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CHAPTER 52: First Blood
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2026-02-05 04:53:20
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Alpha's Regret: The Forsaken Luna CHAPTER 147: THE LAST SCENE
Rhiannon's POVEvening. October. The cabin.Darius and I sat on the step outside with the fire laid but not lit, the stream audible, the trees making their autumn sound — the particular dry whisper of leaves deciding to let go."Do you remember," he said, "the night before the ceremony? Six years before the rejection. When I found you in the pack's inner courtyard."I remembered.I'd been seventeen. He'd been walking the grounds on some task I'd already forgotten and he'd stopped when he saw me and said something — a compliment, easy and instinctive, the kind he'd given without thinking about before he'd learned to think about everything. I'd been so unaccustomed to being spoken to directly that I'd gone slightly frozen."You told me I looked like I was carrying something," I said. "You asked if I needed help.""Did I?""You don't remember?""I remember you," he said. "I remember stopping because of you. I don't remember what I said." He paused. "What did you tell me?""That I was fin
Alpha's Regret: The Forsaken Luna CHAPTER 146: FULL CIRCLE
Rhiannon's POVI went back to the Forbidden Zone alone on a Tuesday in October.Not the family trip this time — Soren had come for that, and it had been right and necessary. This was different. This was private in the way that some things are private even from the people who know you best: not secret, just between you and the specific piece of the world you're revisiting.Three hours to ride there. The forest thicker now than it had been in my years of the Silver Claws — fifteen more years of growth since the last visit, the trees pressing closer together at the margins, old growth doing what old growth does. The particular smell of it unchanged, unchanged since I was eighteen, the smell of forest that hasn't been disrupted by anything for a long time.The cave.I sat outside it in the October light and didn't go in.I'd gone in at seven with Soren. At thirty-eight now, this was a different visit. I wasn't here to confirm anything or show anyone anything or make anything mean somethin
Alpha's Regret: The Forsaken Luna CHAPTER 145: THE CABIN
Rhiannon's POVWe built it in the summer of their twenty-first year.Not far — twenty minutes from the packhouse, at the edge of the territory where the old forest started. A low stone building with a view east into the trees and a stream audible from the doorway, in the same configuration as the safe house we'd borrowed for the honeymoon, which was not accidental.I'd wanted it for years. Not as a retreat — as a place that belonged to both of us the way the packhouse belonged to the pack. Something that wasn't architecture of function but architecture of choice.We built it over a summer with help from pack members who showed up uninvited and stayed for the satisfaction of the work, which was its own category of pack belonging — the decision to build something together, not because anyone had asked.Marcus built the shelving along the east wall.Thorne, who had never in our acquaintance indicated any interest in construction, showed up on the third week with tools and specific opinio
Alpha's Regret: The Forsaken Luna CHAPTER 144: THE PACK AT TWENTY YEARS
Darius's POVTwenty years after the Bloodletter attack, Crescent Moon was unrecognisable in specific ways and entirely itself in all the ways that mattered.The territory had expanded — not through conquest, through invitation. Three smaller packs in the surrounding region had petitioned for alliance in the years after the treaty became known. Two had formalised as subsidiary territories. The third maintained independence but participated in the combined training rotations that Thorne and Caelum had developed into something that had begun attracting interest from packs considerably further away.There were one hundred and sixty wolves in Crescent Moon's territory now.One hundred and sixty, where there had been eighty when Rhiannon had walked in masked and I'd felt the ghost of something I'd thought was dead trying to wake up.The council was twelve again, fully occupied. Eight original members — including Elder Moira, who showed no signs of slowing and had expressed approximately zer
Alpha's Regret: The Forsaken Luna CHAPTER 143: SOREN AT SEVENTEEN
Rhiannon's POVHe came home from Clearwater on a Thursday.The town was two hours south — not a long journey, but long enough that his absences had become a regular feature of the household, the particular texture of a family with a member who was beginning to live partially in the world beyond it. He was there twice a month, working with Moira's counterpart in the southern district on the cases that came through: injuries, illnesses, the occasional magical imbalance in one of the younger shifters.He was good at it.I knew this not from Moira — she was professionally restrained in her assessments — but from the letters that came, sometimes, from the families of people he'd treated. They were specific in what they said. Not the general gratitude of people who had been helped, but the specific accounting of someone who had noticed that the healer's hands knew what they were doing and also that the healer himself had understood something beyond the technical.He came home Thursday after
Alpha's Regret: The Forsaken Luna CHAPTER 142: ISOLDE
Rhiannon's POVI met her three months later.Not the first meeting — that had happened at the meadow during the ritual, though she hadn't been there in any form that constituted presence. This was the first meeting where she was real. Whole. A person in a room rather than a soul in suspension.She came with Malachar to the spring treaty review.He had said she might. The letter he'd sent ahead of the review had been careful about it — Isolde would like to attend, if the invitation extends to companions. She has questions about what occurred and who was responsible for it and I am not, apparently, the correct source of information on several key points.The last line had made me understand something about Isolde before I met her.She came into the packhouse great hall beside Malachar with the particular quality of someone who is looking at everything and finding most of it interesting. Small — he'd said small, and she was. Dark hair. Eyes that were the particular warm brown of someone
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