When the Moon No Longer Answers the Wolf Chapter 33

Back in the wolf world.

In the valley of the ritual ground, Aurora and Victor stood in silence.

Aurora turned to leave, but Victor’s lazy voice stopped her. "Leaving just like that?"

"Do you need something?"

"Nothing, just... cough, cough..."

Aurora sensed something was wrong and turned back to see Victor leaning against a tree, blood seeping through the fingers covering his mouth.

She rushed to support him. "What's wrong?"

"Failed the trial. Just a backlash."

Victor answered nonchalantly, casting a spell to clean the blood from himself.

He looked at the small wooden hut in the distance and said casually, "My wolf spirit is starting to waver. It seems I'm not fated for the path of the ritual after all."

"What a shame. I've lived in this ritual ground for so long, and I still failed."

His alluring eyes fixed on her. "Isn't it good here? Just the two of us. I'm willing to break my dao heart for you, without any regrets."

Aurora withdrew the hand that was healing him. "Then why has your power increased instead of decreased?"

Victor didn't speak.

Aurora flickered and disappeared.

After two years of trial in the human world, only two days had passed in the wolf world.

The High Alpha sent a message for Aurora to report to the Hall of Sanctity immediately.

When Aurora entered, she saw Seraphina kneeling in the center of the hall, with Kaelen standing beside her.

Seeing her, the High Alpha spoke. "You have been wronged. The Council will give you justice."

Aurora bowed. "Thank you, High Alpha."

The High Alpha nodded, then turned to Seraphina, his eyes cold.

"Seraphina, Alpha female of the Serpentvine pack, you entered the human world without permission, defied the laws by killing mortals, interfered with others' karma, plotted against a Council member, and fell to the dark side. For these crimes, you are sentenced to be reborn as an animal, to suffer endless cycles of reincarnation."

The members of the Serpentvine pack, afraid of being implicated, accepted the punishment without protest.

"Thank you, High Alpha, for your mercy. I failed to raise my daughter properly. I accept your punishment."

"Thank you, great Enforcer, for your forgiveness."

Seraphina remained silent. She was severely injured and had no strength to resist. Her venomous eyes swept over Aurora.

At this point, nothing she said would matter.

The High Alpha then turned to Kaelen and snorted.

"Alpha Kaelen, although there were extenuating circumstances, you also went to the human world without permission, triggering this series of events. You are sentenced to eighty-one strikes of lightning. Do you accept your punishment?"

"I do."

Kaelen bowed and then turned to leave.

Aurora heard Kaelen’s voice in her mind. "Aurora, wait for me."

She said bluntly, "If it weren't for you, Seraphina wouldn't have come for me."

Kaelen froze, then fell silent.

...

Three days later, on the werewolf battlefield.

Aurora had fully mastered the power of the ritual and was ready to face the Shadowfang King.

Kaelen rushed to her side. His wounds from the lightning strikes had not yet healed, and his face was pale.

"Come back with me. I will deal with the King. You don't need to sacrifice so much."

Aurora pulled her hand away. "Kaelen, I've done all this to kill that villain. If you really want to help me, don't stop me."

"But I'm scared!"

Kaelen looked away, a little embarrassed.

"I'm scared something will happen to you, that you won't come back."

*That you'll end up like your parents, buried on the battlefield.*

*And even more, that you'll complete the ritual and never look back at me.*

The new King was even more powerful than the last, and his Aurora was still so young. He had never been so afraid.

Kaelen didn't say these things, because he knew that even if he did, Aurora wouldn't care.

As he expected, Aurora was unmoved. "Even if I die, it's none of your business, Alpha Kaelen."

Kaelen’s eyes darkened. Since returning from the human world, Aurora’s attitude had become colder and colder, as if she were a different person.

Was the path of the ritual really so heartless?

The sky grew dark. The King arrived, surrounded by a massive aura of death.