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Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Trial of Truth
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To Love The Hunters Daughter Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Trial of Truth
EvelynThe Circle Hall had grown colder.After the Ashmoor wolf’s growl, the entire gathering had shifted on edge, tension thickening until it vibrated in the air itself. But it hadn’t exploded—not yet. The Ironridge emissary raised her hand with sharp authority, her voice slicing cleanly across the murmurs.“Enough. This is sacred ground. If your wolves cannot restrain themselves, Alpha Kael, the court will consider it a breach of sanctuary.”Kael said nothing for a long beat. Then, with the flick of two fingers, he called his wolf back. But the look he gave me over his shoulder was clear. He hadn’t surrendered. He was waiting.The emissary turned to the assembly. “This matter touches on ancient blood debts, mate bonds, and the stability of peace between territories. As such, we invoke the Trial of Truth. All must be seen. All must be heard. And the Goddess shall be witness.”A ripple of movement passed through the crowd. Several wolves straightened, others stilled entirely. Something
To Love The Hunters Daughter Chapter Thirty-Six: The Reckoning
EvelynThe sun hadn’t yet risen when I woke. I didn’t need anyone to knock or call.My body already knew what day it was.Today was the reckoning.The word echoed in my chest like a drumbeat as I sat up, heart already pounding. The fire in my room had burned low, casting long, dying shadows across the stone walls. I didn’t stir them. I didn’t need warmth. I needed clarity.I dressed in silence, each movement deliberate — a soldier lacing her armor, even if it was only leather boots and a simple tunic. No cloak. No jewelry. Nothing soft or shining. Not today.I didn’t want to hide.Not anymore.When I stepped into the corridor, the keep had already begun to stir. But it wasn’t the normal morning rhythm — not the friendly chatter of the kitchens or the clatter of sparring blades in the courtyard.No. This was quieter. Sharper.Like the whole place was holding its breath.Wolves passed in silence. Some nodded, a flick of recognition. Others looked away, pretending not to see me. But thei
To Love The Hunters Daughter Chapter Thirty-Five: Quiet After the Storm
EvelynThe moon hung high over the keep, silver and solemn, casting pale shadows across the stones. The courtyard had long since quieted. No training drills. No footfalls. No distant howls. Only the soft hum of crickets and the wind brushing gently through the treetops — like the earth itself was holding its breath.I sat beneath one of the towering ash trees near the garden’s edge, legs drawn up, arms wrapped loosely around them. The moss-covered roots were cold beneath me, but I didn’t move. I couldn’t. Not yet.Everything still echoed too loudly in my chest.The way they looked at me.The way they howled.I had expected silence. Resistance. The lingering taste of suspicion on their tongues. But what I got… was something closer to hope. And it terrified me.Hope was delicate. Breakable.I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the trunk. “All I ask is that you give me the chance to prove I belong,” I whispered into the quiet.It sounded different now.Smaller. Like a prayer.
To Love The Hunters Daughter Chapter Thirty-Four: In the Eyes of the Pack
RafeThe hall outside the war room was abuzz with preparations — polished armor gleamed in torchlight, messengers ran like blood through the veins of the keep, and murmurs of Ashmoor’s coming arrival whispered through every corner like smoke.I moved through it all like a shadow, focused, unshaken.But my mind was elsewhere. On her.She deserved to hear it from me — not Cassian, not whispers in the hallway, not the rumors that had already begun slithering through the ranks. Evelyn had spent days working to win this pack’s trust, and just as she’d started to find her place, the past came howling to the door.I found her in the inner garden, sitting cross-legged on a low stone bench, hands buried in the fur of a sleepy wolf pup at her feet. Sunlight spilled over her hair, catching in gold strands that made my chest ache.“Evelyn.”She looked up at the sound of my voice, her smile soft but wary. “You’re tense.”“I need to tell you something.”Her brows lifted, and she stood slowly, dusti
To Love The Hunters Daughter Chapter Thirty-Three: The Debt of Blood
RafeThe scent of aged parchment hung heavy in the war room — sharp, metallic, like the memory of blood.But the message lying on the stone table in front of me reeked of it.I read the letter again, slower this time, letting each word settle in my bones like ash:I read it again.To Alpha Rafe Blackthorn,Word has reached Ashmoor.You harbor the daughter of Dorian Vale.Your silence is an insult.There is still blood unpaid.We will meet you at dawn.—Alpha Kael of AshmoorMy wolf stirred, pacing beneath my skin, lips curled back in silent rage. The urge to shred the parchment into a thousand pieces tugged at me, but I forced my hands to stay still.“They’re baiting you,” Cassian said from across the room, arms folded, a muscle ticking in his jaw. “They want to see how far they can push before you snap.”“They think I’ve gone soft,” I muttered. “Because of her.”“Because of who she is,” he corrected, voice hardening. “Not what she’s done. She wasn’t there, Rafe. She didn’t draw blood
To Love The Hunters Daughter Chapter Thirty-Two: Draped in Belonging
EvelynBrinla’s shop looked like something out of an old storybook — the kind filled with enchanted threads and whispered secrets.The small stone cottage was nestled between two towering elms at the edge of the village, its front door hanging slightly crooked on rusted hinges and wind chimes made of bones and glass clinking softly above the threshold. Vines crept up the sides, flowering in odd hues I didn’t recognize, and above the windows, delicate runes had been etched into the wood — protective symbols, I guessed.Inside, it smelled of lavender and leather, wool and woodsmoke. Warmth from a hearth tucked in the corner seeped through the wooden floorboards. Fabrics in every shade and texture spilled from shelves, bolts of velvet and linen and fur tumbling over one another like living things. Metal threads glinted like starlight in the corners.I stood in the center of it all, boots sinking into the thic
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