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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHT: LETTER TO SILVERMOON

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The morning light was pale and cold as Aria sat in Rowan's study, the same desk where he had once laid out the fragments of the White Wolf prophecy. Now it was covered with reports of the battle's aftermath: patrol rotations, supply inventories, lists of the dead.

But Aria's attention was fixed on a blank piece of parchment.

"We have to inform Silvermoon," she said quietly. "Selene was their daughter, or should I say stepdaughter. And Simeon's crimes go back decades. Alpha Magnus needs to
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  • THE REJECTED WHITE LUNA   CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTEEN: THE UNEXPECTED GUEST

    The fortress hummed with preparation.It was the day before the Luna Ceremony, and Mooncrest had transformed. Green banners bearing the crescent moon hung from every window. The great hall had been swept and polished until the long tables gleamed. The kitchens had been in a state of controlled chaos since dawn, Gretta directing the cooks and servants with quiet efficiency, her voice never rising above a measured tone. The scent of fresh bread and roasting venison drifted through every corridor.Aria stood at the window of her chambers, Audra on her arms, watching the first of the guests arrive. The gates had been opened at midday, and a steady stream of wolves had been passing through ever since. But it was a small, familiar group near the courtyard entrance that made her breath catch.“They came, Aria murmured. “I didn’t think they would acknowledge my invite.”“Yes, Nova said softly. “They did.”Mira was the first through the gates.She had come from Nightfang with only one companio

  • THE REJECTED WHITE LUNA   CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN: AWKWARD

    The next morning, Aria went to Lina’s quarters. She had Audra balanced on her hip, the baby gnawing contentedly on a wooden teething ring. The door was slightly ajar, and through the gap she could see the two sisters together, Lina seated on the edge of the bed with Ren nursing quietly in her arms, Bryn in a chair beside the window with her cane resting against the armrest. Bryn was still pale from her recovery, she was stabbed with a silver dagger so her recovery is slow, but her eyes were brighter than they had been in weeks. Aria pushed the door open with her free hand. Both women looked up. For a heartbeat, no one moved. Then, in perfect, near comical unison, Lina rose from the bed, careful not to startle Ren, and Bryn pushed herself up with her cane. They bowed their heads together, their voices overlapping. "Luna." The word was stiff and formal, delivered like a line rehearsed but never quite mastered. Lina's shoulders were tight, her free hand pressing flat against her thi

  • THE REJECTED WHITE LUNA   CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FOURTEEN: THE MONTH AFTER THE WAR

    It’s being one month after the war. The morning was soft with the promise of spring. Aria stood at the window of the nursery, Audra cradled in her arms. The baby was awake and alert, her silver eyes tracking the clouds that drifted past the glass. She was nearly six months old now, still small, still delicate, but with a fierce grip and a laugh that could fill any room. Rowan had already left for the training yard, kissing both of them on the forehead before he went. The fortress was quiet, its rhythms slow and steady. The walls had been rebuilt. The dead had been honored. The pack was healing. A soft knock came at the door. "Luna? I've brought fresh linens for the little one's cradle." "Come in, Gretta." The older woman entered with a stack of neatly folded blankets. Her apron was clean, her grey hair pulled back in its usual severe bun. She moved with the quiet efficiency of someone who had served the pack for decades, her steps careful. She set the linens on the small table n

  • THE REJECTED WHITE LUNA   CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN: THE REUNION

    The trial was over. Simeon's body had been taken away. The Silvermoon delegation was preparing to leave. It was already mid day. Aria found Lina in the garden, sitting on a stone bench with Ren cradled in her arms. The baby was awake now, his hazel eyes blinking up at the sky. Lina looked tired but peaceful, as if some great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. "There's something I need to tell you," Aria said, sitting beside her. "About Bryn." Lina turned. "The girl who helped my father?" "Yes. And also his daughter." Aria paused. "Your sister." The words hung in the cold air. Lina's face went still. "What?" "Your father took her when she was a baby. He told her the White Wolf killed her parents. He raised her to be a weapon. But at the end, she refused. She tried to save Audra. He stabbed her for it." Aria's voice was quiet. "She's your blood, Lina.” Lina stared at her. Ren stirred, letting out a small, sleepy sound. "Where is she?" "In the healer's wing. Reco

  • THE REJECTED WHITE LUNA   CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWELVE: SIMEON’S TRIAL

    The great hall was silent as the grave. Wolves lined the walls, Mooncrest warriors still bandaged from the battle, Silvermoon elders in their dark robes, servants who had lost friends in the attack. The benches were full. The torches burned steady in their sconces. And at the center of it all, bound in silver chains, knelt Simeon. Aria stood at the head of the hall, Rowan beside her. Alpha Magnus sat with the other witnesses, his face grey, his hands gripping the arms of his chair. Lydia was beside him, hollow eyed and silent. The Silvermoon elders flanked them. Lina sat in the front row, Ren cradled against her chest, her mother's hand clasped tightly in hers. Bryn had been brought from the healer's wing in a wheelchair, her chest still wrapped in bandages, her face pale but determined. She had asked to be here. The charges were read aloud by Elder Orin, his voice carrying through the silent hall. Treason. Conspiracy. Murder. The corruption of wolves used as weapons against their

  • THE REJECTED WHITE LUNA   CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ELEVEN: THE NIGHT BEFORE THE TRIAL.

    Lina could not sleep. The quarters Nyssa had led them to were small but comfortable, a hearth crackling with warmth, a cradle for Ren, a window that looked out over the dark mountains. Her mother had fallen asleep almost immediately, exhausted from the journey. But Lina lay awake, her son nestled in the crook of her arm, watching the firelight dance on the stone ceiling. Tomorrow, she would see her father. She tried to imagine his face. The last time she had seen him, she was a child. He had been kind, she remembered. Distant, sometimes, but kind. He had told her stories about the old wolves, about the great packs of the north. He had taught her to read the stars. She had believed he loved her. Now she knew the truth. He had never loved her. He had only ever loved a dead woman and the power she had refused to give him. Ren stirred, his tiny fingers curling against her chest. She pressed a kiss to his downy hair. "I'll be better than him," she whispered. "I swear it. I'll be bett

  • THE REJECTED WHITE LUNA   CHAPTER TWENTY SIX: LEAVING Nightfang Pack

    Aria was given one hour to gather her things and say goodbye before the warriors would come and drag her to the border. Aria stood in the center of her room in the east wing. The hearth was always cold and her bed still unmade. The small silver stone still sat on the windowsill beside a withere

  • THE REJECTED WHITE LUNA   Chapter Twenty Four: The interrogation

    Two guards came by dawn and unlocked the cell, they dragged Aria into the corridor. Her legs were stiff from the cold. Her bare feet stumbled on the stone. The torch in the corridor had burned out hours ago. She had spent the night in absolute darkness, counting her own breaths. No one came to see

  • THE REJECTED WHITE LUNA   Chapter twenty three: Two Faces

    The dungeon reeks with a thick stench of mold and stale sweat and the sour smell of a bucket that hadn't been emptied in weeks. The walls were cold as if it was a cold room.The floor was packed with dirt, cold and damp . A single torch burned in the corridor, its flame weak and guttering, throwi

  • THE REJECTED WHITE LUNA   Twenty Two: The Accusation

    The torches had been relit. The bodies had been moved, but the blood remained, dark smears on the stone. Servants pressed themselves against the walls as she passed. A warrior stopped mid stride and stared. “Traitor.” He said with gritted teeth. Aria stopped walking, she turned back and look

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