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CHAPTER 145: CRESTMOON VOTE

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last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-06-28 19:43:37

Petra

The vote was held in Crestmoon’s great hall, the same hall where Dexter had once delivered orders that few had dared question, transformed now into something it had never been in living memory: a room full of wolves who were about to decide their own future for the first time in the pack’s history.

I had not campaigned, exactly. I had simply done the work for the past two months, the daily unglamorous labor of holding a fractured pack together while it figured out what it wanted to become
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  • The moon goddess chose wrong: twice   CHAPTER 145: CRESTMOON VOTE

    PetraThe vote was held in Crestmoon’s great hall, the same hall where Dexter had once delivered orders that few had dared question, transformed now into something it had never been in living memory: a room full of wolves who were about to decide their own future for the first time in the pack’s history.I had not campaigned, exactly. I had simply done the work for the past two months, the daily unglamorous labor of holding a fractured pack together while it figured out what it wanted to become, and let the wolves decide for themselves whether that work meant something.Enzo stood at the back of the hall with Nina, present as observers rather than authorities, they let me make decisions on my own leading the pack, decisions that would help make it better, which had been his specific insistence when the tribunal asked whether Silver Fang wished to oversee the proceedings.“It is not my pack’s vote to oversee,” he had told Rowan. “We will be present as witnesses if Crestmoon wants us th

  • The moon goddess chose wrong: twice   CHAPTER 144: Jessica’s Hearing

    JessicaThree weeks in silver-warded custody had given me considerable time to think.Not the performative reflection of someone preparing a defense. Something quieter than that, the specific clarity that came from being removed from every circumstance that had previously required me to act a version of myself for someone else’s benefit. No Dexter to manage or help me or talk me through it, I was utterly alone.No mage’s amplification pulling at something inside me that had never quite been mine to control. No Enzo to perform indifference toward or Nina to resent.Just the cell, and the silence, and the slow accumulating weight of years of bad choices condensed into a single uninterrupted reckoning.I had decided, somewhere in the second week, that I was not going to act remorseful for the tribunal. Not because I felt none, everything was differen, it was more complicated than that, but because performed remorse was simply another version of the manipulation that had defined most of m

  • The moon goddess chose wrong: twice   CHAPTER 143: OLD FRIENDSHIPS

    EnzoI found the letter three days after the wedding.Anthony’s quarters had been cleared out weeks earlier, his personal effects boxed and catalogued by the pack administrators handling the transition, but a final box had been overlooked in the back of the archive room, the particular forgotten corner where things ended up when no one was certain whether they mattered enough to sort properly.I had gone looking for old territorial maps for the Crestmoon transition planning.What I found instead was a smaller box, tucked behind the maps, containing the kind of personal correspondence that elders sometimes accumulated over decades of pack service. Letters between Anthony and my father. Notes from council meetings going back further than my lifetime. And, near the bottom, an envelope that had never been sealed properly, the flap simply tucked rather than sealed, as if the writer had changed their mind about sending it at the last moment.The handwriting on the front was unfamiliar.To E

  • The moon goddess chose wrong: twice   CHAPTER 162: THE MATING CEREMONY

    LilyThe morning of the ceremony was clear and gold, exactly the kind of weather my mother had spent three weeks anxiously checking forecasts to secure, as if she had any actual control over it and was simply going to manifest good weather through sheer force of maternal will.It had worked, apparently.She stood behind me in the small preparation room off the great hall, fussing with the back of my dress with the particular focused concentration of someone determined not to cry before the actual event required it.“Mom,” I said. “You can stop adjusting it. It’s fine.”“It’s not perfectly fine,” she said. “There’s a small pull on the left seam.”“There is not a pull on the left seam.”“There might be.”“Mom.”She stopped, hands resting on my shoulders, and met my eyes in the mirror.“I’m allowed to fuss,” she said. “I didn't plan years of birthdays, I didn’t fuss over you enough, and then I was worried sick for four months where I thought you might be dead and I am going to fuss over

  • The moon goddess chose wrong: twice   CHAPTER 161: THE WEIGHT LIFTING

    MaxThe formal proceedings concluded on a Tuesday, eleven days after we brought Mira back from the human city.I had not expected the ending to feel like this.I had expected relief, certainty, the particular exhaustion that came after sustained crisis finally finding its resolution. What I had not expected was the strange quality of unmooring that came with it, the specific disorientation of a team that had spent months operating at full readiness suddenly finding that readiness no longer had an immediate target.The tribunal’s final report ran to over six hundred pages. Forty seven names across six territories, eleven of them already removed from their positions, the rest under active investigation. Crane and Maris were formally stripped of council standing pending their own separate trials. The scribe was given a reduced sentence in exchange for his complete cooperation. Mira was confined to her monitored property with the full weight of restitution obligations stretching out for w

  • The moon goddess chose wrong: twice   CHAPTER 160: THE FULL ACCOUNTING

    RowanI had presided over difficult tribunal sessions for twenty years.I had not presided over anything like this.Mira sat in the witness chair with the particular composure of someone who had decided, finally and completely, to stop hiding the story and simply tell it. She had been speaking for three hours. The chamber had stopped feeling like a formal proceeding somewhere in the second hour and had become something closer to a historical reckoning, the kind of testimony that would be studied by pack scholars for generations because it answered questions about institutional corruption that the regional council had been asking, in various forms, for sixty years.She gave names.Forty seven of them, cross-referenced against Elena’s documentation and the ledger, and the scribe’s own confirmed testimony. Some were dead, beyond any consequence but historical record. Some were still active, still embedded, still occupying positions that the tribunal would now need to examine across half

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