Semua Bab The Rogue's Forbidden Luna: Bab 41 - Bab 45

Luna's POV “They might be part of the pact,” he said. “Or just rotten. Either way.”We turned left at a split because left was narrower and Kael likes narrow when he’s being hunted. I liked narrow because it made me feel held, even if the hands were stone.Another sound slid along the passage - the wrong, soft step of a shadow made of wet night. My breath sped up. Kael lifted a hand without looking back - breathe with me - and I matched him. It steadied me enough not to trip.The floor dropped in a shallow, slick ramp. Kael took it first, bracing one hand on the ceiling to slow. I followed, boots sliding. My shoulder hit the wall. Something moved there - cold and sticky. I jerked away with a hiss.“You okay?” he asked, voice low.“Yes.” My heart said no.We kept moving. The tunnel narrowed into a choke point. Stone pressed my shoulders; the ceiling skimmed the top of my head. Kael turned sideways, passing through like a letter slipped under a door. I went after him, chest scraping

Luna's POV The ruins felt different in daylight. The cold stone that had whispered of ghosts last night now hummed with something… alive.Kael said it was the moon. Even though it wouldn’t rise red until nightfall, the air was already thick with its pull.We worked in silence most of the morning, gathering herbs from the overgrown gardens behind the main hall. My fingers brushed over purple moonfern, the leaves shivering under my touch. The scent was sharp - metallic, almost - and it made my mark ache faintly.“Careful,” Kael said from a few feet away, crouched over a patch of silverroot. “Too much contact and the mark will start reacting.”I straightened, brushing my hair from my face. “Feels like everything makes it react these days.”He glanced up at me, the sun catching in his eyes. “That’s because we’re close. It’s not going to get easier from here.”I tried to smile but it came out thin. “Comforting.”We filled our pouches - moonfern, silverroot, dusk petals, and a small bundl

Luna's POV The first howl split the night like a blade. It came from the shadows beyond the ruins - low, guttural, and close enough to make the hairs on my arms stand up. Kael didn’t hesitate. His sword was in his hand before I could even breathe. “Stay behind me,” he said, his voice sharp as steel. “I’m not-” “Luna.” His eyes locked on mine for a heartbeat. “Behind me.” The growl of approaching footsteps was the only warning we got before Magnus’s fighters broke through the crumbling archway. They moved like wolves even in human form-fast, coordinated, eyes glowing with the Blood Pact’s silver light. The mark on my arm flared, heat rushing up my veins like fire. My knees almost buckled, but I forced myself to stay up. Kael stepped forward to meet them. The first fighter swung, and Kael blocked, their blades clashing with a metallic scream. Sparks lit the air. He spun, cutting low, his movements so fast they blurred. I backed toward the ritual circle, my pulse hammering.