Chapter 35
The Blood of the Moon
Everything happened at once.
The clash of steel.
The howls of wolves.
The smell of blood and snow.
No one noticed the Crimson leader moving through the chaos.
Except me.
His hood was gone now.
His face was unnaturally pale, with silver markings carved into his skin. His eyes were cold—not with hatred, but with absolute conviction.
He truly believed he was saving the world.
He stopped only a few steps away.
Around us, the battle raged on.
Yet somehow, it felt as if we were standing alone.
He inclined his head politely.
"Sovereign Luna."
The title made my skin crawl.
"I am not your Luna."
A faint smile crossed his lips.
"No."
"You belong to no one."
His smile widened.
"That is precisely why you must die."
My wolf growled inside me.
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