just noticed. Everything. The low-grade tension hummed through the entire pack like a live wire under the surface. Conversations in the halls died the moment I walked past. Shoulders stayed tighter than usual. Smiles appeared a little too fast and disappeared just as quickly. E

“I need to tell you what really happened that night.” My voice came out steadier than I expected as I sat across from Riven in his study. The page with my mother’s name still lay between us on the desk. He hadn’t moved much since I started talking, but I could feel him listening with every part of his body. The fire crackled low in the hearth, but it didn’t warm the cold spreading through my chest. Riven nodded once, slow and careful. “Tell me.” I took a deep breath. My hands were still shaking from saying the words about the fire earlier. But this time I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Not anymore. “The story they told everyone was that I caused it. That my power exploded out of control and killed her. My father and the elders made sure that version spread. They needed someone to blame. And a twelve-year-old girl was easy to point at.” I swallowed hard. The memory rushed in fast, sharp as broken glass. “It wasn’t my awakening. It was hers. My mother’s. Lyra. Her power had been s

“I’m not running anymore.”The words flew out of my mouth the second Riven stepped into my room. He hadn’t even spoken yet, but I could read the look on his face. He had come with bad news wrapped in careful words.He closed the door behind him with a quiet click. The sound felt final in the quiet space. “Sable, we need to talk.”I stood up from the edge of the bed, arms crossed tight over my chest. My heart beat hard against my ribs. “Then talk. Don’t stand there deciding things for me before I even hear them.”Riven moved further into the room. He moved with that same controlled grace he always had, but I saw the tension in his shoulders. He was choosing every word carefully. “We may need to move you. Somewhere safer. Just for a little while.”I stared at him. No details. No real explanation. Just that smooth voice like he was handling something fragile. Like he was managing me again. The anger started low in my stomach and spread fast.“Move me where?” I asked.He took a slow brea