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Chapter 41: The First Trial
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2026-04-16 18:43:39
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A cold night wind stung my face as we entered Thornridge. The forest was behind us, the Hollow’s magic still humming in my bones. Ahead, the lights of the Council Hall flickered, almost daring us. The pack’s old banners hung limp over the stone walls. I remembered standing here as a child, small and quiet, always watching. Tonight, I wasn’t small. Tonight, the world was watching me.Kael kept to my left, Fen to my right, Cass and Jax close behind. Rowan’s wolves moved across the shadows, silent as ghosts. I felt every eye on me, every hope and doubt. The Sovereign, the correction, the one who’d broken the old world and wasn’t sure what she’d build in its place.We reached the gates. Ironveil’s wolves were camped outside already, their Alpha, Dara, standing with arms folded, her face unreadable. “You’re late,” she called, voice sharp as glass.“You waiting for an invitation?” Cass shot back.Dara smirked. “Waiting to see if you’d survive the night.” Her gaze flicked over us, sizing up
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Jax was the first one to break the silence, because of course he was. “So… now what?” His voice was too loud, too brittle, and he held his crossbow like a shield, eyes flicking everywhere but at the spot where the King had died.Cass swore softly and turned away, shoulders hunched. Fen stood a little apart, arms folded so tightly the tattoos on his forearms looked like they were choking him. Kael’s face was unreadable, jaw clenched, gold flickering in his eyes. He’d fought for me, bled for me, and now he looked at me like he was afraid I’d vanish if he blinked.I opened my mouth, but it wasn’t my voice that filled the Hollow. It was Rowan Ashveil, appearing at the edge of the circle with a half-dozen wolves at his back. He looked older than he had a week ago, lines etched deep into his face, his posture wary.“I heard the world was ending,” he said dryly. “Thought I’d check if we needed to start building arks.”No one laughed. Rowan’s gaze landed on the ash-strewn ground, on the black
THE LUNA HE THREW AWAY Chapter 43: The Sovereign’s Choice
The world was ending, and it smelled like burning roots and broken oaths.The Hollow was a battlefield now. Slayers and mages clashed with Exiles and packless, silver clanging on bone, magic screaming in the air. Somewhere behind me, Jax shouted for help. Cass cursed, her knife flashing. Fen was a shadow, bleeding and relentless. Kael was at my side, every inch the Alpha he’d been raised to be, every inch mine.But the centre held. The pool, the King, the Elder with his blade.I charged, not a Sovereign, not a Luna, just Lira, angry and tired and out of second chances.Garrow smiled when he saw me. “You’re too late.”He plunged the blade into the Exile King’s chest. The King didn’t scream, didn’t even flinch. He just looked at me, sad and proud and finished.The runes burned brighter. The ground cracked. The Hollow shuddered.Kael tackled Garrow, teeth bared, claws raking. Cass dragged Jax to safety. Marek crawled to the King’s side, his hands shaking.I dropped to my knees and presse
THE LUNA HE THREW AWAY Chapter 42: The Siege of the Hollow
You can measure the worth of a home by how hard you’re willing to bleed for it.The Hollow wasn’t safe anymore. The council loyalists had made sure of that. We could smell them before we saw them: smoke, silver oil, and the sharp tang of magic gone wrong. The woods were filled with the sounds of a hunt, and for once, I wasn’t the only prey.Fen yanked Marek up; Cass pressed a bandage to her thigh. Kael’s eyes gleamed gold with his wolf-shadow. Jax, pale, loaded the crossbow, hands shaking, but determined. Survived the Silver Cells, he could survive this.Marek pointed north, his voice rough. "They're using the King's blood to open the Hollow. The runes will break. Every boundary you set, the magic and protections, will all fall." He looked at me, desperate for me to understand. "The runes are tied to royal blood. That blood can unlock the wards or poison them. If the wrong hands use it, they can unravel everything holding the boundaries together." For a moment, I remembered the old lo
THE LUNA HE THREW AWAY Chapter 41: The First Trial
Three days is nothing when you’re waiting for the world to end.We didn’t sleep. Cass and Fen argued over maps and rumours. Jax made enough bread to feed an army, then burned half of it trying to stay awake. Kael never left my side. His touch was steady, but his eyes kept drifting north, like he could see the coming war on the horizon.I held the black stone the Exile King gave me. It beat with a slow, cold beat. When I closed my eyes, I heard voices; old, broken, angry. They talked about blood and bargains, about Sovereigns who failed and worlds that burned. I wanted to drop it, but I couldn’t. The longer I held it, the more I felt something coiling inside, waiting. The old stories called these stones heartshards. Some said they were pieces of the world’s first binding, broken off when the earliest magic was sealed. Others whispered that only lost kings and traitor Sovereigns ever carried one, and that touching it meant sharing their fate. I remembered a rumour from a faded book: a b
THE LUNA HE THREW AWAY Chapter 40: The Exile King’s Mark
We had just climbed out from the hollow of the Dead Oak when the sky split apart. It wasn’t thunder, but a sound older and harsher, almost a howl, but too big, too knowing. We all froze. Even Fen, who never flinched, stared up at the black branches and stayed still.Kael’s hand found mine, instinct, not romance. Cass drew her knife. Jax stopped joking. Marek just grinned, teeth too white, eyes shining like coins.“That’s him,” Marek said. “The king you thought was a legend.”I wanted to say I wasn’t scared. I wanted to say I’d faced worse. But I remembered the fire from the old Sovereign stories. Every Sovereign is born with a mark somewhere on their body, a living rune in silver or black. People say the magic chooses its shape. The mark is more than a brand. It’s the source of everything, the thing that lets us use power where the world is thin. Most are chosen as children, taken from ordinary families as soon as their magic stirs, and given a task: to keep balance wherever old power
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