Masuk
We did not have a lavish celebration.We had a quiet ceremony in the moonlit grove. Just Silas and me. And the pack elders as witnesses.We completed the bond.The silvery mark on my wrist flared with heat. It deepened. It became part of me.A perfect, shimmering match to the one that appeared on his.His storm-grey eyes held mine."Mine," he whispered. A claim. A promise."Yours," I whispered back. A surrender. A choice.Later, we stood on the citadel walls. Reports had come.Caspian had been cast into the Shattered Expanse. The portal had closed behind him.The last image was of him standing on a cracked plain, head thrown back in a silent scream.Vivian was in the Silent Tomb. The heavy stone door was sealed.Her voice, they said, could be heard for the first day. A muffled, endless shriek.Then, silence.Julian ruled Shadowmoon with a steady hand. The alliance was stronger than ever.He visited once. He looked at peace."The pack is healing," he said. He nodded to me. "Thank you."
The trial was not held in a secret chamber.It was held in the Stone Circle, under the open sky.The entire Silvercrest pack and Shadowmoon representatives attended.Caspian and Vivian were brought forth. They were bound in magic-suppressing irons.Caspian looked hollow. His eyes burned with a feverish light.Vivian looked defeated, but hatred still simmered in her gaze.Silas presided as High Alpha. He laid out the charges.Murder of a pack Alpha. Conspiracy. Treason against the pack alliance.The evidence was presented. The financial records. The video log. Witnesses from Ironhaven.It was incontestable.When asked for their defense, Vivian broke first."It was him!" she shrieked, pointing a trembling finger at Caspian."He planned it all! He forced me! I was afraid for my life!"Caspian turned his head slowly. He looked at her as if seeing a stranger.A stranger covered in filth."You greedy, sniveling serpent," he said, his voice low and ragged."You begged for a role. You whispere
The new rumor was more insidious. It did not attack me directly. It attacked through Julian.Whispers said the younger Blackwood brother had been embezzling pack funds for years.That he had conspired with outside forces.And that his key informant within Caspian's inner circle had been me.The story was clever. It explained my sudden shift to Silas.It painted Julian as a traitorous usurper. And it made me his accomplice.The effect was immediate. The alliance between Silvercrest and the newly led Shadowmoon grew tense.Elders looked at Julian with suspicion. They looked at me with wary eyes.Silas called Julian to a private council. I was present.Julian's face was grim. "The funds were siphoned by Caspian," he said, his voice tight."I was tracking them. I have records. But they are hidden. He moved them through shell accounts.""Where are the records?" Silas asked. His tone was calm."In a secured vault. In a neutral territory bank," Julian said."Only Caspian or someone with his b
We returned to the Silvercrest citadel. The next hours were a blur.I was the new Luna. The reality settled like a heavy, glorious cloak.News traveled to the cells. A guard reported Caspian's reaction.He had raged for an hour. Then he fell silent.He carved my name into the stone wall with his fingernails. Over and over.Vivian's reaction was different. She sat perfectly still. Then she smiled. A cold, calculated smile.She called a guard over. She whispered to him. Her eyes gleamed in the dark.Two days later, the first rumor surfaced. It slithered through the lower ranks.The new Luna is a curse-bringer. She killed her first child with her own weakness. Her presence will blight Silvercrest's strength.Silas heard it before I did. His anger was a cold, sharp thing.He summoned the pack. He stood before them with me at his side."Let this be heard once," he said. His voice cut through the hall."My mate, your Luna, Aurora, is under the moon's own blessing."He looked at the gathered
The gasps that echoed were deafening.Caspian's face went bone-white. Vivian looked as if she had been physically struck.Silas's Alpha power rolled out. It wasn't a burst, but an unveiling. The full, serene, and terrifying depth of his power unfolded. Not to attack, but simply to exist without restraint. It was the difference between a lightning bolt and the gravity of a planet.A palpable force.Caspian grunted. A sound of pure, animal distress. His own Alpha power, which he had always worn like armor, crumpled inward. Not defeated in battle, but rendered irrelevant.His knees buckled.He was forced down onto the cold marble floor. Not by violence, but by the sheer, humiliating physics of hierarchy. His body betrayed him, obeying the deeper law written in his blood.The silence was absolute. Then, chaos erupted.Caspian made a raw, animal noise from the floor."You and him?" Rage and humiliation warred in his eyes. "My uncle?"He tried to surge up against the invisible weight."Auror
I did not turn to face him."You think everything revolves around you.""You will be a laughingstock! My discarded mate, clinging to my uncle's coattails!""He offers me safety. Respect. You never offered either."He laughed. A harsh, ugly sound."Respect? You are a pity project!"He threw something at my feet. It clattered on the stone.A sleek black card. The universal access key to all Blackwood assets."Take it," he said. His voice turned persuasive."Call off this farce. Come back. You can have a wing in the new manor. A quiet life."He leaned closer."It is better than being his dirty secret."I looked at the card. It was the symbol of my old prison. Gilded and hollow.For a fleeting second, old fear whispered.I bent down. I picked up the cold titanium card.I focused all my will. All the strength forged in loss and rebirth.Into my hands.With a sharp, satisfying crack, I snapped it in two.I let the pieces fall between us."The only thing I want from you is distance."My voice







