로그인Thank you for reading this far. 🫶 This chapter was intense to write, and I hope it hit the way I intended. Sienna is stepping into the fire now — and there's no turning back. I'd love to hear your thoughts. What moment stood out to you most? David's question? The portrait? Lucas calling her "Puppet Luna"? Or Sienna finally saying, "I have been waiting for this"? Drop a comment or review — your words mean more than you know. And if you're enjoying the journey, a review would mean the world. It truly helps more than you can imagine. Thank you for walking with Sienna, Damien, and this world. 💖 See you in Chapter 68. — With love, Your author. ✨
Sienna's POVMy father.Two words and my chest did something I could not stop, a cold tightening moving outward before I had decided what to do with it. The hall smelled of ash and cold marble and the sourness of fear that wolves carry when they have been too long in a room with something more powerful than they are, and Duke was watching me through all of it, arms loose at his sides, red eyes carrying the certainty of a man who has never once needed to prove himself.I glanced at Damien. He was already looking at me, jaw set, eyes steady. Half a second, everything said without saying it. I gave him the smallest nod and turned back."Is my father with you?" I stopped an inch from Duke, close enough to feel the cold coming off him.A short sound left him, not quite a laugh. "You really thought I would joke about that." His eyes moved over my face. "So. Coming with me or planning to run again?"At the far end of the hall Noah had George's weight braced against his chest, George's head d
Sienna's POVNoah was still smiling when I reached him, standing at the far entrance with his medicine bag at his side, and I stopped close enough to see his eyes clearly, needing one second to confirm he was real and not something I had manufactured out of the specific desperation of this evening."I can still remember you, Sienna."Those words hit my chest before I had finished processing them, and I bowed my head briefly, feeling his hand settle on my shoulder, warm and unhurried in a room that had not been either of those things for hours."Thank you for coming." I looked up at him. "Do you think he will survive?"He moved past me without answering, crossing toward Damien, who had George's weight against his chest, one arm bracing him upright, George's head dropping and lifting with the labour of each breath. Noah crouched beside them and pressed two fingers against the side of George's neck, his face doing the thing faces do when what they are reading is worse than expected."Cri
Sienna's POVThe disguise broke the moment I decided to let it.My hair came first, white and long, falling loose around my shoulders, catching the blood moon's red light filtering through the hall's high windows. Beside me Damien's glamour dissolved at the same moment. The hall processed what it was seeing in stages, in silence, in the specific held breath of wolves who had just understood that the evening had changed shape entirely.I covered my mouth with one hand, not from fear but because the laugh that came out of me was too genuine to be polite — low and brief and cold. I let it come anyway.Then the guards moved.Not toward us. Toward the floor.They dropped to their knees in a wave, the motion traveling outward from the center, one after another, their fists pressed to their chests. Then the voices started, low at first and building, the specific sound of wolves responding to something their bodies understood before their minds did."Luna Sienna.""She's alive. She's here.""
Sienna's POV Every eye in the hall had found David, and the hall had not fully exhaled since his voice cut through it, people leaning toward each other across the tables, low voices passing the sentence between them, heads turning toward where Damien and I were standing in the center of the floor. The burn on my arm had not cooled, and every attempt I made to push my power into it met the same wall, so I had stopped trying because I needed what I had left for everything else. It sat against my skin hot and deliberate, a constant reminder that something in this hall had already marked me before the evening finished. "I hope this boy is not talking about you." Damien's breath was warm against my ear, the words barely sound between us. "I hope so too," I said. Above us on the dais Lydia was watching, and when our eyes met across the distance something shifted in her face, beneath the surface, beneath everything she was showing the room, and then she nodded once, small and delibe
Sienna's POV Lucas and Ivy were laughing with a guest near the far end of the hall, their wine glasses catching the candlelight, and I walked toward them with my hand in Damien's and my face arranged into something that had never met either of them before. The hall smelled of roasted meat and melted wax, the torches along the walls throwing long shadows across the stone floor. My boots found the marble in a steady rhythm. I kept my chin level and let my eyes move at the pace of someone with nothing particular on their mind. I had bled on this floor. Not in the way that left a mark. In the way that leaves something else behind, something that lives in the specific weight of the air in a room where you once believed you were safe. I felt it the moment we crossed the threshold and I had been carrying it quietly ever since, underneath everything else, underneath Lily, underneath the invitation card and the spell and the name that kept me alive in this place. Nobody here knew my face.
Silver Fang Pack: Full Moon Sienna's POV The black wolf's paws hit the earth in a steady rhythm beneath us, the forest rushing past on both sides in the dark, the cold wind coming sharp against my face carrying the smell of pine and wet soil and something faintly sweet underneath it that I couldn not place. The dizziness arrived without asking, the way it had been doing since the council meeting, tilting the world sideways for two or three seconds before releasing it again. I pressed my palm flat against the wolf's spine and breathed until it passed. I didn't know what it was. I only knew it kept coming back. "Are you alright?" Damien's arm tightened around my waist from behind, his palm warm and steady against me. "I'm fine," I said. I reached down, pulled his hand further around my waist, laced my fingers through his, feeling him press closer in response. I turned my head and found him already looking at me. "We're going to get through this," he said. "I know." I meant it.
Sienna's POV The air here didn't belong to the living, lacking the scent of damp moss or the metallic bite of the cellar to taste of ancient dust and ozone instead, like the heavy, electric stillness right before a mountain storm breaks. I choked on the thickness of it, my lungs burning as they str
Damien's POV Ceremony torches flickered against the night sky while smoke tightened my chest, the heat of it thick and bitter. Three years of searching for a missing piece of my soul, yet every she-wolf the council trotted out remained a hollow imitation of what I needed. Near the entrance, Kael s
Sienna's POV The marble felt like a sheet of ice, biting through the damp silk of my gown and sinking into my knees until the bone ached. My legs simply quit while white static flickered across my vision, hot, fat tears carving tracks through the powder on my cheeks. Was this the grand opening of
Sienna's POV My pulse hammered a frantic rhythm against my throat, a drumbeat for a war I was not prepared for. I pressed a hand to my chest to anchor myself, feeling an unfamiliar heat radiating from my skin as fire tried to escape through my throat. This wasn't just adrenaline. It was the pressur







